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This chapter is a special chapter : the delayed honeymoon…

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Chapter 32

February 12 1996

15-year-old Harry Potter was resting his body sitting on a swing, with a mug of tea in his hands, to warm him after a strenuous training session that he did not stop even though it was his relaxing time. It became part of his morning routine. His wife, Daphne, ordered him to take a one hour and a half break because he was exaggerating in his training. Strangely, she thought Harry did need a break.

The dragon slayer was listening to music on the walkman headphones, thinking, "Wonder what Daphne ate this morning? It wasn't like her to let me rest. " he muttered, worried. Strangely she was quite recently. Not to the level of their first encounter. But he suddenly grinned broadly to himself. "Nah, she's all right! Maybe she got tired of bossing me around! Hahaha! " chuckled the boy happily. Then he sank into the swing, enjoying his herbal tea. Plus music.

He gave the little object to Daphne to enjoy her music, but the magic turned on the magician instead and Harry was the one enjoying this muggle tool. He was infected by that love of music.

Ever since he survived the battle of Iraq, He opened his mind to his surroundings, hearing the whispers. It was disturbing at the beginning but he was told to open up to it. Embrace and welcome it as his own. Even when he can't handle it, he could listen to the music. He laughed. He understood finally why she was reading books all time, listening to the words of authors in her head instead. Magic could be disturbing when it was not needed.

It doesn't happen all the time; The whispers. Magic was very talkative when someone listened.

He pulled the headphones over his head and hummed. Time was flying and the end of the month was just around the corner... The hold of the sword was still with him and this far nothing changed. The voice who helped never showed up again.

They sat in a park in the middle of the night, they shared a good silence for some time, "You tricked us all," Harry breathed out.

"I did,"

"Corvina–"

"My aunt's place is near the king, au contraire Aurelia is a bad influence on her son, I had to sacrifice the girls. As being underaged, Aurelia will have to go with them to France and manage herself there, that's how the law works until they reach age."

"Look, I'm not judging you… it's just, surprising. Slytherins are ambitious folk,"

"I am ambitious but all of that, nothing of it worth it," she threw her hair in the air and Harry waited for her to continue. "I'm aiming for something different," she said quietly.

"Also, I married an outsider, if I demanded and my marriage came out, the two of us would get executed… unless," she gestured to him to conclude the rest.

Harry's eyes glittered and his gaping mouth formed into a wide grin after taking the realisation.

"Unless you dropped all your names!" He jumped off his seat in the park, dragging her up with him, taking her in the air, happy. "You lit–"

"You're not all muscles! Gryffindor's golden boy," She gave him a victory smile. Harry dropped her to the ground and asked, "No more Royal shit?"

Daphne beamed at him and insured, "No more Royal shit,"

"Fucking hell! Honestly, I got fucking tired of all that royal drama bullshit! No offence, I prefer watching it on TV, " Harry looked up to the sky and he could see his breath. Nothing to go back for now anyway. He was being honest and she didn't mind it all.

Daphne flattered her eyelashes, boringly. "None taken,"

Many things happened in January, he dropped school and Daphne got expelled. They got into a huge fight because he found out about what she did to umbridge in Hogwarts from Dumbledore. He should have known that the old man was not stupid, the latter knew all about his actions.

Snape! That bat couldn't hold his tongue and told Dumbledore everything. Things got messy at the beginning because Harry got into a disagreement with the headmaster.

The warlock expressed freely his worry about the involvement of Harry with the fugitive princess. He even told him that she was dangerous enough because of her relationship with both Greengrass and Malfoys nevertheless to her family, this relationship will lead to a catastrophic event. Dumbledore stated that having her over will lead to future problems with the royals. More specifically: accusations about rebellion in the eyes of the wizarding world.

Harry wondered how the hell did the old brilliant warlock not discover her soon, ' I mean the entire castle was running in fear saying the ghost of Diane was back!'

Harry had enough and did not hide the truth about Voldemort's involvement with Daphne and the actual reason behind the mission of Snape in Iraq. Making sure that Daphne will never know about the latter.

Yep the boy gave up and told Dumbledore everything this far, he needed counselling and who else more than the hundred years old warlock can give him that. Except for the Hecate thing.

To that Dumbledore reasoned himself and came to understand the importance of Daphne's role.

Three days ago,

"Having Miss Vasilian pardon Mrs Potter by our side will strengthen our case, not to mention the last true born of the main dynasty," Dumbledore uttered.

"It will give you-know-who another reason to eliminate us," Remus noted.

Harry rolled his eyes at that, Remus was not a big fan of Daphne after Iraq.

"She has no one but me,"

"Harry! I mean no offence to her but she's stronger far than any of us, you saw what she is capable of–"

"She's not Lilith!" Harry snapped at Remus.

"But what if she lost control again!" Remus commented.

Harry pursed his lips tightly, of course, he considered that issue.

"You saw what happened there," Remus continued

There was a heated glare between them and Harry's face reddened.

Dumbledore was only staring at the two of them.

"If that transpired, bring a priest and it's solved… I'm standing right here," Daphne meddled. As she entered the living room of the old house. Molly followed in after her. "If I'm the centre of the argument, shouldn't I be attending?"

Harry gave her that glance to behave herself for her good. Her mouth was sharp and it was not the time for any of her remarks.

"Before any of this can continue! Do you want tea?" Molly burst, putting a tray in front of Harry and sending glares of annoyance and wariness at Daphne.

Harry did not survive the scolding of Mrs Weasley when he knocked on the door of Grimmauld Place. She hugged him for dear life, then started the scolding session.

"Yes, with honey please," Daphne smiled politely to the old woman. "And I think Harry with one cube of sugar, right? dear!"

"She's not your housekeeper…" Harry hissed at her. "I will do it, Mrs Weasley," he stood to serve the tea.

Molly was staying in Grimmauld place, it was still hard for her to live in the burrow, still under the shock of her loss. Harry asked Sirius to let her stay there with an offer to take after the house, knowing the pride of Ms Weasley, she won't accept money from anyone. So Sirius offered. First to recover and stay busy and second to help the Weasleys. No one knew about that. Bill, The poor bloke was working hard with the goblins.

"First, You wouldn't be alive if I happened and lost control of Lilith back then Professor? Second, let's not hide the truth: You have no choice but to accept because I, a valuable weapon, and Vold– you-know-who won't miss a chance to have me, he did that before, twice!"

Harry noticed Molly's stiffness at the mentioned dark lord.

"Another reason why we can't have you here, the Order won't accept you," Remus said.

"I'm afraid that you are right Mrs Potter," Dumbledore interrupted at last.

Daphne smirked without dropping her glance from Remus at the interference of Dumbledore.

"Your the last of your kind and with the strength Remus has told me he witnessed, it is something Tom won't miss for anything in the world, Harry is right Remus,"

"No! He is just a boy! What was Sirius thinking! What was James thinking!" Molly snapped.

"I'm pretty sure they were not," Daphne shrugged.

"We are not going to take the risk," Remus huffed.

"I have nothing to worry about," she commented.

"You heard the princess," Harry turned to the headmaster. Siding with her. "Neither do I," he smiled at Daphne, supporting her at the best.

Molly had enough and burst fuming out of the room, slamming the door harsh enough to wake screaming Walburga.

"Mrs Potter, you know how delicate a position you were put into now, you will be wanted and won't be able to move freely, nevertheless you have been expelled from Hogwarts, because of the charges Miss Parkinson holds against you. You can't be outside until we beat Tom, are you ready to sacrifice your freedom?" Dumbledore asked.

"What charges?" Harry now turned to her.

"There have been some silly argument between the girls' nothing to worry about," Dumbledore cut off Remus, "What I mean, is your a young brilliant witch and you have done things this far, that I can only describe being amazing, will you ready to go this far?"

"I will bear a child, Harry will finish his education, I'm fully aware of what I'm doing," she said, coolly.

Daphne turned to Dumbledore, smiling and turning serious. Harry saw in the pause some hesitancy.

"...The last member of the original family alive, the attention of this union is to destroy the pureblood system, I'm afraid the sensitivity in its highest percentage, the obligation of my family to protect both worlds from mingling and keeping the oath of the three species up," Daphne paused, sipping her tea, " we are now witnessing the beginning of another stage of wizarding and human evolution, the Muggles are showing great development in the technology department, it is a cause that Vold- pardon me You-know-who object and raising his powers against, to end this problem, the system that has been up for thousands of year can't end this easy and bearing a half-blood child is my the only thing I am capable of doing," Harry felt his face warm at the straightforward words.

"– I won't hide that what happened in Hiroshima frightened my family, and the cold war is just a leftover, what happened in Iraq recently was the echo of war drums, my mother was afraid of the colliding that may happen in the future, which is why," she put down her teacup and glanced at him, " Ready to do whatever it takes to finish this war, you know what happened if the Vasilians intervene, you better win this war before it goes out of control. I will assist with whatever it takes. I believe of course that if my brother had a muggle-born bride, it would be a good chance to start on this project, and my proposition is direct to... Miss Granger,"

"WHAT!" The other two gasped.

