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Happy new year, I hope and pray this new year will be great to all of us.
This chapter may not be the best but be gentle with me, I tried my best. Also thanks to all your reviews, love you.
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Chapter 21
"Someone is not in a good mood," Astoria jokingly said from behind, after she joined her in the dining hall.
Daphne looked up from the newspaper, pale faced and still in her pajamas, "Don't raise your voice, please," Daphne answered as she massaged her forehead, internally screaming and scolding herself. Where was her mind when she was drinking? Usually she did not exceed her habit of drinking one glass of alcohol or wine, there might be exceptions but not In a public place.
Astoria joined with her face shining, having breakfast. Her glow was different today, she was happy obviously.
Daphne glanced at her while she put down the newspaper and leaned slightly on the chair and sighed,The Malfoys trended the headlines, "And you are the opposite, by the way. You were amazing yesterday, I think Draco was enjoying with you during the waltz," Daphne smirked, throwing the bait while drinking her coffee.
Astoria's cheeks reddened badly despite trying to hide it. As for Daphne, it appeared she had pressed a sensitive button, someone had a crush on the blond boy.
"Where are mother and father?" Astoria asked, trying to change the subject.
"Mother is asleep and father left at dawn."
"By the way, who was the one you danced with yesterday?" Astoria tried to question.
"Who knows?" she responded almost in a whisper, she opened her eyes for a moment and remembered the young man who had spent most of the evening with her. She might lie if she said that she did not enjoy her evening with him. The conversation between her and the mysterious man last night was a smart one,she hasn't enjoyed it in a long time, but something had been different with him. For a mere moment, she had believed she was with Harry, his magic was somehow similar to Harry's.
No not only Harry, his aura was very strange, far from lively, but in a breath that was on fire, the strangest thing was that he expected most of her answers.
She shrugged off her memories of that man, she had broken her promise to Harry and once she met him she would tell him for sure.
Astoria was talking about who and what she did at the party, but for Daphne, her mind was talking about something else. She looked at the girl's face and wondered where Cyrus had gone at dawn, he was not really an effective leader to be honest, he was not the president of the coven or a minister. She understood more than anyone that at this hour all the leaders of the world of magic gather in a room with a large dome, all of them standing in front of one man , exchanging topics and information. Her brother holding his first official meeting as a king. She laughed for a moment at the idea, Phobos? A king! Who would have expected that, even after all that she had done, she did not expect for such a result, all her calculations ended with the win of Eros.
'I hope that his decisions are safe from his mother's poison," Daphne meditated, her heart squeezing with anxiety.
"Oh, I almost forgot, I haven't finished the potions homework!" Astoria screamed, jumping off her seat and running from the room.
Uh, right, Daphne almost forgot that she would go back to school in days.
She decided to retreat back to her own chamber.
"Dido, can you get me your special mixture to get rid of the hangover, please," Daphne said to one of the elves.
"Sure, I was about to prepare one for the lady, I would go immediately to the green-house Mistress Daphne! "
The elf said and in a second she disappeared in the air.
A full day had passed and there was no news, her adoptive father had not yet returned, and whenever she asked about him, his wife told her that there was work in the company and he had to go.
Eleanor herself was surprised by the sudden concern Daphne was showing.
Cyrus returned at sunset and called for the whole family.
As they neared, they saw Cyrus was leaning against his chair behind the office, and seemed to be drawing them quickly into the room with a grin that suffused his whole face.
Astoria was saying to Daphne, "something is going on with father, look how he's laughing!"
Out of curiosity, even before they entered the study room, they paused at the door. They were all regarding him with questioning glances, and he was standing and smiling, not wanting to speak a single word. Astoria grew impatient.
"What a bore!" she said. "Why are you smiling like that father?… What is it?… If you please…"
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Nothing!" Then added, "Come inside and I'll tell you. It's a great bit of news…"
So Eleanor and Astoria rushed inside. Daphne entered a little slower.
Eleanor sat at the sofa, Astoria was pulling her gloves off since she was walking in the garden when Cyrus summoned them, Daphne sat on a chair in front of the desk, and Cyrus, repeating the sentence he had begun as they entered , "a great bit of news!"
Then, as the three women regarded his face skeptical, he threw it among them as though it had fallen from the sky: "Daphne is going to be a bride!"
They all froze in shock. The first to recover was Eleanor, who broke the surprised pause that had lasted five seconds by ordering the elves to bring her a drink. Astoria laughed saying, "You jest."
Her Mother and Daphne who was trying as best as she could not to seem affected, were awaiting the rest of the story.
Cyrus, certain of the importance of the news he was about to disclose and of the effect it would produce on them, reinforced his speech with the seriousness of his bearing and extended his hand.
"Now," he said, "this morning Daphne's hand was formally sought for matrimony. And so I'm announcing it formally to all of you, and chiefly to Daphne."
This news was being delivered with such certainty and seriousness that while Daphne remained a stranger to the conversation, tightening her hands in her lap, Eleanor and Astoria asked with one voice, "Who?"
"You don't know him but he is my partner in France, he saw her at the ball and liked her so much from the moment they met at the ball, he ran to me seeking her hand."
Daphne turned her head. They met at the ball? The statement shook her. Reminding her of all who she talked and danced with, there was only one person, the same person she kept thinking about the whole day.
She was sitting with her mouth half-open, like a sculpture depicting surprise, trying to understand whether or not this was a joke.
As he continued to explain, "A pure blood, strong, rich and smart… perfect match,"
At once there rose a riot of questions in her mind, all shouting opposition to the man she met yesterday.
What would she do? She was married to Harry! She already belonged to someone else, no not just that, how could Cyrus discuss her future without her consent.
With a demeanour that collected all these questions, but without finding the courage to look into the faces of any of them, Daphne asked, "Who I met at the ball?"
She rose and said with a conclusive tone that decreed that this was a joke that could be thus abandoned, "I thought you were going to give us serious news," and proceeded to climb down the stairs.
Astoria was laughing and saying, "My my! My sister did not like it at all. That was a first!"
Eleanor smirked at the news, she looked at her husband, expecting an explanation. The look tried to convey the meaning, "Really? Is the news you gave true? Because if it is, for, oh you know, this is a matter that concerns us all."
But Cyrus didn't reply instead he went after Daphne.
Remembering his day,
Cyrus stood in the presence of the Dark Lord, who apparently was in a very gloomy mood.
Once he stepped forward and bowed in front of him, the Dark wizard casted the Cruciatus Curse on him out of the blue.
