Sorry for my long absence, but I made my return…

I was having my master degree at last and it was the most stressful days of my life but I did it at last and I couldn't have been happier…

This chapter may have some unexpected news so beware my beloved readers and I once again reminds you all: this is not my first language

Harry was alone. He had always been alone, at least at school he felt safe. While at home he felt worse, but here… Harry was at one side of the playground, the rest of the children were on the other side. Harry gently swayed on his swing, staring at the ground. It had been this way for as long as he could remember. Harry stayed on his side of the playground and the other children stayed on theirs.

Harry knew why the other children were afraid of him, hated him even, but there was nothing that he could do about it. He was who he was. The family freak that Dudley called him.

Harry was staring out of the window, his eyes gazed down at students who were playing or studying together.

"Freak!" he was called back then, he wanted to laugh now, the silly history of his so called childhood, Hogwarts was no different three out of five years, were literally the same, he believed that this magical school will make a difference.

Students were scared of him but wait, look at the bright side, he made friends! Family!

Something he wouldn't had if he stayed at the muggle side.

He was a wizard. Renus always said to be proud of being a wizard, it meant that he could see and do things that humans couldn't. Harry came from a long line of great wizards.

He was in medic induced sleep for a week, and in that week he put his family and friends through too much pressure according to Madam Pomfrey.

There was a small mirror in the corner of his room. He looked at himself, and what he saw scared him even more.

His hair was longer than he remembered. He even had grown a beard. A beard! Well it was still growing, but when did Harry have a beard!? He almost laughed, And all his scars were still there. Some were mended and some still lingered, his right arm was a proof, he still couldn't believe it actually happened. The myriad of stitching scars all over it, proved the reality. His scars proved that what he lived through was not a dream or illusion. And so was everything else.

He was terrified. The things he saw, the strangest and weirdest, everything seems overwhelming and horrifying in their way. Of course this might be a good turn of events. He could now save his family and prevent the war. But he had no way to explain that he will have to train all over again. He wouldn't be able to explain his journey through time and it almost felt like he was in a year of coma not just a week.

All the knowledge he received over one night from Hecate was almost impossible to comprehend but then he recalled being living in a magical world.

A world that now has become his responsibility.

He glanced at his wand that kept whispering, 'Master!' over and over again. He sighed and whipped his fingers, calling mentally for his wand to if there were some invisible cords from him fingers ready to be thrown at the object to pull it back.

In a flash second, the wand was in his hand, and the hilt of the holic sword dropped on the other hand.

Strings of magic were like pure gold, or crimson red or the darkest black appearing all around him, and with each breath he took, he could feel his body attracted to his surroundings.

And if he told the Order the truth they would think he has gone senile. Or maybe they would believe him? He was living proof that he travelled through time. He also had knowledge of things he wasn't supposed to know.

He clenched his eyes tightly and sighed, feeling pain.

The truth about his mother. Politics of the wizarding world. The marching demon armies beyond the earth.

Now that was the threat he should worry about first, Voldemort came later.

He knew about the consequences of defeat and Winning but nothing came without training.

Without influence and army!

His father married his mother with an alliance to Diane behind his mother's back. He saw everything. Lily didn't know that Harry was betrothed to Diane's daughter, the betrayal his mother would have felt back then.

The Hecate's kept themselves hidden for years and then they were pushed to the game.

The possibilities he had were endless. He could claim the wizarding Throne. He could go south of the gates of hell or Egypt for Alexandria's library. He could stop many deaths. He could kill all his enemies.

The children laughter's flashed to his mind at that instance and he stopped himself. There was one thing he knew for sure at this moment. He had to stop the great war. No matter what.

To defeat the Deatheaters he would need a Wizarding army. For demons, he needed dragons and every possible weapon available. He can't let the wizarding world depend on one man to save the world, everyone needs to decide their fate. It's not just Harry and Voldemort's war but also the wheel of society's war. It will change the system for good.

"May your day for the nation be of sincerity! May your love for earth be lasting," he uttered to himself.

Harry watched magic pool in his fingertips, glowing bright and expanding with every exhale, gliding inwards across his arm and into his body, his veins glowing gold.