"No!" Both Harry and Remus jumped on their feet.

"I will not let Hermione be dragged into this like some bloody broodmare!" Harry shouted at her.

"She's a brilliant Muggleborn witch, a perfect example to lead future generations," she continued, ignoring them.

"I'm afraid this will only lead to a rebellion, a dangerous task indeed and for a noble cause, but ending a millennium of years' cycle overnight, the common folk won't agree…" the old man caressed his long white beard, engrossing in his thoughts about the offer.

"Of course it won't," she pursed her lips, "but do they have a choice, just imagine in five to seven decades,"

"Hmmm," Dumbledore hummed, plotting.

Remus turned to Dumbledore in awe and shock, denial. Then back at Daphne "Unbelievable, " he uttered. Harry was confused as to why Remus gave such a pained stare at Daphne who averted her eyes back to Dumbledore.

Remus held his breath and stormed out of the room keeping the three alone.

"I reject it!" Harry said.

"Miss Granger has shown her interest in dedicating her life for the greatest good and offered to join the order before," Dumbledore mentioned.

"She is a good option," Daphne smiled.

Harry had enough and the control of his sentiments he had, has reached its limits. He slammed the table and glanced at Daphne.

"You can have another Muggleborn bride to your brother, anyone but Hermione for that! Or else there will be no Potter heir!" He hissed.

He loves Daphne and he loves Hermione as a sister, the same way he is dedicating his life to protect Daphne, the same way goes for Hermione and after seeing the mischievous and treachery in the souls of the royal family. He will not let anyone drag his sister into this shit, even if he has to threaten Daphne in front of Dumbledore and humiliate her for it.

Daphne bit her lip to control her emotions in front of Dumbledore and said, " Duty comes and love will follow later, brother will treat her like a Queen!"

"And I have said my opinion, you're a Potter now, act like one, or forget it, you are no longer part of that family…" he added, coldly and left.

pretty sure that Dumbledore got a headache from the arguing, arguing endlessly while he just sipped tea and plotted a plan in his mind.

Daphne shortly followed him to his room, their room, Molly had no choice.

"Never do that again in front of people!" She warned him.

"And never plot behind my back, if I'm the last to know, this will be the reaction you receive. Get used to it, "

"... You humiliated me,"

"And you lied to me! We agreed on this marriage out of protection, when was this plan?"

"Before our birth! Do you think they would let me breathe, the moment we consummated Phobos knew,"

Harry's brows frowned.

"Do you think he would let me go that easy, the same goes for me! Learn politics!" She hissed at him. "Nothing goes free in this love, not even love!"

"I'm at my decision, you won't drag Hermione into this fucking mess!" He turned his back to her.

Daphne could see from the back of his head, his body was tense as she followed after him.

"You are my wife now," Harry added with a gruff tone.

Daphne rolled her eyes as she followed on his heels.

"Will you start dominating now?"

He ignored her, narrowing his eyes in annoyance.

"When you question my decision in front of all the others, you undermine me."

He looked back to give her a pointed look. "When you hide something from me, I will undermine you,"

Daphne knew it was the best decision to undertake, giving the Muggleborns and the purebloods a union. Harry had to understand that. The past was already written, and more conflicts within the people is the last thing she wanted.

"We can't have a normal life Harry, we are already involved in a long term mess, I dedicated my life to the cause," she told him.

Harry also didn't want to divide his friends in the upcoming war against the army of Voldemort. Otherwise, they wouldn't stand a chance but sacrificing a person, wasn't like him.

"So, I can't make decisions anymore?" She asked.

"Of course, you can but you can't when it does include my friends, there is something called counselling, "

She cuts him before he could finish his entire sentence. "Father never let anyone question his authority, neither Voldemort,"

Harry stopped for a moment. His eyes trailed her figure as a feeling of shock and dread settled in his stomach.

She thought he was like Voldemort. Harry knew he would rather die a thousand deaths than ever let that happen.

Still, he wanted to know for certain if she considered him as vile as the arrogant Dark Lord who tortured the innocent. Or the father who violated her mother, who robbed her innocence, drove her mad.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, a couple of hours ago you were dying for my love and now you compare me to those monsters!?" he questions with disbelief. As they closed the door of his room behind them.

Daphne stopped in tracks, approaching him, her face softened as she looked into his emerald eyes, identifying the hurt in his eyes at her words. It was a harsh thing to do- compare his actions to Voldemort, despite knowing they were on two complete ends of the spectrum. But she did not want him to make the mistakes of the former king and the resurrected lord.

Harry doesn't know how much Daphne is frightened over his life. She couldn't bear the thought of him dying, just like her brother. Harry was good and had a kind heart, but without her to notice the shadows lurking in the corner, or people who wanted to manipulate him for their selfish desires, he'll find himself with Avada through his soul.

"You're as far from anyone I've ever met," she reassures him softly, a glint of fondness in her blue eyes.

Harry felt a warmth blossom in his chest as he saw the soft look she was directing at him. He clenched his fists into his palms, recognising the feeling. "You just helped me not to feel guilty then about not telling you that I'm leaving you here!"

"Don't speak rubbish" she paused and pulled herself away, "You will return to Hogwarts and You will finish your education." She said in an authoritative tone.

"I won't!"

"You will! You don't expect me to let you laze your arse around here because you saved the day. Getting an educational degree is important!"

"Who are you? Hermione. It's not important right now!"

"It is!"

"It's NOT!" Harry shouted.

"I will not let you spoil yourself with your family's fortune, you will go back!"

"I won't! There are other important things to do!"

"Tom Riddle is NOT your concern right now! Stopping him this time was an exception. "

"Why would-"

"Let Dumbledore and his order handle it..."

"This is not about Dumbledore!" Harry gaped.

"ABOUT WHOM THEN!"

"I'M LEAVING FOR FUCK SAKE!" Harry slammed his fist to the wall. Causing Daphne to flinch. He sighed to calm himself down and looked at her with frowned brows. Looking sincerely at her, "I am leaving," he said, this time, calmly.

Daphne just stood there as if time stopped, she finally blinked and swallowed, sitting on the bed.

Perhaps the way he said it was wrong or he just couldn't hold his tongue any longer.

"To where?"

"Egypt," Harry answered, he was trying for days to tell her by a good and peaceful method. He screwed up.

"When?"

"The end of month… Alone," he added.

"Was it Potiphar?" She scuffed. In Daphne's mind, she thought it was her brother-in-law who wanted the dragon slayer in his ranks.

"What!? No… it has nothing to do with him." He waved his hands. "It has something to do with my family,"

Daphne nodded, he could feel that she was trying to keep her nerves down. She crossed her arms and leaned her back. Aw No! He was in trouble.

"I can't explain, please understand but I promise you, it's a good sign," he tried to reason with her. "It's something about a place, dimension or something. I don't even know what I will find there…"

Daphne drummed her fingers over her arm as she listened to Harry's debrief. Harry knew that gesture well. The demeanour of the ice Queen filled her aura. She was disturbed. "You rage over a silly little information I did not even hide from you, but it was some political strategy for a bright new age for all magical kinds and you here plotting for some character development adventure behind me, who is lying on who?"

He couldn't stare at her eyes, guilt consumed him.

She sighed, "For how long?"

"I don't know."

She gave him a long stare then finally smiled. He could feel mockery coming out of her lips at any moment. "Who else comes to know about this?"

Of course, she doesn't expect him to keep it to himself.

"Dumbledore...," he started to feel the air around him getting hotter or was it him. The hallway seemed to turn into an interrogation room. If he said Hermione one more time she would throw him off the balcony, a girl madness alert rang in his mind, making him prefer to delete that part.

"Not even Sirius?" His wife arched her brows at him then nodded, "Very well," she stood up and Harry saw her to her trunk.

'That's it!? No reaction at all! What was that supposed to mean!? ' Harry was panicking internally.

"Wait!" He grasped her turning to him, she was half bored. And he gulped. 'be a man, be a fucking brave man you fucking idiot!' his mind shouted.

"You're rather cruel, to drop your wife in this place and leave," she pointed out.

"I'm not! Who said I'm leaving you here! Well technically but… there is Remus, Sirius and Mrs Weasley. Kou will be here around and the order as well!" Harry explained, following behind like a lost puppy. As she went to the bathroom.

Harry's frustration deepened and held her face between his hands, " I didn't mean to… I-I," Harry looked into her eyes, apologetically. He was lost of words, of explanations.

He hid this long the truth, he couldn't tell her that he was Hecate's descendant. He can't ruin anything more than it was already ruined.

"It doesn't matter, I will manage, " She suddenly said, it only made him feel worse.