Curling in the pain that was growing within him, he asked what he had done to be punished.
The Dark Lord came closer to him and hissed, "Do you dare lie to me Cyrus?"
"N-No," Cyrus tried to answer between his painful moans.
"Then why would you bring me an imposter?" Voldemort raised a brow.
"Imposter!?" Cyrus was confused but he got the hint, "My Lord! I ask for your forgiveness but you demanded the child so I brought her,"
Voldemort went back to his chair, the huge snake curled next to his feet, glancing at Cyrus with it's scary eyes.
There was a pregnant pause between the two.
When Cyrus was able to straighten himself he found his words and bowed to his Lord.
"My Lord! For fifteen years I have been carrying the burden of my mission with every breath, it took me years to win the trust of the Vasilian Family and years to win a member to my side just like you wanted me to. I have been your faithful servant,"
"Which is why...You have been chosen to take the task."
"Prepare her for me, I believe it is the time," said the Dark Lord.
"Yes, my Lord," Cyrus bowed.
Daphne walked outside the house wanting fresh air. She felt herself choking, looking at the moon which caused the glow on the trees. She shook her head in silence, what the hell happened five minutes ago? She waited for Cyrus to appear. But, of course, he was always a step ahead.
But she already learned how to move in sneaky steps.
"Daphne, ' anything." each word coming out as a hiss behind her back.
Daphne forced herself to turn around, pointing her wand straight in front of her.
He sat there, completely still, unfazed by her weapon in hand. His body was half lit by the muted moonlight, his face stoic, as his eyes burned.
"I know it's hard for you daughter, but I think it's the best choice you have now, you heard right? The rumors about the Dark Lord's return," he sighed.
"I thought you didn't believe in the rumors, what changed now?" she raised a brow, still pointing her wand at him.
Cyrus looked away, "You are someone your brother entrusted to me. I will be more comfortable knowing that you are safer in the future with someone who fits your position." he said finally, locking his eyes with hers.
Daphne stared at him coldly, she took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes at the wizard. "I respect your beliefs but you have no right to choose for me," she said coldly.
Cyrus fisted his hands and turned fully to her faking a smile.
"You are right I have no right to marry you off, Princess Rhaenys," Cyrus said softly. Daphne let out a breath she was holding of relief.
"But I am the one who decides about the future of my heiress. Do not forget your limits as Daphne Greengras," he smirked.
Daphne gasped at him, unable to believe the words that came out of him.
"Are you trying to impose yourself over me?" she managed to say with heat raising within her.
"No, just mentioning a mere fact," he said simply.
"Ah," she scoffed, raised her brows, amazed...did she really let him think all these years that he can overcome and control her? Who did he think he was? He had crossed his lines.
"You previously told me that he was someone who was with me yesterday at the party, and from what I remember about him and what happened a little while ago, here is my opinion," she withdrew her wand and looked him dead in the eyes.
Anyone who knew her would know that she was giving the look that she gave to her enemies and at this moment Cyrus Greengrass had dug his grave with his own hands.
"A lioness's husband is a lion! Not a fox…" she stated with her head held high, her tone as sharp as her words.
"Aren't you yourself a fox? No...a snake,that's what you are dearest," Cyrus chuckled than he gave her a long dark glare,
The air around them got heavier, and Daphne was unable to respond to his words, She was part of the leading family the Alphas of the wizarding pack.
A lion is the king of the jungle.
How could she consider herself as a lioness.
As a queen.
An equal.
But here she was in the den of snakes, and she was a snake.
A fox herself for cunning. She wasn't brave or courageous like a lion. She was a coward.
She bit her lower lip for that.
"––I displayed my intention not to shed another blood from the bloodline…," he paused for a moment, "I know the rules of your family very well if you are married outside the family, you will be banished from the palace."
"I know your true intention, Mr. Greengrass, whatever your ambition is, do not forget who stands in front of you, and I will not allow you or anyone else. And this is not a place to be bargained for over my future." she hissed at him, calling him by his formal name to remind him that she was not his daughter.
Not in the eight years she lived with the Greengrasses had she ever fought with anyone.
With that she didn't need to say anything more and left, leaving him frozen in his place, speechless.
He let out a groan, thinking of what he should say to his Lord, tomorrow when he would ask about her response, he would definitely punish him. He told him she was stubborn, he knew her actions and her way of thinking, she was nothing but a girl full of ego.
She made her way to her chamber and slammed the door harshly behind her, making the elves that were walking by the hallway jump from fear.
Daphne paced around her room thinking, how could she let this happen, how would Harry react when she told him? Besides, who would stop Cyrus from forcing her to do it in the first place, she had walked to the den of wolves by herself the moment she signed the adoption contract. She was eight how would she know, it was Eros who had made her sign, thankfully it wasn't blood adoption but still, no one could stop the head of Greengrass.
She needed time, yes she needed to buy time, she needed to leave as soon as possible, but without anyone realizing her attempts.
But to where she should go, she couldn't simply walk into Grimmauld Place, not with the Weasleys there, or the whole Order and wave her hand 'Hello, I'm Daphne Harry's wife…' she shrugged off the idea, if only Sirius was living alone, she could have done it easily.
Tracey? No she couldn't.
Eva? Osman, head commander Berz or anyone she used to know, she couldn't run to them for help, they would be involved with a traitor, she couldn't do that to them.
Not after all what they had done so far, to keep her safe, she was and would always be in their dept.
She had some money she was saving secretly through the years, she had been taught since the day she was able to hold a fork on her own how to manage to survive on her own.
She still had to go Hogwarts, Harry would be there and wherever he went, she would.
So here she was, stuck in a trap on her own, she would not let Harry discover and worry him.
By the next day, she didn't leave her chamber and the elves were bringing all her needs to her.
She searched in all of the newspapers. Looking for any news related to her brother's council...It may seem to the ordinary reader that it was normal news, but between the lines, there were more important news, messages, decisions, laws that people do not understand about their world.
Daphne did not feel a seed of hope, her heart grew anxious with every second. She did not want to see anyone or talk to anyone until the day she returned to school.
Cyrus kept trying to talk with her but she refused to even open the door to him.
And he wasn't patient himself, trying to bear her stubbornness.
Finally he decided to face the Dark Lord and tell him of her decision.
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Harry had been feeling bad for days, perhaps his imagination or perhaps it had already happened, especially the nightmare he saw on New Year's Eve.
He looked out of the window, remembering his previous nightmare that kept repeating each night.