"Strange isn't it? like you're made of it," someone whispered as he crouched on the chair next to Harry's bed.

Harry composed himself and seconds later, he turned around to meet a blond guy in a black suit wearing a roundy sunglasses, sitting cross-legged, staring at Harry.

"Congratulations on your awakening…" the blonde added.

Harry bowed his head greeting, "My king,"

Phobos gave him a small nod, and shifted his focus on the newspaper in Harry's bed "I suppose you read the news,

Harry nodded, as he looked at today's headlines.

SIRIUS BLACK WAS PROVED TO BE INNOCENT

Minister Fudge declared on his latest statement

"There was no need for a trial to proof that, I don't want to apply the idea of my influence and siding with you in your war Mr Potter, let's just say it's my payback as gratitude to Mesopotamia incident, he deserved a reward even in his death,"

Harry wanted to scuff, the man was dead, what would this announcement benefit him? However the young man bowed in gratitude, Phobos continued, "Do you know why we are royals Mr Potter? Why are we still pulling the threads?"

Harry remained quiet as the man stood up and approached him.

"We prevent chaos, even if it must be a purge, Britain was causing disturbance recently to our world, something I made several warnings to minister for, however it turned out to be a system problem not just one outlaw," Phobos stood beside Harry looking down at the yard.

"You can see them now," it was not a question coming out of the young king.

Harry turned his focus the yard down the tower, he nodded.

"Terrifying isn't it? but strangely magnificent," Phobos smiled.

Harry could see flying creatures, creatures that even with magic before it wasn't possible to be seen. The spirits, and fire creatures that are called demons. It reminded him of watching thestrals for the very first time.

"Small folks can sense but never see, that why the veil was created to prevent them from the terror, could you possibly imagine, sleeping knowing all of those things around you, neverless I will keep my speech short," his expression turned completely cold as he finally looked at Harry.

"You have to stop the madness of your enemy Mr Potter, it is enough that you are a… Hecate's bloodline, I hope that you won't tell anyone of this information," his voice was deadly and venomous.

Harry's eyes snapped wide at the declaration of the king.

Phobos smirked, "What? Do you possibly think that I didn't know, the moment you consummated your marriage to my sister, I knew, Daphne did too,"

"She knew?"

"Of course, you think it will slip her that easily, who do you take Rhaenys for? whatever plans all of you had from this marriage, people will seek hope in it, they would want you instead of a bastard as a king," Phobos chuckled darkly and Harry's throat went dry.

Harry gulped, "There is no one fitting for the role as your excellency, my king,"

Phobos blinked at him then burst, laughing out loud, "You sound like Eros!" He said between his laughter, " Perhaps I'm assuming things, winning a throne doesn't make me a king if I can't protect my own folk, keep in the mind Mr Potter, power come with consequences, when it come to a prophecy decided by the fates, my hands are chained unfortunately," he paused for a moment, "Uniting the two greatest houses is not an usual event, the treason of house Potter is grave…" Phobos tutted in a playful voice.

Harry felt his throat tighten and his stomach clench while the king continued, " What will assure me that you will be loyal? Berz will get his punishment eventually, a marriage outside the family nevertheless to the enemy… I don't care what the previous queen seeked from this betrothal."

Harry grimaced at the remark of the king, Phobos thought that Harry may want a power seat.

So Harry bent on one knee in front of the king and said, "I have come to learn about the traditions, my king, and I pledge my loyalty to the crown, now and always"

There was a heavy pause as the king hovered over Harry, the young wizard could feel a dangerous and dark aura from the king.

Something he didn't feel before, it was a suffocating energy that made him feel as if he was about to kiss and wipe the floor. He couldn't move a thing in his body.

Phobos's eyes seeked into the soul of this boy, why of all people he was the chosen one!?

'I leave the rest to you brother…' Eros told him once.

'Our house remembers Phobos! Harry may not be our blood, he may have Hecate's blood but he is also blood of magic! I don't care what his heritage is! Or what blood runs through his veins, he is the salvation and I put my faith in him! Now and for the rest of my days!' Daphne told him once when he decided to visit her during her rest from mesopotamia to kill his boredom.