"Have you thought about even telling Sirius? The poor bloke's heart will be broken when he hears!" She chuckled.

Was she chuckling? She was supposed to be angry, to drop a wave of insults but she was chuckling. His alert rang again.

"I bet you with fifty gallons that he will punch you," she joked, "We need to ensure the availability of a portkey by that day and clothes and transfer some gallons into Egyptian money just in case. We have two weeks to that…'' She started mumbling to herself as she prepared the Bathtub.

And Harry had enough of that. He yanked her toward him by the arm. "Don't act like that!"

"Like what?" She replied, confused.

"Like this!" Harry frowned, "You're angry, insult me, punch me or say something...please!" His hold around her arm tightened and he forgot that she just got healed. Until she put her hand on top of his arm softly and glared at him...softly.

"I'm not mad... really. It was just a bit of news that's all…" she lifted her arm to his scarred cheek and ran her thumb at the new addition on his body.

"I should have told you earlier… Come on princess," he cried out, closing his eyes, shutting them tightly, only to feel the gentle and soft skin of hers on his. Her touch was soothing. In that darkness.

She pulled him into the bed and kneeled between his legs. "You should've… Anyway, I'm proud." She added.

To that. Harry opened his eyes, widely and stared at her with a gaped mouth. Confused, puzzled.

"What makes a man a master is his wife who always believes in him and who supports his decisions… My name is Daphne Potter, whatever is good for the Potter family, I will support it," She smiled. "Do you see your decision right?"

What has he done to have her in his life! "Princess..." he breathed into her hand.

"Do you see your decision right?"

"Yes."

"Then it's settled, I trust you…" she entangled her fingers with his, and caressed gently the back of his hand with her cheek, like a cat that needs to be caressed, " I don't say nice words usually but do you remember what I said I'm that church?"

Harry blinked at her question, of course, he remembered, he stayed dreaming about those words for weeks in this bloody room, "I'm yours,"

"I chose to follow you," she nuzzled. "Now, Granger is out of the picture, my duty to house Potter and my duty as the last pure-blood which has nothing to do with Vasilian family but it has with a future life, Don't mix the two again," she paused massaging her temple and stripped off her clothes, "now get out! It's my relaxing time," she shoved him away.

After they came to an understanding, Harry wished the headmaster to respect his wishes and that the remaining time in England would be spent in isolation from the world. In one of the Potter properties alone. He shared his trip plans with the Order leader, knowing him to be secretive. And only him that needs to learn about his plan. Suicidal idea but worth it.

It was the only thing he can do to her right now before Grimmauld Place became her prison. If it was the only solution to keep her safe, it doesn't matter.

If something that he learned from his stay in the high castle, keep your allies close and never make someone like Dumbledore an enemy.

Molly was frustrated about letting him free, she made a fuss, yet somehow changed her mind after talking with Daphne. And he wondered what the little witch said to the woman because right after it, the mother of the Weasleys said nothing.

The conclusion of that night, the agreement on having Daphne over and protected from Voldemort, but with one condition to keep the alliance between house Potter and Vasilian a secret that shall not be revealed. So in the end if someone asks, Iiiif someone asks, they will say that she sought asylum with them out of fear for her life from Voldemort, who coveted her power and prestige.

Back to the present day, February 12,

Harry changed his music. Changing Cassette, he went back to his usual spot and whistled the tunes of his unknown new songs and sang them as well.

Daphne finally joined him outside. Who was drawn to Harry's side by her instincts, sat next to him and sighed at the sudden realisation of something? Harry looked so peaceful when he was quiet. They were not alone for more than a week, the only good time they had, they shared it with silence. But here they had all the time they lost. It seemed like a shame to disturb him in his peaceful state, unlike the goofy boy he is.

"When it snowed in Scotland last December. How I wished that God would have mercy on his people in England and bring a merciful rain after that dry summer," she began.

"It was a rather cruel summer," Harry commented.

"It reminds me of Joseph," she smiled.

"?" Harry raised a brow, puzzled.

"Just a story of a man. A man who saved the people of Egypt from the years of drought," she mentioned Egypt. Daphne was prepared for his trip but was Harry prepared?

Speaking of the devil, he dropped his arm over her shoulder and pulled her to him, to warm her with his body and offered or handed her his mug. Despite everything she has been through and everyone she met, he remains the only one who seeks her well-being. His selfless desires.

"O source of my love, my soul from which I arose, if Eve was from Adam's rib, then I am nothing but a vessel that lives by your command, my soul is your soul, and my heart is your heart…" she said.

The husband lowered his gaze to her. When his wife was looking at him serenely, Her body posture, which was usually a stiff figure, turned into a tranquil figure. It was completely different from the other side of her. Because this person belonged to him.

"And I am nothing but a lunatic, of your love. A drowned sailor in the sea of your eyes that swallowed me in its hollow. So much so that looking at them makes me forget that I even exist." He answered and his nose touched her cheek. She gave a lively smile and tilted her head so it no longer touched.

Daphne smiled, "You're improving! What kind of music are you listening to now?"

He smiled and replied,

"Guns N roses. " he paused to grin. " This song is good. "

Harry decided to rewind the song backwards. Daphne laid her softback on the swing as well and fell silent. Then, Harry began to hum.

Daphne nodded and watched him sing again.

Harry paused and smiled at Daphne then put the headphones on her to listen, ogling at her expression. The peaceful one. He kissed the tip of her nose and said " That's it. ".

Daphne furrowed her eyebrows, puzzled. "That's what? " she asked, bewildered.

" It's like you.

Give me a whisper

And give me a sigh

Give me a kiss before you

Tell me goodbye

Don't you take it so hard now"

He leaned and kissed right behind her ear, pulling her into his lap. Daphne closed the gap between them, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaned down kissing him. Harry pulled her closer and put his arms around her waist. His tongue danced with hers and he couldn't get enough of her. She was intoxicating and addictive. She was like a drug that he wanted to trip on a little bit more. He ended up the kiss, and buried his nose in the crook of her neck. They sat that way for a while. Before he pulled away and stood, offering his hand to the lady.

They seemed like a lovely old couple. they fight then they make it up over and over. But they trust each other. When it comes to Harry, he doesn't look like a fifteen-year-old anymore, the past few months changed him, once Voldemort returned he grew one decade ahead of his own time.

The house looked small and cosy from the outside, but the interior looked much greater.

When he read the description about the house, it was perfect for just a couple and a place far away from the people and the outside world.

Thankfully Dumbledore approved of his stay and even helped him with casting wards. It was mentioned that the property was protected by charms but taking precautions were necessary in his case. Apparently, his grandparents loved to stay here on the weekends. Dobby and Winky cleaned it well.

The hall was just a small division with a shoe cabinet and a hanger. That introduces the person to the house. On the wall, a mirror showed Harry his own reflection.

By the left of the entrance, is an open area that shows the living room. The furniture was all covered with white sheets, making the main room where he was standing look like a painting of weird shapes.

There wasn't much of it still to delve into. Two rooms, one of them a bedroom, the other some sort of office or library, with a big shelf alone covering the back wall; one small bathroom with a Tubby Torre bathtub, All the features are there including wooden beams, an open fire, the slightly shabby country kitchen of his dreams, faded chintzes and that tiny, beautiful roll-top bath. It was a pretty country kitchen, with open shelves housing a collection of blue and white ceramics. There was a table thereof four, and there were cupboards all around the division, both next to the floor and on the walls. Pale blue wood, just like the windows.

He still remembers just like yesterday when he first arrived.

"Can I open my eyes now? I swear to you and your surprises, this won't seize my anger at you!" Daphne stubbornly snapped

"Patience, love. If you hate surprises don't do yours to the others,"

"Do I look like I care?" She raised a brow and Harry rolled his eyes, sometimes girls could overreact to anything.

"Fine, I will remove the blindfold, but you have to promise me to take it all in before you run inside. Appreciate the surprise."

Daphne huffed and unconsciously put her hands on her hips. "Of course, I will. Now let me see!"

And so the blindfold fluttered to the ground as her eyes darted to a small and lovely homely cottage before her. It was absolutely breathtaking.

She did not say anything for some time, that Harry himself waved his hand in front of her eyes, to make sure she was not frozen or something.

"What is this?" She asked, deadpanned.

Harry's excitement was completely ruined by her reaction.

"A house," he huffed, sarcastically.

"I could tell," she glanced around, hearing some noises. With her inability to use magic, she could not tell to whom it belonged.

"That's all?"

"What did you expect?"

"I don't know! some excitement for seeing your own house for the first time, like oh Harry! This is beautiful, or I loved it, my love!" Harry waved his hands in the air.

"I did not– wait for what?"

"Welcome home, Mrs Potter…" Harry smiled. It was a silly idea at the beginning when he got that thought but now that he saw her reaction, that absolutely needed to be done.