A dark garden and music, dancing and finally his sweetheart in a mask of black feathers, what only appears from her delicious lips and icy eyes that penetrated the darkness of the dark mask, she was smiling with a glass of wine in her hand, he knews that smile well, she gave it to strangers. Then he heard the man's voice. He was trying to get close to her, but she was constantly turning him down, the party was noisy, the voices were crowded, but these eyes were looking for only one thing in the crowd, and he found it.
The blonde jumped up and grabbed his arm.
Again they were in the garden, the smile was different, it was much warmer, was she warming,'why are you panicking?' he asked with a frown,he looked at her hand, blood?
Was she injured?
She was bleeding from her hand, the rose! Why was she holding a rose? Now she is dancing with him,
Impossible, she is afraid, but he clings to her. He catched her, but she left him or did he left her? The nightmare was over.
Harry was swimming in the flames of his anger for several days, whether it was a nightmare or a reality, he did not know.
However, Harry did not know what was happening, why was he angry. But he had learned his lesson well. He would never show this kind of emotion, keep it inside and count to ten.
He would tell himself, Dumbledore told him that Professor Snape would start teaching him Occlumency by the next term. Harry wanted to refuse but he couldn't since his lessons with Remus were being secret during summer.
To buy time he decided to read a bit of his family's Grimoire, yeah he had told Daphne he wouldn't use it but he didn't tell her he would not read it, and he was curious to know about his family.
Sirius was there for him at times and at times he simply disappeared to Merlin knew where.
He spent hours during the night reading the grimoire, he was amazed by the amount of spells and potions his family had created, no wonder his family owned a huge company by secret.
Speaking of the company, he should soon send a letter to his partners and ask how they ran the company without him.
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The Dark Lord did not accept the decline he received from the sixteen years old girl, her nerves,so he punished his subordinate by cursing his legs for his failure,if he couldn't stand up to such a task then he would not stand at all. Deciding to do the things on his own, he made his way to the Greengrass manor in glamour.
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There was a soft knock on Daphne's door. She opened it slowly to find a small house elf.
"Mistress Daphne! There is a guest desiring to see you Mistress!" the elf said.
"I'm not in a mood to meet with anyone, please tell them that they must excuse me, I'm not feeling well to attend," she sighed closing the door.
"But mistress! The guest told me to tell you that he won't leave until he sees you… oh Mistress! Forgive me I shouldn't say that!" The elf started crying and punishing himself for interrupting his Mistress.
Daphne smiled weakly at the elf who reminded her of sweet Dobby.
She kneeled down and stopped him, shushing him.
"Alright, Alright, prepare the tea for our guest, I will meet him," she rose and went back to her chamber to change from pajamas to something more appropriate.
Few minutes later, Daphne entered the drawing room to meet with the mysterious guest.
She found a man sitting crossed leg, when she made her presence noticed.
The man turned around to the door and stood slowly and proudly.
Daphne stared at him.
A well dressed man, tall, thin, with brown hair matched by brown eyes.
She may have been drunk three days ago but she knew him.
"Isn't it the mysterious man from the ball, to what do I owe the pleasure?" she said politely but there was sarcasm in her voice.
The man smirked and bowed his head greeting her, " Thank you for meeting me Miss Greengrass,"
"It would be rude to not welcome a visitor," she replied, taking a seat across him, signalling to him to sit down as well.
The elves snapped and trays of desserts with tea appeared on the table, she ordered the elves to pour for the guest first.
After the elves left the two alone, there was heavy silence.
The man put down his tea cup and crossed his legs to start his conversation with her.
"Forgive my sudden attendance, Miss Greengrass, I believe there was some kind of misunderstanding," he said slowly.
Daphne raised a brow and out her cup to listen to what he has.
"I believe that I should start with my name, my name is Albert Gaunt,"
Gaunt? One of the twenty eight, she remembered the name.
"Apparently your Lord father misunderstood my intentions so I shall talk directly with you to erase any false idea," Voldemort wasn't a man who explained himself and here he was talking to this girl.
He looked right at her, and he knew that he should take her at this instant with him but, he had to gain her trust first, sometimes when the beast gets caged, it gets angry.
And she was a unique beast.
"You see, Your father is a great partner and I would be honored to have his daughter as my life companion… but not at the–"
"Mr Gaunt with all due my respect, I don't mean to cut you off but the whole offer is illogical, I'm a fair young girl who is still getting her education, marrying at this age is not my prime priority, I believe this tradition is very old to be kept applied." she told him.
Albert/Voldemort nodded slowly at her and smiled which caused her to be a bit confused.
"Indeed miss Greengrass and I'm not asking to do any of this," he replied.
Daphne was surprised by his answer and yet she managed to hide it.
'Then why in the hell did you propose! ' she snapped in her mind.
"I proposed just to court you properly, to show my pure intentions and I'm not asking to stop you from getting your education nor force you to anything you would not like, you are a young girl who still have plenty of energy to achieve her goals," he said as if he was reading her mind, if she wasn't a great at occlumency she would believe that he managed to break her walls.
She tried to break his's of course from the moment she sat in the room, just by eye contact but surprised to meet with failure, was she getting weaker or was he aware that she was trying to use Legilimency on him.
He watched her with a satisfied glare with some curiosity within it, knowing that she had realized of his awareness of her act.
"If you already know that, then you had saved yourself hearing my answer," she said, about to stand and leave but he stopped her by his next words.
"It would be honor for me to you being my wife, soon as you graduate,you have every right to reject, and I won't force you again, but would you like at least to court me, who knows perhaps you may change your mind," he smirked by the end of his talk.
Daphne laughed for that, now that was the man she met at the ball, the full of ego one. "You really have a great ego,"
Albert/Voldemort smirked again realizing that she had warmed again to him.
"What do you think of my offer, your majesty," he smiled.
Her smile disappeared and looked away, a tired look was instead on her face.
" or Lord Gaunt since you are part of the sacred–"
"Call me Albert, please," he cut her politely.
"Very well Albert," she rolled her eyes smiling then faced him again with the tired look and said a simple two words "why me?"
There it was the question that Voldemort prepared himself to hear from her, but honestly what could he say,
When he drank the blood, he couldn't believe the change that happened in him, it was not a full transformation but it was at least a proof that the legend was real, the legend that Abraxas Malfoy told him once about, decades ago,
Daphne repeated her question again but this time, softly, almost a soft whisper, reached his ears like silk wrapped around him.