Phobos pursed his lips, fucking the mess that he got included in, the crown was to heavy and he wore it only for few months, "Will you be my lawful shield to the state in the shadows, will you be ready to kneel, you son of the house of Hecate?"

Harry gave himself a second thought for the offer, he remembered the words of Hecate, the state fate was depending on the answer he would give to the king, what should he do, he was not a kneeler.

'Be smarter than Voldemort, smarter than Fudge and Dumbledore..'

Daphne's first advice popped in his mind and he smiled, finally snapping out of his thoughts, turning his focus to the king, there was no turning back, so he obeyed and said with careful words,"If you give me the honour for the task…"

In a flash of the second, the atmosphere disappeared and the dangerous cold glares he was receiving from the king followed next, "Well, I'm delighted to see my brother-in-law healthy again," Phobos pulled him up with his usual cheerful smile and walked to the exit and stopped before the door, "ah! I almost forgot!"

He turned his head to Harry with a playful smirk, pulling his finger to his lips, "I hope this discussion remain just between the two of us,"

Harry straightened up and nodded at the departed man, feeling his jaw twitch, he didn't even notice that he was clenching it all time.

While Phobos was lost his own thoughts, he noticed a small figure coming in decent yet fast steps.

The small figure stopped in front of him and he acknowledged the presence of his half-sister.

They exchanged a small courtesy before each of them resumed their walking, each in its targeted destination.

Daphne stopped with a heavy breath from the long run up to the tower and she could see his back to her while he stared outside the window.

She barely made her presence to him when he turned to her with a light and soft smile on his lips.

Harry walked toward her until they felt each other's breathing, he was stuck with the right words and Daphne looked at him with bated breath. She felt her ears grow hot.

Harry cleared his throat, "I am so–" he was cut off with a slap on his face.

He smiled to the slap, a warm glow ignited in his heart, a typical greeting from his wife, showing him her own affection.

Daphne immediately with a light sparked inside her eyes, the idea of her Harry stood before her, arms open. She did not hesitate to jump, wrapping her arms around his neck, taking in his scent.

"Idiot…" she murmured to his neck.

It was her way to say, welcome back and I missed you. Harry's eyes softened at her. His hands responded and wrapped around her tiny body figure. Her sweet scent was an addiction that he missed during his sleep.

"For you," he finally replied. Harry's words were cut off as Daphne pressed her lips against his, he responded hungrily. Her own arms engulfed him, the feelings of anger had shifted to pain, to betrayal and to elevation, to passion and need. Daphne tried to show through her inexperienced lips all that she wanted him to know. Their tongues danced against each other, his hands touched her hips and her ribs and up her arms and neck until he cupped the back of her head, keeping her in place as her own hands grasped at his dark locks and touched his neck, for a few precious moments, they allowed themselves to the kiss.

They broke the kiss eventually, resting their foreheads against each other, their breaths brushing against their lips, eyes drifted close, savoring the moment.

Harry did not care if Pomfrey, Snape, Hagrid, or Dumbledore walked in. He just wanted her.

Daphne brought his hand to her lips, kissing the back of it, her face still red from their session, " Welcome back," she uttered to his ski

He felt guilty for the pain he felt in her voice and cupped her cheek, drawing circles with his thumb, to comfort her.

When they finally moved apart,

"Why was my brother here? "

"Visiting his brother in law," he smirked.

Daphne didn't laugh but instead frowned, "What in seven hells were you thinking, Harry?"

Harry blinked at her, catching the heat in her frost-lit eyes, the flare of her nostrils, the heavy rise and fall of her chest.

"You almost got yourself killed and I couldn't do anything for once I couldn't! you could have died," she said on a near shriek. Stopping to take a moment, hands smoothing over imaginary wrinkles in her skirt, before she looked back up at him.

Harry narrowed his eyes, the anger instant and familiar. "You can't be serious."

She scoffed, stalking off to the side and crossing her arms. "I'm being perfectly serious."

"That man is poison, Daphne."

"And you think by throwing yourself at him would seize down the troubles,"

"Perhaps you forgotten that it is my duty."