Daphne approached. She was still mad at him, that's why she was reacting that way. She gently ran her fingers across the smooth wood of the entrance.

"I was expecting some excitement, I worked hard for this and you ruined the surprise, fire witch," Harry commented.

Daphne smiled, then she decided to end his torment, her hands were thrown on Harry as she covered his face and showered him with kisses, "I *kiss absolutely *kiss fuckin*kiss love it!" she stepped in toward her new home. Still crying and laughing at the same time.

"A swing?" She noticed.

"I figured we would put it to good use," Harry whispered seductively and lightly rubbed my hip.

When Harry was about to enter through the door, Daphne cut him off.

"Wait! Enter with your right foot and pray that blessings come upon the house! " She huffed.

"Do you actually believe that!" Harry chuckled.

"Of course!" She exclaimed, her face completely reddened.

He shook his head and followed her order.

As they made it to the living room, Harry saw that their things were already there.

"Even our things are already here! " She turned to him with a raised brow and a smirk on her lips, "Now, Now Mr Potter, when did you get the time to plot all of this?" She crossed her hands and walked toward him and Harry laughed.

"I had time to think of it. It also seemed to me that this place was the best of the forty-seven real estate properties of our family, any objections?"

"Not at all my lord!" She laughed.

They continued to walk around the house.

What Harry liked most about this house was. The location: West England. Cotswolds.

Cottages come into their own in winter, and seeing Daphne occupying the space in her inimitable style certainly adds something to its desirability.

While she found her place in the kitchen behind the table, Harry found himself wearing an apron and making dinner. What a weird couple they were

"Harry?"

He hummed a reply.

"Did you realise that you're growing a beard?"

Harry chuckled weirdly, "what!?"

Daphne chuckled at his reaction," I just noticed in the daylight, my sweetie is turning into a man!"

Harry stopped in his movements for a moment and turned to her with a hunting and dark eyes, a dangerous and threatening glare, "I… am... a man," he hissed.

Daphne's laughter went louder, "of course you are! But you're turning into a one, how cute!" She pawned like she just saw a cute baby and Harry's cheeks went red to his ears.

"Keep saying this and you will not have dinner."

"Hmmm…" It was just a stream of easy talk.

Harry was cooking some of the food, while Daphne sat sulking curled up in her chair, looking at him.

And off to work, he goes. He cooked with what the available ingredients in the house were. He made some steak, eggs and mashed potatoes. To Daphne's delight, as the food had given them a moment to forget the chaos they have experienced lately. Just a piece of peace.

When he noticed her long silence he turned to her only to notice her working in her parchment. He approached lightly and sneaked behind her. And in a fast and light move, he snatched the parchment from her, "well, well what do we have here?"

"Harry! Give it back!" She flushed. Running after him.

"Tut tut, let me see clearly," he hummed.

"Stop, don't look!" A small tint of blush covered her cheeks.

"Is Princess hiding somet–" Harry's words were stuck in his throat when he saw the content.

He does a double-take. Daphne Potter? Hadn't she officially become one several months ago? He gleefully looks at the repeated name on the parchment over and over, she was training on a signature, a stupid, impossible, yet oddly addicting hope rising within his heart.

When he glanced down at her, he couldn't but flush and unguarded as she yanked the paper from his hand. "Are you happy now?"

Whether it made her smile or not, it certainly made him smile, the sort of intoxicating, idiotic smile that only he could quite pull off. He pushed a few strands of blonde hair from her face, his grin being replaced with a softer smile. He really didn't want to chicken out. Thus far, the idea of marriage was more like just a night of exchanging vows that gave him a chance to meet and have this young girl as a partner by his side in his darkest hour just like in his happy hour, the one person that can handle him in his bad and good tamper, he forgets that he is no longer the last surviving Potter. Here right in front of him stands another person that carries his name and soon… his eyes darted to her stomach, someone else.

Their future. The idea of not being alone anymore and having his own family.

Harry leaned down and whispered breathily into her ear. "Wishful thinking, Princess? Hardly." He smirked as her breath hitched in her throat, and pressed his lips to her throat. She whimpered, just slightly, and he wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her ever closer to him. She smells like lilacs today. Yummy. Nonetheless, she quickly recovered herself and gave him a scolding glance, punching him –but not hard- in the arm.

Daphne, on the other hand, was in the deepest hole of embarrassment. He caught her in her weak and girly moment. She would look like those dreamy teenage girls that write the names of their crushes in their diaries. How silly of her! She scoffed at herself. Not A second later, Daphne felt his hand on the small of her back and the warmth of his body to her side. She stiffened, her hands stopping their motion in the soapy water.

"You shouldn't punish a man for marking his signature on what is his. A man who's already having a difficult time not taking you right here … against the sink … or on the counter … or bent over the table ..." he spoke slowly into her ear as he moved to stand directly behind her and rested a hand on each side of her waist.

He stepped closer until she could feel him pressed against her back, then bent his head down to lick the base of her neck.

Unconsciously, Daphne tilted her head to the side to give him better access, and he took advantage, dragging his tongue up her neck to her ear, stopping to place an open-mouthed kiss every now and then while pulling her closer to his body.

She couldn't stop the small moan from escaping her mouth as one of his hands drifted from its place at her side around to her stomach and then lower until it was just above the space between her legs. At the same time, his other hand trailed up to her breast and cupped it gently. She could feel his growing erection against her lower back, and it only made her hotter.

"Ha- … not here," she said quietly, breathy with desire. How he could always seem to do this to her … reduce her to mush … she suspected she would never know.

... But she did know that this was the house that she shared with him, with no outsider.

"No," he breathed, turning his attention to the stove and with a flick of his wand he turned off the heat.

"My dinner is already served," he pulled her to him and stole her breath with a harsh and strong, passionate and dominant kiss. He swirled his tongue around hers in response, then tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth, her eagerness increasing his need exponentially. "Dammit, Daph …" he growled into her mouth. "I want you now …" He kissed her almost harshly. "I want to watch you struggle to keep quiet while I make you wet for me …" He groaned at the thought and melded their lips together again. "I want to see how difficult it is for you not to cry out when I make you come with my cock deep inside you …"

Daphne inhaled sharply at the heat his dirty words sent burning through her body. Since he became so open with these kinds of words, sure it was bizarre the few times he whispered those things to her, just as it felt weird and daring from her to say them out loud. But hell how she liked them coming out of his mouth and with that so fucking sexy and husky voice.

She couldn't breathe. His words, his voice, his hands … he was driving her crazy with need. She wanted him too much.

"Harry …" she moaned against his lips, then tore her mouth from his, cupping his jaw tightly with her fingers to make him stop for a moment and stare straight at her, "Never show this side and voice to anyone but me, do you clearly understand that?" She hissed at him. Letting her other hands slip down between them. When he felt her palm on his length,

Harry dropped his head to her shoulder, his breath coming out in pants against her collarbone.

"Princess wants, Princess gets …"

And then she began stroking him through his pants. Gripping her hips roughly with both hands, he lifted his head and let it fall back, eyes closing.

"Fuck …" he hissed. Her touch … her fingers pressing down on him, venturing ever lower …

When she cupped him at the same time that her teeth nipped his neck, he was done.

He took his hands from her hips and wrapped them around her back, holding her closer. He took the light fabric of Daphne's dress and tore it down the middle. She stood, shocked as her dress was ripped nearly free of her.

"For real?" she asked breathily but didn't stop her mouth from drifting up to his ear, her tongue reaching out to lick his neck along the way, as she continued to push her hand against him. His voice gravelly with desire. "I'm going to make you come now …"

One hand on her stomach, Harry let the other travel up between her breasts and over her neck to tilt her head backwards until it was resting on his collarbone, then leaned his head down to suck just below the corner of her jaw.

He shoved her hard. And took the edge of her dress from behind her and ripped it free, tearing the garment completely off her. She was left in nothing but her panties, totally naked otherwise.

He eyed his wife's body with a leer. She was beautiful. "Shit …" she moaned, raising an arm to hold his head closer to her. "The lion is out of his hideout,"

"Mm," he concurred, the hand on her jaw and rolled one of her nipples between his fingers. He was rewarded for his efforts with a groan and a tug on his hair.

And so, when his hand was not on her breast, she didn't stop him - she helped him. And when he bent her over the table, running a hand down her spine and off her back to his own pants, she didn't protest - she spread her legs just a little wider. And when he rubbed himself against her clit, all she did was clutch unconsciously on the table and feel herself grow wetter in anticipation.

Harry was rock hard. She was ready for him … ready and willing - more than willing, and he wanted to draw this moment out, wanted to bring her to orgasm at least once before entering her.

So he stroked the head of his cock against her clit one more time, then slammed into her.