He felt his lips trimble, words try to come out of his mouth, he stared with wide eyes at her.
And she did nothing but fix her eyes innocently at him.
'This bitch!' his mind yelled.
The two men were sitting together drinking while playing chess in the study chamber of the Malfoy manor, the previous head of house Malfoy who had just fathered a young boy named Lucius.
"Too bad that I couldn't be around when Lucius was born, my wife still refuses to talk to me friend…" Abraxas chuckled.
"Amelia has been unreasonable again?" Voldemort raised a brow smirking.
"Indeed I'm working to keep this family on the top but she does not understand...women," Abraxas rolled his eyes.
"Where have you been? I couldn't reach you,"
Abraxas went silent and his humour disappeared from his face and instead a cold stare.
"My friend, I have been where we all should be, a place between heaven and hell, where power has no limits." his voice faded away.
It took Voldemort's attention, and used his wicked ways to take words from Abraxas, after more shots, Voldemort heard a huge information, information that people would kill for.
"Impossible! This can not be true," Voldemort gasped, surprised.
Abraxas nodded.
"It was a life pray for me, to join at last the knights, the coven is nothing compared to the life of the high palace, the magic is endless, the control and wealth unlimited…" Abraxas's eyes sparkled he turned to Voldemort and pointed his wand.
"Show me your hand!" Abraxas in blue snapped with a dangerous tone.
Voldemort pointed his finger at Abraxas, "Have you lost your mind Abraxas?"
Abraxas did not flinch or scared but kept his face neutral.
"Swear to it, I do not want to obliviate you my friend, swear to it!" Abraxas said.
After what seemed like an eternity of heated glares from both sides, he knew that he had to take it or kill Abraxas, but he needed more information about this.
"Alright…" Voldemort sighed.
After taking the unbreakable vow. Voldemort stared at Abraxas "Now you have to tell me everything friend."
Abraxas had no choice but to tell his friend.
"In the world of the wizarding world there is a castle, a throne and a royal family… They created the system of how we should live and how we eat and breath…in general all the statements and degrees all doesn't get official unless it was approved by the Royal Family,"
All laws and rules of our world, what is discussed and issued by the ministry, are all imposed after that family approves it, so that it has control over the community.
All this and that family controls everything with its strings behind the curtain
"What's the name of this Royal Family?" Voldemort asked thirsty for an answer.
"You might think it's a joke, how can a family control an entire world? I simply discovered the answer to this puzzle that I have been wondering for years,after joining the knights and swearing to protect the throne, I found the key to the power…
I thought it was a myth, but after I became close to the king, I discovered it… The Original blood" he said, with hitched breath.
"The original blood?" Voldemort said, his tune a bit higher.
Abraxas waved his hand to hush him as if the walls had ears.
"Shuush!" said the platinum haired wizard to him then continued nodding "The ruling family has an heir in every generation, a girl called 'Afifat Iblis' It means the devil's maiden. Her other name is the fruit of eden and many other names, I was not told anything but I saw it with my own eyes, the knights...it is a special squad that was created to protect her and the family.
A few days ago, we were in northern Russia fighting a group of vampires, and one of our members was injured by a fatal sermon, the soldier said that there was nothing to worry as long as they have the heiress blood with them, all the wounds disappeared and healed after that the commander told me that it is the ability of the supreme heiress."
"What's the name of this Royal Family?" Voldemort asked thirsty for an answer.
"Vasilian, that's their name, they are the purest dynasty upon this earth, the twenty eight took the blood purity system from them, they are like Pharaohs of our time, of all the times."
Voldemort snapped out of the memory and turned his attention to the girl in front of him.
'I want more of your powers,your great position that will lead me to the throne of the world… I want you! ' his inner demon answered, he wanted her.
The secret that Abraxas had shared with him would always remain a secret between them.
He gave Cyrus the task of raising the heiress without explanation, if anyone knew the secret...Chaos would happen, no wonder why the Vasilian were secretive for years, the key to the influence and power over the world was her, and he waited… he waited years to have her, and here she was in front him, Harry Potter was just a rock in his way and he would soon get rid of him and his old man.
His eyes were as sharp as ever when he turned his gaze to her, pushing her out of his mind and body, before she was even able to read nor see anything.
Or even control.
He was amazed how she tried to imperio him wandless. To tell the truth.
But years of controlling magic were not in vain.
Suddenly Daphne stiffened, snapped out of her focus.
He smirked, because she realized that whatever had tried to cast on him,didn't work,he could see her cheeks burn, of anger or embarrassment, maybe both.
Because she was caught in the act.
"I would lie if I say I didn't finally meet someone who challenged me," he said with a heated stare.
"Challenge?" with a half smile she asked.
He nodded slowly raising from his place, she was about to follow his lead but he stopped her by raising his palm.
"Please think about my offer, my lady," he said, kissing her hand and left.
Leaving behind him a confused Daphne, she snapped and called him before getting out of the door.
"I won't accept your offer," she paused and he raised a brow at her.
"––And I know that this is not your real face nor your real name, Sir, " And here she dropped her bomb.
Voldemort's eyes widened at her 'How did she know?' For the first time Voldemort was truly shocked, he always managed to keep his glamours, but how did she know?
Daphne smirked at him, knowing that this mysterious man was an imposter.
She thanked God for her great blood and gifts, magic was hers to read, it always was, when she was with him at the ball she had her suspicion, but she blamed the wine for her judgment.
Once again when he touched her hand moments ago, her suspension was confirmed, the man still with all his aura that seemed familiar to Harry's, he was wearing a glamour. His magic told her.
"Hiding your real identity is kind of an old trick, unless you're an ugly one or you're afraid." she smirked.
He chuckled after recovering from the shock,"Believe me I'm not ugly, little one," he called her with a husky voice.
"So you are afraid, " she said sarcastically.
Voldemort hesitated at the door, he bit his lip to control his rage, closed it again and turned around to face her and smirked, "I'm not the one who should be afraid here, little one,"
Daphne felt her face flush from rage at his words 'What was that?'.
She pulled herself together and pointed a bored look at him.
"Masquerade is over, Sir," she said, about to leave the room, the game that Cyrus started would stop instantly. He grasped her wrist and pulled her to him.
Daphne surprised by the act, she tried to shake her hand away but his hand was stronger, she composed herself and stood face to face with him and looked at him fiercely.
" . .way."
He didn't move.
One corner of Voldemort's lips raised a small smirk.
"It won't be over unless I say it," he told her.