Daphne huffed her incredulity, arms uncrossing as she stalked back to him. "And so it is, when the time comes."

He stopped, reared back. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She seems to hesitate a moment, mouth opening and then closing.

He stepped closer. "Daphne." It came out more like a warning than a plead, and he can see the way her shoulders straighten at the tone.

"What is Phobos saying about?" She instead said, looking off to the wall.

"Nothing I can't turn around – so long as I won't threaten his rule and make a scene – " Harry bites the words off, how did they end up arguing.

His chest hummed with his frustration.

"And what?"

More damnable silence.

Harry ran a hand through his hair roughly, his jaw tight with aggravation.

"What is he saying, Harry?"

He seemed almost ready to speak it, out of his proximity, head shaking, and he couldn't stop himself. He grabbed for her, catching her by the arms and dragging her back against him.

He's just so tired.

"Tell me, when were you going to tell me that I'm Hecate's heir?" he growled, demanding than he'd ever given her and the feeling is heady in its fervency.

Daphne stared at him down, mouth a harsh frown. She doesn't resist his stare, doesn't ease into it either.

"It was not my right–" Harry scuffed to her, pulling away, making the touch turn to an icy cold on Daphne's skin.

"I'm passing that excuse, this is a betrayal! You knew and you kept it to yourself! You were manipulating me! Me!? first you burned the Greengrass household, you engaged yourself in a fierce battle and lost control over Lilith, I let that slip down, and I don't need fucking details to know what lead you to expelling! And you–" He swallowed the rest of his words, looking away, red face.

Daphne's face paled as she tried to look for the right words for his owns. "I'm what?" She said in a monotonous tone.

Distantly, Harry understands that it's guilt he should be feeling, perhaps regret, maybe even indignation if it weren't true. He must put himself in her shoes first, why would she go all the way to do what she had done.

She wouldn't betray him, whatever made her go out of her way and gave Voldemort the blood.

And that's the rub.

Because it is true.

Harry suck a breath through his teeth, eyes glancing down to her mouth for a single, illuminating moment, and he almost curses himself, because when he looked back up there was the imperceptible widening of her eyes and the slow unfurrowing of her brow, "I thought you were different," his voice was full of pain.

Daphne moved and sat on the edge of the bed, "did I disappointed you?" she chuckled darkly, "it was either that or Berz's death, I would prefer the first option,"

Harry found fury easier, fury is an acceptable smokescreen. And he finds that wrath is an effortless cover for longing.

"Harry." She looked to her fingers and smiled weakly, "Berz can't take my blood, he has already eaten from the previous heiress, I couldn't lose my father figure,"

"You made Voldemort stronger by that, why did you decide to give him your blood, the feeling of betrayal…" he hissed out, suddenly aflame, and he wasn't sure whether it's ire or desire that truly lights his bones this time.

Daphne doesn't squirm from his glare, not flinch. "I needed that antidote,"

She looked him in the eye. "He's valuable now… mortal,"

"And young!" Harry rasps out, tongue flicking out to wet his lips, and he glanced back to her eyes, catching the sharp cut of her blue irises against his drowning emerald ones.

Daphne said nothing to him but he continued, "his hunger will get larger even more and the next months will be…" he moved to the window.

"What the hell were you thinking! What the bloody hell was I thinking!" He frowned to himself.

Daphne rose and stood behind him, wrapping her arms around him, on arm resting on top of his heart, feeling his normal beating, she still couldn't believe that he was up and talking neverless, deep down she was freaking if he may fell any second and have another episode again!

"You wear my cloak now Daphne, House Potter,"

Harry was reminding were her loyal should be, he was questioning her loyalty. She should feel offended but instead she shrugged, he just woke up, don't nerve him, don't put up a fight out of nothing. She told herself, "I will be at the command of my lord, " she said.

"Look at us, Hecate's knight and Lilith's doll, breaking the enmity of their ancestors," she smirked.

Harry couldn't control the smile on his face, "Says the she-devil,"

Daphne tilted her head to the mocking name , When he didn't hear a response he turned around to face her.