"Oh … shit …" Daphne's eyes squeezed shut and her fists tightened as Harry thrust roughly into her …

"Yes …" she breathed as he pulled out, only to drive himself into her again just as harshly. "Oh god … Yes … "

"Fuck, Daph …" he growled, his eyes sliding closed as he moved faster, harder, spurred on by every gasp, every moan that left her lips.

On her elbows, Daphne struggled to keep pressing back into him, fighting the impact of his thrusts pushing her into the table so he would continue to hit that place inside her that would make her come ...

Just when she thought she would have to give in, the pleasure too intense for her to maintain control any longer, his hands were digging into her hips and holding her in place as he began truly pounding into her.

She couldn't help but cry out … it felt like he had gotten even bigger, even harder, was reaching even deeper, and she knew she wasn't going to last much longer.

The sound of her voice, the cry that he had forced from her with his cock, was so damn hot, he almost came. As it was, she had his grip tightening while he suppressed a loud groan of his own and made himself speak instead.

"Mm-mm, Da-ph-ne …" he tsked, his breathing ragged as he continued to drive into her. "Have to stay …"

He slammed his hips into her especially hard.

Another sharp jolt.

Another rough jerk.

On some level, with its punctuating thrusts - should have freaked her out … because this time it felt different, she was submitting, and he was the omega in the circle of their copulating.

She loved it, this crazy mad and wide shagging. It had her desperately reining in more cries, more moans, as she drew nearer to orgasm. His harsh breathing and clenching fingers only made it more difficult to stop herself from voicing her pleasure.

"Har …" she panted, feeling her inner muscles begin to contract around him.

"Yes, Love?" he bit out, never slowing his pace.

That low tone …

"Don't stop …" she whispered.

"... I won't," he promised, his words close to a groan. "I won't stop …"

"Yes …" She was so close … that feeling … just …

His deep voice was her undoing. "Come for me, my wife …" he growled, and she could hear the sounds of their lovemaking as he somehow drove into her even faster and she tumbled over the edge.

She cut off a shout as she finally came around him, and the almost-sound was sexier than he had imagined it would be.

"Daph … god -" He felt the first spurt of his orgasm shoot into her.

He stopped the movement of his hips, holding himself deep inside her as his cock continued to fill her with his cum.

"Fuck …" he groaned. "You're …"

Still pulsing, he reached his hand over her shoulder and pulled her up against his chest.

"You're incredible …" he said darkly into her ear, then turned her head to draw her into a kiss.

Daphne thought her heart would burst as he kissed her, his right hand on her jaw, keeping her face toward his, while his left arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close to him. She could feel him still twitching inside her, her walls responding in kind, and she raised her own right hand to his cheek and tried not to fall apart.

Out of air, Harry broke the kiss and let his hand fall from her jaw to hug her chest. Her head dropped back onto his collarbone as she tried to catch her breath too. He was beginning to feel overwhelmed by how much he loved her, and his grip tightened around her.

"So, hungry?" he asked, his thumb tracing her side. Kissing her forehead.

All Daphne could do was laugh. She sighed and placed a kiss on his jaw. "And thirsty."

While he could in a flick of his wand, prepare everything, he preferred the muggle way more, besides he should be more caring with Daphne's inability of using magic. Harry stood handing her his shirt, naked as the day he was born and decided to finish making dinner while Daphne just stayed on the floor, her back resting against the counter humming, while playing with her hair.

"You will get sick if you stay like this," she told him, still sleepy from sex.

"Don't you like the view?" He frowned at her.

Daphne gave a half glance at his arse and smirked, "well I'm going to miss your arse for sure, but can you cover it at least while you cook,"

"Wow, you're going to miss my arse, now I'm flattered," he laughed. And handed her a glass of water. "My will to you in my absence: do not neglect your medications. promise me.."

"Do you have to make it difficult?" She said, accepting the glass.

"I need to make sure that you will take it," he pulled on his boxers and turned to the counter.

His eyes were not on the dish that he was preparing anymore… "I did that...did I ?" She started to shake.

Harry followed her gaze to his abdomen, there was a slight scar of scratches on his left.

Fuck his luck, she didn't see that. He rather forgot about it in the first place.

Yan Lin was busy with the others, she didn't notice his wound, not like he showed it off or something, he used one of the healing paste. It cleaned the wound but not closed it.

When he meddled between Daphne and Argai, her sharp nails scratched his side and by the heat of the act and moment, he didn't feel it until later that day. The frown on her face shook him and jumped next to her in bed.

"It's fine, it was not that big either! You just lost control, "

"I was in control!" She hissed.

"Love, you were not,"

"What are you accusing me of?"

"Daphne. You're tired, your brain is tired, you better get back to the medications," he sighed, tiredly.

"Get out!" She hissed under her breath. Wrapping her naked body with the sheet. Harry didn't like to be pushed out of this. In case she forgot, she's his responsibility now.

"Daphne...listen…LISTEN!"

She stopped and looked up at him, Harry shook his head and took a deep breath, "you lost it for a second and you're denying the act! It's okay, I feel your pain my girl. But you need to–" He told her, his voice soothing and full of worry.

"Please, don't force me back to drugs, I don't want to be that girl again!" Daphne begged him. She let a few tears come down, but she blinked back the rest as best as she could.

Harry held her closer. "You need to tell me. It's not safe to keep it all bottled up."

"You wouldn't understand."

"We have no other choice, she has been tormenting you for weeks, you have to take them again! We don't want people to think wrongly! "

"I'm not crazy!"

"No one said you are!"

"Go to hell!" She shouted without forgetting to slap him.

Their conflict ended with her turning her back to him and hiding her face under the covers.

But the rest was part of the past now, he convinced her in the end.

Meanwhile Daphne stared at his back And bit her lips as she heard him, she was having overlapping thoughts. And it was crashing her mind a lot. Because of that quarrel she hasn't slept that night, She was hurt by the stare he gave her thst night, the look of pity and worry. She doesn't want to be a bother never less… weak again! The old strong confident Daphne who played with dragons and knights, with swords and wands was resurrected. If she goes back to the treatment, she will…

Nothing in the world could possibly heal her more than Harry's existence! If he saw it right?

'You're delusional!' she screamed in her head.

'You injured him back then, you could do worse in the future,' her mind reasoned.

She heard the thunder outside the cottage and it was like a lightning to her heart, it was a frightening feeling. A bad sign. The room definitely felt smaller.

And that only brought back to her memory that awful news she had received previously that week.

She needs a way out of this problem, Harry won't accept no as an answer, if she was stubborn, his's was far doubles.

The counterpart of using Lilith's magic and powers awakened a strange feeling in her, the upper hand. She will need to find a way out without breaking the curse. Something to end Lilith's tyranny in her mind with no need of medics. To destroy her for good.

Her heart was squeezing just by the idea, and it didn't hurt her that much. Pain is not a stranger. Why the surprise… she chuckled.

She remembered an old song the men used to sing in the barracks. The words said as far as her memories recalled, «Whatever I've done, it doesn't work, but this misfortune shall end. I planned to create a home of solitude, but I've not found the one who will share the pleasure of it with me…»

Those words were meaningless back then, but now. Time brought her here and she will be patient and she had Harry to share the solitude with.

"Damnit ..." she cursed.

Harry stayed quiet for some time. Letting her speak out her mind. "You were right, I lost it for a second, I don't know how… it happened but it did, I felt her awake and taking over my body…I– She was hungry and I was angry, I wanted to punish them all and she encouraged that feeling." She explained. "Then I smelled blood, real blood and I..." she sighed.

"See, I know when you lie and when you're honest," he hummed.

"Because I don't…want to lose you, you saw me–her!" she snapped, "I can't help but lie even to you."

"We agreed not to talk about that Daph," he hissed, cutting the vegetables harshly with the knife.

"Admit it Harry, Remus was right, you can't side with me in this, no one can!"

"I know that feeling more than anyone Daphne," he tilted his head and stared at the roof.

Daphne was ashamed after listening to that, no one knows that feeling more than Harry.

Daphne was stuck. She had a purpose to fulfill in this world and Harry was her only family. The only highlight to her life these days was Harry and he was leaving soon. Hardly any friends to speak of.

If she was feeling guilty, then it was because she couldn't help the sense that anyone who bothered to ask would think her a disappointment.

"What's the point of trust if we lie?" He glanced finally at her.

She bit her lip, "It will only wound up our relationship instead of strengthen it,"

"Exactly," Harry gaped, "I don't want our families to ruin our future and I don't want any demons or lords either, "

"I won't let Lilith ruin us," she smiled towards him.

"So I will consider that you accepted taking med?"

Daphne laughed, "Sometimes you're a dense or acting like one, either way, the answer is yes,"

Harry wooed and handed her a plate, Sitting next to her on the floor.

"Your insecurity about your body and hiding all the scars with glamours, now that's a problem that needs to be solved," he said as he ate.

Now to that Daphne was speechless with an ill mannered gaped mouth at him.