Daphne was now really angry, who was he to dare to touch her, she was about to pull out her wand and point it at him.
Voldemort knew what was she about to do so he grasped her other hand, he wasn't tightening his grips. Instead he moved them to touch her fingers.
They were soft, for a noble lady who was born with a golden spoon in her mouth.
"Alright, little one, both of us are tired of games are we," he murmured with a sinful voice getting closer to her face, Daphne's breath hitched in her throat, he was dangerously closer and she could feel his own breath on her skin.
He wasn't going to kiss her, was he?
She wanted to fight back to stop him, closing her eyes tightly, zipping her lips together and waiting, one second, two seconds, three. Nothing happened…
She opened her eyes to find him staring at her with a smirk.
She pulled herself together and looked at him suspiciously.
Daphne pulled out her hand but couldn't free the other one,he barely moved.
He was amused of how she was behaving.
Daphne wasn't horrified, but stunned, of his nerve.
He was playing and toying with her. And she despised that.
She wanted to relax but his existence annoyed her now.
'He want games, fine.'
Daphne put her free hand on his right rest and he flinched; he didn't know what was happening, but for a second he thought that he might disappear.
But he didn't disappear,he looked away, like it was physically painful to look at her in the eye at this moment.
Daphne peered into his face, as if it were a mirror. "Interesting'. This face of yours, no wonder you hiding it,a curse?"
"You're babbling,little one."
Daphne closed her eyes, concentrating. Albert/Voldemort squirmed like a pinned snake.
Daphne tightened her ice-cold grip on his hand. He tried to shake her loose, but he could barely move. The coldness was spreading his whole arm was starting to feel numb.
The coldness had spread throughout his body. His throat was frozen. His legs were paralyzed; he couldn't move. He couldn't pull away from Daphne's arm,
Then he realized her cast.
She was trying to trick him to believe his body was paralyzed, a very old body charm.
Albert's face dissolved into the murky image of another man. The man's face was somehow familiar, only she couldn't remember why.
Voldemort couldn't take this insult any longer and pushed her away,
The house or maybe the room, started to shake.
From both of them or just him? He wandered.
He looked over at her, with that sinister smile, and his face was twisted into darkness and shadows. The features that had been so gentle and enticing were now sharp and hard, morphing before her eyes.
his skin seemed to be tightening around his bones, accentuating every vein until you could almost see the blood pumping through them. He looked like a monster.
But she wasn't afraid of him, as much as she was wishing to choke her adoptive father at this instant.
Almost immediately, the house began to shake violently. The crystal chandeliers were swinging, the candles flickering. The windows banged open and shut again and again as the rain battered the roof. The sound was so loud, it was almost impossible to hear anything else.
Voldemort realized his mistake.
If he wouldn't control his anger in the next three seconds, all that years of plotting would end before it saw its own fruition
Daphne pulled up her wand at him, staring dangerously, ready to jump to a fight, a combat.
He calmed himself and the storm inside the room faded
He turned to her with amusement drawn on his face and said "I will drop off my mask if you drop yours,"
Daphne's face became colorless, her lips parted 'did he mean what I just thought, it can't be,' Did Cyrus tell someone about her? Did he to him?
She took a step back glaring at him, she swallowed her words, while he was still having the same expression of amusement on his face.
"I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean," she tried to look cool.
He chuckled and shook his head, "Dearest Daphne, I believed you to be smarter than that, after our charming evening talk together…"
When he heard no response from her but a heated glare at his direction, he realized that he had gone pretty far with her, she would get afraid.
"Forgive me, I don't mean to harm you, nevertheless please consider my offer," he said gently, switching to his gentle character that he hated the most, remembering Cyrus's words of her temper.
Without mentioning what happened just moments ago.
He was about to leave when he turned one last time with a sad face to her, gambling his luck "Tom… My name is Tom,"
Daphne was just staring at the place where he was standing just minutes ago, 'Tom…'
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Daphne was asleep after taking a magic drug, she behaved badly but it was worth it,until the evening when another fight came upon the Greengrass manor.
There was a knock at the door of Daphne's chamber. Dido's voice announced, 'the table is set!'
When she stepped out of her room, Daphne saw a joyful smile on Dido's, merry face.
"What are you laughing about?" she asked.
"Oh! Haven't I understood Missy? If you only knew, little Missy, how happy I am!…" Then, narrowing her small, shining dark eyes at Daphne, she added, "you'll take me with you, won't you?"
Daphne didn't answer. Some pain entered her heart from the young elf's happiness. These innocent words decreed a solid proof of the overt consequences this marriage would have.
When she entered she noticed Cyrus sitting at the head of the table on a wheelchair instead of his normal chair, she wanted to ask but she wouldn't care less for what happened to him so she shoved off the idea.
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"Everything is prepared, you shall meet her at school, commander," said Eva.
The captain of the brave ones, nodded his head, and headed on his way to leave the High Palace, it was already dark.
But as he walked in the hallway, he crossed paths with the Queen Mother, who was walking in his direction, which he could not avoid now in any way.
Since the crowning of Prince Phobos, King of the Territories and Magic, the commander tried to avoid his mother by all means and methods.
"Oh, Commander! What a pleasant surprise this evening to see you,"
Queen Aurelia smiled.
"Good evening, Your Majesty," he bowed his head.
"Are you heading home?"
"Our eyes cannot sleep for the sake of the state's stability and security, madam, please excuse me."
"Of course, Commander, I heard that our king has chosen you to do this mission." Aurelia smiled.
Berz knew that she was not going to let go of him before she released a seed of her poison.
"I have volunteered to do the mission myself,"
She smiled at him and then noticed the woman behind him and her smile faded.
Eva lowered her eyes to not meet with Aurelia's stare.
"Good luck then. We live for the state in the end, right?" she said in a cold voice.
The commander proceeded on his way out, and Aurelia waited until he was out of the corner.
Eva was about to follow her captain when Aurelia grabbed her tightly by the elbow and approached her.
Eva knew well enough not to look into the eyes of the Queen Mother.
"Then you are really in the palace, guts!"
when Eva should have kept herself out of her sight and grasp. she chose poorly, in hindsight. Aurelia stared back, fury shining in her eyes. Her beautiful face was marred by the fierce scowl she wore every time she was unable to hide her true feelings.
"So,vice-commander Eva, do you believe yourself above me?" Aurelia slowly asked, her voice gentle, hiding a dangerous edge.
"No one is above our King, my Queen." she replied sweetly, not addressing her question directly. After all, Eva was under head commander and the King's authority.
When Berz could not hear the sound of feet behind him, anticipating what had already happened, he turned back to see the Queen talking to his vice.
He approached and said in a calm voice, free of any reaction, "Your majesty, please, I do not want you to treat my soldiers in this way."
Aurelia blazed the leader's gaze, knowing that she was in a position in which her position allowed her to deal with the soldiers as she wanted, but Commander Berz was not anyone, as he was in the palace before her arrival, and everyone feared him even her own late husband feared and respected him and even her son as well.
She smiled at him and left Eva's arm.
He turned without moving and
she approached Eva whispering, "Praise your Lord, that the Leader protects you. Otherwise, I would end you now in your place. If you forgot the past, I do not..especially what my enemies have done. Your account will come sooner or later." she moved to her side and smiled, "As long as the leader favors you, it is better to serve him well."
When Eva bowed and left behind her commander, Aurelia kept staring at the direction where the two disappeared.
One of her handmaids approached her and asked "what bothers you my Queen?"
Aurelia gave her a side glance but kept her stare at the same direction and sighed.
"It's pretty rare for the head commander himself to intervene and do a field mission…"
'I smell something fishy in this,' Aurelia finished her thoughts.
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That evening there was a great coming and going in the Grimmauld place. Fred and George used one of their new products on Ron before returning to Hogwarts which was a shampoo as a joke, they switched with his shampoo in the bathroom, his hair got very long, longer than Ginny's. Ron's screams were all over the house, Walburga woke up and started yelling, the house was in a mess, Sirius was laughing at the scene, his mother from a side screaming and Molly from the other side.
"We have to shave his hair," Molly sighed.
"Poor Ron," Ginny and Hermione both agreed, trying not to laugh.
"What! NO! NO ONE IS SHAVING ANY ONE'S HAIR!" Ron started yelling.
"Oh yes we are! You are not going back to Hogwarts looking like a ginger Merlin," Molly sat him down forcibly by a wave of her wand.
The twins were laughing in the back.
"Sirius! Could you please send the boys away!" Molly yelled at him, they were distracting her.
Harry was getting some hot chocolate from the kitchen when it happened.
He looked from the corner of the kitchen to the noise around the house.
In the end everyone agreed and had decided to shave the hair with the machine's lowest setting, but for the past two hours Ron had been hiding the clippers and running away from Molly who did not wish to leave the task to anyone else.
Harry and almost everyone knew that Molly was pushing herself too much, distracting herself with the house chores everyday without stopping.
It was too much to bear for her, but she was trying to pull herself together. Harry walked during the night through the house to clear his mind, staying inside the room all time would kill him. He would find the lights of her room on and he knew that she was crying even without hearing her.
He would sometimes think, would he and Daphne become like them, would they be sad over each other's absence? The whole thing was still new to them, to him.
She grew knowing that one day she would be married.
He wasn't, before third year he didn't even know that there was anyone who knew his parents, not to mention the company and the heritage.
She grew knowing her surroundings, the society, he was still new to these.
He was getting tired of not knowing, tired of being weak.
He was reading and re-reading every spell and charm in his family's book, memorizing every word. Daphne said that he needed to learn the basics first.
She had a great military knowledge and he was still amazed on how physically strong she was and how weak she was on the other side of the coin.
She taught him till now many types of self defense, the ones he only thought that those actors on TV shows could do.
"What are you afraid of, Ron? It won't cut you," Harry heard Ginny says to Ron in the back.
Now he was there, kneeling, having surrendered his head to Sirius instead of Molly. Sirius could not work for laughing. As Ron writhed about ticklishly, entreated him with, "Careful, Padfoot," and hunched his shoulders, Sirius's fingers went limp with laughter, and he doubled over, clutching his belly with his other hand. To one side, Hermione was watching Sirius absently, the shadow of a vague smile playing on her lips. She was perhaps watching him in order not to listen to Ginny, who was saying things like, "oh, the Holyhead Harpies are going through a bad time, Hermione! I assure you, they haven't selected a new captain yet!..." Ginny was relating a disgraceful event that had been narrated in the latest Daily Prophet edition with details. It was one of Ginny's favourite things to talk about: she would impart to any free stories she had read, any risqué jokes she had seen, taking them onto moral reflections, and enjoy her torment, and the virtuous flush that invaded her pale face. At one side of the house, on the divan, Fred was trying to show Remus a newly-learned craft. It was the twin's nature.
"Now it's all done," she heard Sirius saying, " I didn't shave it all. I let a few locks drop on your face so it looks more like the curtains hairstyle…"
"Merlin's balls! Thank you thank you Pad!" Ron was amazed by how great his look was from the mirror and his eyes sparkled.
"I bet the girls would regret not going out with you before now," Sirius grinned proudly at his job. Someone patted his shoulder.
He turned to find Harry staring at him with an emotionless face, "We need to talk."
Sirius was about to say something but he chose to keep silent and follow him.
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At the table, Eleanor talked of everything in order to prepare for a marriage, and when she brought up these subjects to confuse Daphne who sulked without lifting her eyes from her plate as if to create a peace that would avoid an open argument with her, she was still tired of how she used her magic previously,and she was forcing herself to stand,talk and move, she wanted to sleep and rest and on the other hand, all her mind was with that strange man 'Tom…' why was his name familiar,besides what happened still lingering fresh in her mind, the way he lost control over his emotions suddenly,the way she treated him too.
This strange Alber or Tom or whatever his name was…
He was an interesting person.
Eleanor spoke of the new clothes they had seen in Diagon Alley, Daphne knew the object of the woman's talkativeness. For the first time she felt that it would be necessary to engage in a decisive, serious battle with her.
"I did not approve yet," Daphne finally said.
"But I thought after he visited…" Eleanor said with a pouting face.
"I promised him nothing," Daphne answered sharply.
Cyrus who was silent the whole evening, clenched his fists remembering the dark Lord's words, the Dark Lord's punishment.
'The girl would not return to Hogwarts until she weds me, Cyrus,' the Dark Lord commanded. When he returned, apparently he was angry from his meeting with her and punished Lucius as soon as he entered the chamber and ordered him out of his sight.
'My Lord, how could I forbid her!?' Cyrus asked with shiver in his voice.
'You are the father aren't you?' he said dismissing him without a Crucio which was a first.
Suddenly Daphne lifted her head with force, and shared a look with her adopted mother. Between this woman and her there remained a strangeness that could not wholly be erased, a fear apart from the will that hindered the candid relationship that would render them as a mother and daughter, had kept Daphne away from Eleanor.