He moaned at the taste of juicy meat before he stopped when their eyes met, "do you think I'm that fucking stupid not to realize that my wife actually hids that from me!"

He finally let it out! Daphne was speechless, at his words.

He denied how much it killed him as he saw her vomiting her blood during her healing sessions.

Or the times when he saw Yan Lin change her bandages, the bloody cuts and bruises. Some were old, some he did know from their days as they trained together, some when they saw each other fully. Unclothed.

There were old faded light scars on her back. He never asked and she never talked. If he does, her pride will be wounded and she was a woman of honour and pride.

"No woman likes to have scars on her body…" she broke the silence as a matter of fact, "And why didn't you tell? You let me all away troubling Kou by hiding them!?"

"I thought you wanted to look great at the party!"

She chuckled before she replied, "I wanted to look great for you!"

"Here we go again," he sighed, "Sometimes your rather dramatic,"

"I'm not!" She gasped. "Is it a crime not wanting you to worry,"

"Yes!" He chuckled and silenced her by devouring her lips in a hot and rushed kiss. "Are we actually fighting over this?"

For the second time, his words forced her to stop eating and stare at him. Daphne had an inkling, certainly. He did risk everything to keep her safe. But it was one thing to have a vague idea inside her head about how he felt about her, and another altogether to hear him say it aloud, so casually and straightforwardly.

It's not a big deal, she told herself. But somehow, those words didn't sound convincing to her at all.

"Kou's magic is different. I can't remove the layers he did on you. Order him to undo it…" he said as he pushed her hair and leaned down to meet her face, foreheads touching.

Not long after that he felt her head fall lightly on his shoulder, so in a bridal style he lifted her and took her to the bed.

He stayed awake after that and went through his stuff, looking at the sword and the grimoire on the other hand.

February 14, 1996

"Now try the A string," Daphne instructed. "Stop putting so much pressure on it though; you look like you want to cave it in."

"I suppose it's a bit more delicate than I assumed," Harry grinned, making the adjustment. And Daphne rolled his eyes.

"To the tip. Yes, like that. Now back to the frog."

The sound produced was wobbly at best, but Harry tried to reason with Daphne that it wasn't for him to play on an instrument, his hands were rough.

"A few more times," She instructed and laughed. Something in the sound made him pause after the fourth time. "Wait." She moved behind him and gently touched his hand

Teaching Harry to play the violin was something Daphne had never pictured herself doing. But here they were in the living room of their cottage. Daphne's hands on his waist and under his arm positioning him so he could properly hold the instrument. Harry's fingers trembling on the bow when she leant forwards, indulgently placing kisses on the temptingly bare neck in front of her.

"Now play…" she whispered to his ear.

"This is your brother's violin. I don't wanna break it." He fiddled with the peg a few times and handed it back to her.

"Silly, I want to hear you play, you promised to do whatever I want in this little vacation… just feel the heart of the strings..." Giving him a sad look. It took a few minutes before he gave in. A small chuckle resonating in her chest when Harry whispered often and harshly that it was unfair of her to tease him like that while he tried to concentrate.

She surrendered and returned to her place on the sofa, The first screeching notes brought back memories of her own musical debut. Learning music with her brother under supervision of her mother.

Daphne looked out a window and gazed at the forest that surrounded the cottage.

"Gently." She pointed.

Eyes closed, peaceful smile on her lips. Daphne wanted that, no needed it. It looked like while Eros was wrapped in the music the world could just fade away. Daphne longed for such peaceful days, longed for the talent he brother had. She could sing, she could fight, write but couldn't play like brother, he was an expert and professional player.

Eros had been a very patient teacher and also a very good one.

She couldn't imagine teaching anyone other than Harry. She wanted to share everything with this man. She couldn't help but wonder if this was how her brother had felt when Daphne had managed her first proper sound from the violin? Had he felt this proud of her when she'd been able to play through a song with no faults? Would Eros be proud of her now? Proud that she had managed to maintain a relationship with Harry? Would he be happy his lessons were being passed on?

She shook her head, shrugging away any stupid, hideous tear and clapped. "That was excellent!"

Harry also had his own share of memories, remembering the hours he had spent hiding in the elementary school while hearing the music room soaking in the melodies. Harry never had a chance to play, afraid of Petunia and Vernon's reaction. If Dudley saw and told them. They would never let him out of the house again. He used to hide away or give himself some pathetic excuse so he won't play on the instrument, even though he desired to. the 'freak' didn't deserve happiness. Happiness was rewarded to normal people like Dudley. Harry scoffed at that silly boy he used to be.

"It is settled," Daphne broke the enchanted scene. "It belongs to you now,"

February 16, 1996

They have been walking through the forest since dawn, fresh air cleaning the daze of their shagging.

The new disowned princess stilled for a moment, eyes closed, taking it all in, all her senses wide open to any and every sensation she could pick up on. A smile graced her features as she heard the gentle rustle of the wind in the tree lines, the birds chirping and singing words never to be understood but that she relished with all her might. She took a deep breath, her nose and mind suddenly filled with delicious perfumes she had slowly learned to identify and recognise. The world gently came to a halt as she took another breath.

Wet earth, decomposing leaves wafted past her nose, the light breeze gliding on her skin with the gentlest of touch, with no magic it was not the same as it was with it, at least back then she was capable of recognizing her surroundings easily. This time was different, she was not long bedridden like four years ago, she was not mentally ill either. It was like a small vacation of her body from magic.

It was her first walk outside the house or anywhere fairly. She volunteered to join him in his morning run for two things: hanging out with her husband and restoring her energy.

"...Lemon cakes in summer and baklava as a dessert with black tea in winter. With no pistachios, Stuffed with almonds instead. Dancing alone secretly. Into multiculturalism. Detest the orange colour like it's the ugliest thing in existence… not talking straight away after waking up and at least 30 minutes after that, that's why you show up earlier at the great hall, you prefer black coffee in the morning or you won't have a good day, and I'm the only exception to that!" Harry said proudly. Pinching his nose, victoriously.

They were playing that game about reading each other's unconscious habits, the things they don't even notice they do.

"My turn, as you see my husband tends to love chocolate but he hates to eat more than one slice of it so he won't spoil the good taste of it on him. Adores Treacle Tart. He's kind of a maniac when it comes to arraying a place, and he doesn't even notice his habit sometimes. Still learning to be a good drinking lad. He's into expelliarmus. Quidditch is his holy spirit for sure and prefers playing it on stormy days for the challenge. Hate Divination because he sees that nothing can predict what may not have happened yet. Hate lies especially when it involves you. Hate even to lie to someone because they are not like you. Prefers English breakfast and hates beans, like they are the most poisonous thing in the world. He liked Fleur DeLaCour but because of Ron he just let go of it. He actually enjoys walking and being isolated because it helps his thinking. He doesn't hate Draco Malfoy but pities him. Grows are attached to objects and keep them although they're broken and seemingly useless. Don't give much attention to his looks and actually not stupid but lazy. Depends more on Granger even though he knows answers, and worse than a cat when it comes to curiosity, and has a hero complex but when it comes to girls... He doesn't appreciate himself and thinks that his opinion doesn't matter so he stays quiet, Quick to anger and yet has become noticeably controlling his nerves, So who am I to argue," She tattled with a smug look. Now it was his turn to be stunned.

"Well… I'm impressed," he said, " how the hell did you know about Fleur, I don't even know about yours?"

"I will pass that,"

"Are you scared or embarrassed, Potter?"

"You won't like the answer,"

"Try me,"

"I had many many… many crushes, I can shorten it to five,"

"I'm all ears to you,"

"My brother…" Harry gave an odd look, "I envied his girlfriends, second is much funnier...Snape,"

"What the fuck!"

"Hahaha, he has that charisma that he doesn't give a shit about anyone which he is. Tracey's older brother he's the sweetest man I've met, and I think I liked her dad as well, last one is the weirdest of all… George Weasley!"

"WHAT!?"

"I had a thing too bad and older guys in general,"

"And you ended up with a man younger seven months than you but What the fuck!"

"I think it's a divine punishment," she laughed.

"George?"

"He is funny to be fair, and he has his own charm,"

"..."

"I will obliviate myself," Harry groaned.

"Oh! My dear husband is jealous, come here," she kissed his cheek. The latter shrugged her off, a little bit pissed.

A cloud of silence descended upon them, and they kept walking without any talk.

"Not many days left already," Harry murmured. Mostly to himself.

"...You need to tell Sirius,"

"It will only make it harder for me, please,"

"Do you miss school?"

"Will that make any difference," he shrugged.

Daphne looked at him in a way that, saying nothing, made him feel like she was trying to comfort him somehow. Her ice eyes didn't feel as mysterious as they usually were, even when the rest of her features remained still. Harry was now realizing how embarrassing it was to admit his feelings about his friends and felt his cheeks burn up. Ron's laughter, the twin's messing with Hermione and her curly hair, Ginny's playfulness and Neville's philosophy about herbs. Even Luna. All his friends. He didn't even say goodbye to them.