Daphne knew, no matter how nice the woman was towards her, she would never take her mother's place, Eleanor didn't force her to call her 'mother' and didn't try to push her, instead she offered friendship.
Which was probably something which gained her respect from Daphne.
Astoria, taking advantage of the pause in the conversation, asked Daphne, "Why are you disapproving, is he so low for you?"
"Astoria!" Eleanor scolded her daughter, who rolled her eyes annoyed.
"Roff,"said Cyrus, as if not having heard, "do take this jug." Then, turning to his drink, "There is no refusal to begin with, the earlier the marriage the better," he said without even looking at anyone but his glass.
Eleanor sent her husband a frown. The dinner did not end in a heavy silence as Daphne wanted it but a stormy hurricane instead.
"What do you mean, I do not attend to marry the man?" she hissed at him.
Which caused a gasp from both Eleanor and Astoria, shocked from her sudden response. They never saw her talk back badly to anyone, not Cyrus of all people.
"What I mean, you are sixteen and ready to be wed," he said with heavy eyes and emotionless expression.
Daphne's eyes widened," I have school!" she raised her voice.
"You will return to school after you get married."
"ARE YOU SERIOUS!" Daphne yelled, slapping her hands on the table as she stood.
Cyrus did not react to her behavior, in fact he kept wondering why the Dark Lord wanted her so much, sure she was a pretty young lady, smart and mature, but what was so special about her except her family name? She was nothing but a weak girl who didn't go to sleep unless she took dozens of pills.
"My answer is final, Eleanor begin the preparations," he said, turning to leave the room.
Eleanor only nodded as she stood with him.
"You are delusional for thinking I will accept," Daphne yelled at him.
He turned with his very cold glare at her and he said in his monotonous voice," You will not return to Hogwarts unless you are married and that's final Daphne."
He made sure to call Daphne reminding her of what she was now.
Astoria left giggling behind her parents, leaving a stunned Daphne behind them.
She fell on her chair with her mind blank.
She ran to her room panicked,her hands running through her face, her breaths speeding up, slamming the door of her room behind her with a loud slam, she was having a panic attack.
'Harry would kill me if he knows about this, NO! He would hate–,' Daphne didn't feel the need to finish the rest of the sentence in her mind, feeling her heart speed racing. The heat of the room felt tremendous, she stretched her shirt's collar for air, it wasn't working, she started taking off her shirt, it wasn't helping she still felt the heat sticking around her.
Trying some water, yet it didn't help her.
She felt robes around her neck, it was not good, it was choking her and she could not breath.
Her sleeping pills?
No! Sleeping was not the answer in the mere moment,she needed to be awaken to think of solution.
She heard giggles in her head again, and something else. It was a creaking sound. Faint voice.
"...You're right, Harry will hate you…"
Daphne stiffened. She knew the voices of her inner self talking about her, but they were also talking about Harry. "leave me alone," she shot back.
"He will judge us, just admit it. They all are,he is no different."
"I said shut up!"
The creaking was getting louder and started to sound more like splintering.
Daphne was staring straight ahead, but her jaw was clenched and she was unnaturally focused on one point in the front of the room, like she couldn't see anything but that spot. The room felt like it was getting smaller, closing in.
She could still hear the grinding.
"Poor little one."
Stop it stop it stop it.
"you know what to do child."
ENOUGH!
Now the voice was so loud. The grinding stopped. Glass went flying, splintering into the air, as the window shattered out of nowhere— the windows all around the chamber, right next to her,that's when she realized what that creaking sound had been. Pressure. Tiny cracks in the glass, spreading out like tiny sparkling diamonds, until the windows collapsed inward like it had been pulled by a thread.
Cold wave of air entered from all the broken windows.
Daphne let out a loud gasp of fear, what have she done!
She took a big inhale. Again and again at a slow pace, until her heart rate became steady.
Cyrus burst inside the room in a hurry, followed by his wife and daughter.
Shock gasps were their only reaction.
She would not look weak in front of them, so she stood still in her place.
With an emotionless face, and cold eyes.
Staring right at them.
Cyrus caught "the elves will fix it right away," was his only response and left the chamber.
His wife and daughter were still in their place, staring at her, speechless.
"Do you like the show,I can repeat it for you," she said, mockingly.
The two hurried out of the chamber in fear.
After they left she finally found her breath, she gazed from above at the garden the elves tried to keep so meticulously tidy. In an instant she saw the last eight years of life spent in this poor little house, in this little corner, the days that passed with the same comings and goings. All the amusements, the outings, even the dresses that had until then been lovingly made and worn, even the best memories of her younger years were lowered in her eyes to a base and pathetic level.
Then she thought of herself: before her eyes she saw her own face, her own figure, hair, that elegant, eminent shape that gathered love and respect from the eyes of those that beheld her as they passed by her side; she smiled at this vision, half-shutting her eyes. To herself she listed, one by one, the details that accompanied this beauty.
She would not let anyone cross her again.
She held out her hands. They were cut and bleeding,red drops splattered on the floor.
She sighed in irritation.
Despite Cyrus's rules, this man who felt none of the obligations of fatherhood but obligation toward his duty as a protector or so he wanted them to believe with a shrewdness instinct to the family – Daphne too, knew a bit of everything: enough languages to communicate.
if required to, she could quite beautifully accompany her dignified gifts with spells and healing charms,the control of the five elements of nature she had learnt almost entirely by herself.
Occlumency that she was gifted by birth strongly with it.
True sometimes she lose control over her magic because of her anger but she was an excellent witch.
The body's weakness was just a side collateral damage.
These made up such a sum of distinction, that it was probably enough to transport her above the level of her brother's level; however, her family's way of life, the power of the whole family, were each rising in the shape of walls which hid these aspirations from view. Not to mention all that occured in the past eight years on her family that made her ran away and start under new identity or the last four ones on her personally,Because of it Cyrus found a way to control her easily,it prevented her from the chance to hope for the realisation of her true self, there was, in her heart, a deep hostility towards this family mostly.
Oh! What a nice opportunity she would now have found, for taking revenge upon them!…
She had now definitely decided. She would not be defeated by any force that tried to turn her from this decision.
"Not this time, I will not allow you to control my destiny," she wandered around her room, smiling at herself in the mirror as she passed.
The next day, Cyrus orders Daphne to be locked inside her room and isolated under a magic barrier made by the elves so that she never leaves the room until she gets married.