"But I don't mind. It's for the best I guess," he added, "And I don't think they should get involved in the upcoming storms, they don't need to lose anything for anyone."

Ready to change the subject, he almost missed something incredible: for a brief second, she had smiled. Maybe it was his chuckle that was contagious, or she found his words funny, but it was a win he was happy to take.

"By the–" Harry's words were swallowed when, Unfortunately, no one warned him that he was currently standing on a patch of slippery mud. He found out soon enough though, as Daphne tackled him lightly and his feet immediately flew out from underneath him. He landed with a huff in the puddle of mud, Instead of helping him out, his wife burst out laughing in his face at his fall.

"Oh! Are you okay?" Daphne sat above him, eyes wide. Harry tried not to think about her hands pinning his shoulders down or his hands at her waist. She sat up, away from him, hands flying up into the air, waving in panicky motions.

"I didn't mean to tackle that hard! But this brings back memories,"

"Why do I even love you?"

Daphne's mouth slowly shut, all worry has gone as her eyes turned back to Harry's, burning with playful fury.

Uh oh.

"Must be my wonderful personality," Daphne gave a wicked smirk that was quickly swallowed by his lips. The kiss he gave her demanded much, forcing her mouth open and her head back. Harry pulled away roughly from the blonde's lips, grinning malevolently as his hands finally let go to drop to her hips, "I'd say it's more than that."

She snorted more laughter, "That I have the best legs in Hogwarts?"

"You wish," the boy who lived muttered, "But you do have a nice arse."

His point was well made by groping the firm posterior he referred to. Daphne jumped in his grasp. Whether Harry was joking or not on her assets didn't matter at the moment to Ms Potter.

"Better than your dick." She arched her brow and rolled off of him, out of his reach

Now it was his turn to lose his smile. He quickly sat up, dislodging himself from the mud he was pressed down in and pushed to his feet, stepping closer to her.

Harry's hands quickly found their own handfuls of slime, grabbing at her wrists and sliding up towards her shoulders, kissing her. Before woof… Daphne shrieked, He burst out laughing at the way she was staring at her own arms, which hung out in front of her, dripping black gunk. It was her turn to be down there.

"You!" She pointed at him.

February 16, 1996

When he married, he never realized just how many different mornings he would wake up to.

Before, he knew three basics:

Waking up alone.

Waking up to his cousins shouting at him.

And waking up to Ron or he'd be late to school.

Post marriage, he found that every time he woke, there was something different to happen. For Daphne could never settle with just a simple good morning kiss every day. No, she was a fighting pillar, how many times did he sleep beside her to discover the hardness of waking the sleeping beauty. She dominated the bed in her sleep.

And he discovered the warmth of bed with her, curled around him, clinging for life in him.

February 19, 1996

Daphne suggested for them to visit Burford, which surprised him endlessly. He obliged her request. And so here he is… Shopping.

"What do you think?" Daphne asked a few minutes later, shoving a couple of make-up palettes under Harry's nose, "Blue or green?"

"How should I know, Daphne?" Harry demanded. "I'm a bloke! We're not supposed to figure these things out! That's a woman's job."

The long hard stare he received was like a knife to his chest. "Blue," Harry gave up, defeated.

"Thank you. Now lipsticks!"

"Augh!" This was a nightmare. They have been here for hours.

She went to pay. Honestly, what was the point of buying them, girls! She was beautiful without them.

And, in the back of the store, a female sales clerk looked on at the pair, shaking her head knowingly. "Young love," sighed the man.

Daphne was not satisfied and decided to visit every shop around the village. Dragging him behind her. She was happy for some reason.

'What makes her happy makes you happy,' his mind slapped him.

He walked over to a rack with clothes hanging on it. He picked up one of the hangers and observed the shirt hanging on it. It was white with black lettering. "Hey, Daphne," Harry called. "What about this one?"

Daphne looked the shirt up and down. "That's a good pick. What I want you to do is pick out three or four shirts and pants."

"Should I?" Harry started to sweat. She trusted him to know what he should and what he shouldn't buy? Whatever she wanted him to do.

Harry searched the store up and down, left and right. In the end, four shirts and four pants hung over his arms. He exchanged some money in the bank so he could use it but it isn't a bit too much, they have been shopping for some time. This girl will get him broke before he notices. Didn't she have some kind of debt and recently she spent a lot of money.

"How was it?" Daphne asked with a smile.

"Fine."

"Do they fit okay?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to get them?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Sure."

They walked to the front of the store to check out. Harry stared at her skirt and wondered how Daphne would look if she wore jeans? The boy sitting at the register had been staring at Daphne ever since he walked in. Who wouldn't stare at someone with that beauty and long light blonde hair? She was elegant without noticing.

As they paid for their clothes. Harry saw the boy stare at Daphne who wore jeans with a leather jacket and high ponytail.

"What're you looking at," demanded the boy who lived. He handed the boy the clothes and wrapped his arm around her waist. He knows that she hates public affection but with the glares, the boy did at her, he won't let it pass alright. After ringing them up, Daphne reached into her purse and brought out her change purse. She motioned for him to grab the bags with the clothes while she paid the boy. After paying the store, they walked out.

"Love?"

She hummed answering him.

"Have you ever thought about muggle clothes for you?"

"What's wrong with my clothes?"

" Nothing at all! But I, why don't you buy clothes,"

"But I have,"

Harry sighed, "Long dresses and skirts make you look like a mythical princess, I dare you to wear casual now, amaze me!"

Daphne blinked at him then smirked, "Challenge accepted," she yanked him from his collar and pushed him into the next clothing shop.

"Potter, would you just come out already?" Harry yelled into the private dressing room as he sat on one of the lounge chairs.

"Merlin, it can't be that bad." Daphne had flung the curtains open. "Well, I Look like a …harlot!"

" I don't think that's even remotely pos…" he paused as she approached him. The outfit was leather pants and jackets, with a v neck shirt under it.

She smirked when he said nothing more than gaped.

"Honey you don't wear that to sleep you wear that for others… purposes." The woman said as she winked. "Here's some undergarments for you to try too." Then walked out again after placing the garments in Daphne's dressing room.

She wrapped her hair in a ponytail, Harry laughed while she surprised him, giving him a silly dance.

"Next!" He shouted.

The next outfit was much more hideous. A heathery shirt with a black skirt.

"Excuse me Madame," when the woman shouted a death glare, Harry corrected himself," Miss, can you play some exciting song,please? There is a fashion show running down here!" Harry laughed.

The next outfit was a Neon windbreaker. "No,no… Augh …absolutely not,you look like a baby!" he yawned to the pillow, "Next!"

"Yes, you have curves, dear. You must show them off!" The woman said as she passed by.

Harry and Daphne shared a wide glance and the two laughed before she went back to change.

"Try to show it off when you have scars all across them," Daphne commented.

Daphne opened the curtain wearing a long fur coat. The dirtiest, most impossible smirk spread across her face as she stared right into his eyes and hiked the skirt of her dress up. She reached underneath, and Harry nearly had a stroke as her fingers reemerged grasping the strap of her knickers.

"Wh—" He swallowed so loudly, he could feel his ears ringing. "What are you doing?"

Her smirk intensified as she dropped her knickers and kicked them behind her.

Harry jumped out of his place. And looked around if anyone started thankfully none, he pushed her inside the room, closing the curtains behind him "Absolutely not!"

"So, is it too daring?"

He seemed to come to life in an instant, lunging at her, grabbing her by the waist, and smashing his lips down on hers in a bruising kiss.

A low whine of disbelieving satisfaction reverberated from his throat. He tasted her triumphant grin and stifled her giggle by deepening the kiss. He opened his mouth, motioning for her to do the same. She tasted like Earl Grey with a hint of honey. Her tongue was smooth and cool as he twined his own around it.

The vibrations of those sounds skipped across their joined lips.

His hands roamed wildly all over her, diving into her hair, skimming up her spine, cupping and squeezing that pert, obscene little arse he longed to sink his teeth into. He pulled the fabric of the dress down over her shoulder, trapping it underneath a bra-clad breast.

And then she did something that had his cock weeping in his trousers. She grabbed the hand that wasn't currently pebbling her nipple through her bra and slipped it down her body and under the hem of her dress.

"Take it, if you want it so bad," she whispered into his lips, never ceasing contact.

He bit her bottom lip as his fingers caressed the silky skin of her inner thighs, all the way up to the hot, wet center of Paradise that was pussy. Merlin, she was wet. He could hardly believe that this was all for him as he sank a finger into that heat.

Harry pulled away and cast a silencio over the cabinet.

She moaned against his mouth as he pumped away, establishing a rhythm that had her grasping at his shirt. "Don't stop," she ordered with ragged breath.

He wouldn't dare. Another finger sank into her cunt, causing her to throw her head back and keen indecently in a lovely moan that sent shockwaves through his cock. With her head tossed back, her breast almost fully escaped the confines of her bra. Harry took the newly exposed flesh as an offering and ran his tongue over her neck, her collarbone, and finally locked his lips around her nipple.

Her moans reached new heights of choppy, almost soprano-like musicality. Harry knew she was close. "Oh, Merlin, please, yes," he said, to himself more than anyone. Any moment now, she was going to come all over his—"

Daphne felt warm fingers wrapped around her hand. She turned to her left and was ready to jerk her hand away.

"Wha-"

"Don't get lost," he chided as he tightened his hold on her hand.

Daphne flushed, though she wasn't sure if it was because of what he said, or because of their joined hands. She hates any physical public affection.

This was different.

"I'm not...lost," she protested half-heartedly.

A spark of amusement danced in his eyes. "Come on."

Together, they braved through the crowd, hands joined. She was torn between pulling her hands away and letting things be. Just the mere fact of who they both were should be enough to spoil any tender, innocent moment that they might share.

Harry felt Daphne stopping and something distracting and stealing her attention, his eyes darted to where her eyes stared.

A beauty salon?

"You want to go there?"

She nodded at him, "But you will get bored, nevermind I will ask for Dobby or Winky's help…"

"Wait, go there and I will wait you in that cafe next door," he smiled, taking the bags from her and shoving her inside the coiffeuse.

He ordered a coffee and waited. He never had this kind of experience so he wondered what to do. So he sat and waited...

A rattle at the door brought Harry out of his thoughts and he glanced up; thankfully soon enough so that he wasn't wearing out the floor in their living room. Daphne walked inside and he saw that any words he had to say died in his throat.

Daphne smiled at him. "I didn't take long?"

Harry remained frozen on the spot, his eyes wide and mouth were hung open in shock. His wife kept trying to smile at him, but after a moment her mouth turned into a frown and her eyes moved down to the floor. Then back at him.

Her hair. Her long, gorgeous, beautiful hair was gone.

"Wha . . .What happened?" he finally stuttered out. He moved his chair and pulled her in for a hug; his fingers delicately running through the short strands. The length of the hair is still the shoulders.

"The hairdresser called it a shaggy bob,"

Harry pulled back to look her in the eye, "why would you do that?!"

Daphne's brows frowned but nodded, "my hair always gets on my way. I know it looks different and I was a little sad at first when they started cutting my hair, but looking at the big picture right now, I feel fresh!"

Harry ran his fingers through her short locks. She was really aiming to let go of everything, her past, her terrors, and start over, she was healing. He faced everyone for her, he fought for her, he believed in her.

Daphne saw slight wetness and took a step back to see that Harry was shedding a few tears.

"H-? Honey, what's wrong?" Daphne felt weird looking around, a man crying now that was weird.

As Daphne brushed her hand against his cheek to catch the tears, Harry leaned into her touch and smiled the biggest smile he could, "Nothing's wrong. I'm just so happy... You look fantastic."

"And you call me drama queen," Smiling back, Daphne brushed his tears away and pulled her husband in for a tender kiss.

"I already ordered, shall we?" He said.

February 22, 1996

Harry was five years old again and he was with big D playing outside.

"It's just a ball, catch it!" A Voice said.

Once he touched the ball he found himself walking into a dark corridor, this time there was no snake waiting for him at the end, but a sword.

Children's laughter echoed through the dark, "Told you he will catch it," a child said.

"Choose…" a voice said.

"You shouldn't challenge the fates...," A man appeared next to him, tall, long hair and beard, with a dirty rag coat, he was like a skinny Sirius.

"Glory? Is that what you seek? The hell with it, Walk with me…" Harry followed him and found himself walking through Diagon Alley.

"You will not escape this path, falling and falling, does it matter when all paths lead to one," he grasped Harry from the shoulder. "Don't give a damn about choices, don't hold back..." he dropped his hand and walked away. "May your day for the nation be of sincerity! May your love for earth be lasting," the man sang laughing.

Harry turned and a dragon was facing him, with its mouth opened in its widest angle. While Harry was stuck, unable to move, paralyzed and frozen in the spot.

He could see the flames gather in the throat of the dragon from his point of standing.

Harry grasped the giant silver sword and so the dragon fired at him, and Harry felt his skin burn in the flames but aimed. But someone grasped him out of the flames. Choked him. Young Tom Riddle!

"Harry!" His mother's?

"Harry! " Cedric's…

His mind kept replaying visions of Cedric calling for his help.

Harry... Harry... Arthur's voice.

All these voices from nowhere. Harry... Harry...

"No..." He looked up, tears falling down his unshaven face. At the smiling face of human Voldemort choking him with an evil and wicked smirk drawn on his face. "Is that all your strength, Potter, " he said in a snake tone. Running his tongue against Harry's cheek.

Harry whirled, his green eyes filled with insane rage. He narrowly eyed the dark Lord, his eyes darting around madly. t

Struggling, kicking him and jumping on him, He grabbed Voldemort by the collar and slammed his head against the floor.

He opened his eyes, gasping for air, it was lacking and worst he found himself above a female body, Daphne!

And his hands were hands wrapped tightly around her throat.

Her face, twisted with panic and shock, abruptly paled, and her mouth hung open as if on a hinge.

It happened so quickly for Daphne to recall.

She heard him gasping and uttering in his sleep, sweating as the fever has fallen upon him, she only touched his shoulder to wake him up when it happened. Daphne choked on the air that attempted to invade her lungs. She couldn't even gather enough to scream. Though the pain was more than immense. Her eyes went wide as she gaped like a fish. The only thing she was able to produce was an odd choking sound as her body jerked under his hands.

His eyes were glazed, his mind having obviously gone on walkabout without so much as a hello or goodbye. Whether it was his mind crumbling from his own inherent insanity or if it was helped (or shoved) into its current chaotic state.

A slashing through the air wildly. Realisation dawned as his panic filled his eyes, and they seemed to bulge out from his face.

He could see the unshed tears. He pulled away, jumping out of fear, away. Why now? It has not happened since Christmas!

He searched around with a draught throat, massaging his sweaty forehead. He turned to the nightstand and grasped a cup of water, gulping it in one sip. However, even though he appeared to have moved on, he was still being haunted by these deaths in the worst way possible.

What the fuck was that!

When he felt her approaching, Don't come!" He shouted at her. He choked her in his sleep! It never happened before!

"No!" She rushed to him. But avoided her like a plague.

"Look! See I'm alright! Nothing happened," she waved her hands, smiling. She approached gently. Finally reaching out to him, Holding his face between her hands.

"What did you see?" She asked, calmly.

He was still gasping, remembering details of the dream.

"WHAT did you see?" She asked again.

He shook his head, but she tightened her hold, "Dawn dreams are dangerous, and I won't ask you again. What. Did. You. See?"

She watched as Harry started controlling his breathing. Harry's eyes flew open and found her, "nothing serious, no worries! Just the usual…" he smiled, weakly.

She pursed her lips tightly and pulled him close to her, wrapping her arms around him and letting him settle from the nightmare. It took several long minutes, but slowly she felt him calm, felt the fear dissipate just as the nightmare had.

"Daph, I'm fine." He said after a while, and she pulled away to look him in the eyes.

"Really, I-"

"What was it about? Harry, dawn dreams are always true, what did you see?"

Daphne saw the slump in his shoulders, the reluctance to reveal that information. But she stared hard at him until his green eyes met hers and gave in.

Kneeling in front of him, Daphne said uneasily, "it's not real," He just shook his head. His nightmares were actually visions, or distress signals, from something. And she did not have the bravery enough to tell him that.

"That they're just dreams, Daph?" he interrupted as he stood up, her following suit. "Just a figment of my imagination? No, these are visions, I'm sure. I've been seeing the exact same thing for months now. If they were just dreams, they stopped for some time, why now! I'm pretty sure I did not let my guard low,"

"May I?" she asked softly.

Harry knew what she was asking and nodded. It felt just like Christmas, reminding him of his mistakes, what Dumbledore said about it, It wasn't that he didn't trust the professor; he was just sick of the older man telling him that he shouldn't worry about his nightmares, that they were trying to unhinge him. But he definitely trusted her, his angel and true confidant, to help him and to not give up on him.

She held up her hands on either side of his head and closed her eyes, she was unable for magic but tried to soothe him like she always did when he had white nights in Hogwarts.

She massaged his head gently and hummed.

A wild knock on the door startled them both.

Harry gave her her night robe and jumped downstairs with his wand. Daphne was gazing worriedly at the messy-haired young man who had stormed into the room three minutes later.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing frantically. Her mind was whirling in confusion.

"I'm afraid our honeymoon trip has ended, Sirius was attacked… by Deatheaters…"