Trouble, yes, this was what Daphne thought,'stupid! stupid!'
But Rhaenys had a different opinion.
Daphne hated using magic, and hated to harm anyone.
But Rhaenys loved magic, it's light and it's dark.
Two different characters for one person.
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The next morning it was the day where Astoria and so should her, return to Hogwarts.
"I thought you were being punished?" Astoria asked not hiding her irritation.
Daphne looked up from her plate and smoked to the girl, they were having breakfast together after days of isolation.
"Oh didn't you know,I was forgiven…" Daphne smirked, sending glares at Cyrus while she talked.
"I accepted the proposal," Daphne said cheerfully.
It was morning already and Daphne didn't blink an eye the whole night, in her fully awake, Astoria was probably down stairs ready to leave,
She jumped to the door groaning and slamming the door.
"Open this door! Anyone! Dido! Didoo!" she kept yelling until the elf popped inside her room.
"What do you want Missy?" Dido asked,worried.
"Where is Cyrus?"
"Master is in his chambers,"
"Eleanor?"
"She is talking with the young mistress before departing…"
"Go to Cyrus,tell him I accepted the proposal."
Dido clapped her hands happily, and popped out.
"So you are getting married?" Astoria said, disappointment and irritation filled her voice.
Astoria didn't want that, she was happy that finally the perfect girl was getting a punishment, now she was rewarded instead.
"Excuse father, I will go back to my chamber now, have a safe trip to the school sister," she smiled to Astoria and left.
Astoria kept glancing at her with suspension, once she made sure that she was out of the room she turned to her father.
"Father are you really letting her?" she whined.
He nodded.
"But–" Astoria wanted to protest but he cut her first.
"Your sister knew what is best for her," he said.
Astoria bit her lip and looked down at her lap, fisting her hands, 'it wasn't fair, why she had to take what is mine!'
Astoria's eyes teared up but she wipped them and continued in her breakfast.
She bid her father later goodbye and wished him to get healthy soon and left with her mother.
She saw Daphne waving at her from the balcony above and threw at her an air kiss.
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Harry couldn't sleep last night, feeling anxious all the time again.
Perhaps he was excited to see Her.
He missed Daphne as hell, he really got used to her, and after making up he wanted to leave, meet her, but he could not, Hogwarts finally was here, it was hard to let go with Sirius after the man mysteriously and miraculously turned young again.
Walking through the halls of Hogwarts in a new term , he felt himself fresh.
As he stepped inside the great hall he searched with his eyes through the groups of Slytherins but there was no sight of his blonde witch.
He heard soft giggles behind him when he turned his head he saw his adopted sister-in-law? Was that how he was supposed to call her, it had a weird tune on his tongue.
She was talking to someone and laughing happily "move from my sight,Potter." she said and Harry rolled his eyes and walked to his place at the Gyffindor's table waiting for Daphne, but there was no sign of her.
He looked at her friend Tracey who seemed distressed for being alone, yet Theo Nott and Zabini by her side talking with her.
He noticed that the group was somehow separated than usual, Parkinson was at the other end of table with her friend, Malfoy was at the other side with his huge bodyguard, from the way they were acting, there was tension between them.
Harry was worried, why Daphne wasn't with them 'where is she?'
"Where is she, she is not usually late!?" Tracey moaned,her best friend was no where to be found.
"Why are you over reacting, she perhaps missed the train." Theo said.
"Shut up, were you spying?" Tracey gave him a deadly glare.
"Your voice was not faint, so yes." he raised his hands.
"Stupid" she called him.
"Idiot"
"arrogant"
"..." Theo paused for a moment then smirked "maybe that's right,"
Tracey rolled her eyes annoyed,
"You two should stop," Blaise said, without turning a blind eye to his book.
"It doesn't matter if she is not here,perhaps it is for the best, Pansy is looking for a chance to jump on her," Blaise started taking the attention of the two in front of him, Tracey blinked twice for not understanding what was he talking about,so he be continued explaining what he meant "Pansy will try to blame her as she is the person most aware of the matter." he said in a voice indicating his feeling of boredom.
Theo and Blaize told Tracey on the train about the ball.
"Why don't she blame her boyfriend, pardon her ex, You two are his close friends, didn't you know?" Tracey asked in a whisper.
The two shook their heads, answering the question.
"But honestly, it was clear it was going to end it, I won the bet," Theo laughed.
"You didn't win, you said he'd separate from her before the party," Blaise gave him a knowing glare.
"What happened at the party?" Tracey popped up.
"Nothing like usual, drink, dance, etc., in general, maybe that's why she blames her." Blaise said.
"To blame?"
"Draco was with Daphne before Pansy came, and as soon as Pansy turned her back ,he ran from her side straight to Daphne," Theo said, causing Tracey's eyes to wide from surprise.
"Draco and Daphne agreed to be the other's safe zone no more than that, and Daphne, in order not to stir up a scandal with Pansy at the party, kept dancing with another person, and apparently there was an attraction between them." Blaise finished.
"attraction!?" Tracey almost yelled then stopped herself 'but she is already with someone, Daphne what are you doing!?' Tracey frowned.
"Right, why don't we leave arguments to later ..."
Theo said, boycotting Tracey's train of thoughts,when he heard the principal address the students.
After the speech was over Tracey asked Astoria of her sister's whereabouts.
"She didn't feel good lately so she stayed home. I think she won't return," Astoria said, turning to her plate.
Tracey and the two guys gasped at her.
"Did she fall ill again?" Tracey shook Astoria's shoulders a little bit aggressively.
"Oi, don't hurt her." Theo pulled her from the elbow.
"I'm just worried, alright." she snapped at him.
"Don't worry about her, I bet she is in pain," Astoria chuckled.
Harry saw the scene and was curious.
Something was happening and he could see the concern and worry on Tracey Davis's face.
Suddenly Pansy Parkinson walked to them and joined in their side.
"Oh, so her Majesty is not returning this term, how unlucky thing," Pansy said rolling her eyes of happiness.
"She is sick," Tracey snapped.
"So what! I'm not her healer to worry about her,perhaps she is running from me," Pansy smirked and Tracey wanted to choke her at the moment.
Astoria laughed at that reply,
"who is scared of who?"
Astoria's body shivered, she didn't have to turn around and look at the direction of the voice to know who it belonged to.
"Daphne," Astoria whispered, feeling her body freeze up almost instantly.
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... To be continued...
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What did it just happened could someone explain...
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