"We can't fight a war among ourselves, " he said. "I need to know that you trust me just like I do you!" His voice full of pleading. "I can't lose you too, do you hear me!" His voice was more demanding.

It didn't take long after that and Harry showed up in Grimmauld place, after some protests from the nurse he was finally sent home, he was welcomed with greetings of happiness, the Weasleys hugged him for life and Mrs Weasley cried so much that her tears dried, she scolded and kissed him as if there was no tomorrow.

Harry kissed the back of her hand and vowed that he will never worry her again and apologized to everyone for causing them such stress and promised that he will never let this happen again.

Mrs Weasley prepared a huge welcoming feast for Harry and he wanted to cry when he tasted that soup of hers, he felt content and warm, feeling home.

Lily and James gave birth to him but this was his family.

On the other side of the table, Daphne couldn't get her hands to stop shaking.

Harry was back.

She helped herself to some soup and nimbly sipped on it. When she raised her gaze she saw Harry looking at her with that lost look of an innocence of a lost child. How was it possible for her to be so pleased and so angry at seeing someone? Why did she feel like scratching his eyes out and caressing his raven curls at the same time?

Some chatting passed, before they all resumed sipping soup and shoveling food into their mouths. All of them except Harry who seemed to have drifted away to some far off place.

"I have learned a great deal after what happened and I'm grateful for that," Harry said gravely, "But I am still an underage and I'd like to resume my education back at Hogwarts so long as I can help it." His expression darkened.

Daphne almost fainted at the statement, was that the same Harry she married? Since when was he that… cunning! That would be offensive; he was sometimes as good as a Slytherin could but, serious as well! Did hell shut frozen or did she jumped into a different universe

She could feel his eyes on her, was he daring her to talk, to argue in front of the others?

She rubbed her thighs together as a familiar throbbing resumed between her legs. She could hardly force her food down but she kept eating because there was nothing else she could do to avoid meeting Harry's eyes. If that was his decision, who was she to meddle? Last time they got into a massive argument when she went on her own and decided to arrange a marriage between Phobos and Hermione, on the other side of the table, Molly seemed to be overjoyed by the news and encouraged Harry, Remus too! That traitorous werewolf, how could he be on Harry's side on this! Tonks just shrugged.

Harry spent the evening with the rest of them, he even went to Wallburga and paid his condolences. The woman shouted, Harry only smiled. No matter what, she was the mother of the Black family and he would respect her like he would respect his grandparents. Daphne was quiet that evening, he noticed and didn't speak.

When he went past Sirius's room, a heavy feeling fell upon his heart, he wanted to go in but Sirius wouldn't want that from him, so he passed to his chambers.

He was welcomed by an already settled bath to clean himself and relax.

When he pulled all of his clothes, he was faced with a mirror and he would lie if he said he was stunned by his look.

He doesn't remember having all these scars over his body, they said they did what they could, Bill and Pomfrey did what healers of St Mungo could do, and he had suspicions that madam Pomfrey was having hidden talents that she never shared with the world, even Haylin participated.

A low hum escaped Harry as he pushed himself into the water. The water is warm enough for him to relax in, he hissed at first as the wounds closed yet still fresh, and relaxation was something he needed. The days had been nothing but stressful, needless to say he was tired.

His eyes went sleepy and he obliged, closing them and sinking into the water.

Harry forced himself to take a deep breath and slow himself down. When he steps into the tub and feels the warm water against his skin, he can't help, but let out a groan at how good it instantly feels.

Daphne was finally able to join her husband, the look on Tonks after Harry's declaration was enough to know that the girl will pull her aside and start endless interrogation.

As she walked in she saw Harry's clothes discarded all around the bed, and she let out a groan, gathering them around.

It led her to the door of the bathroom that was wide open, she felt her heart racing up. He was resting his head on the edge of the tub, eyes closed. He took off all his bandages and the scars of his last battles were still fresh.

The reddening over the skin ached her heart.

The steam rolled off of the hot water in the tub like a heavy mist rolled from the dew of a newly started morning. The blonde approached.

Harry was enjoying his sleep. Daphne leaned over and sat on the edge, "Didn't you have enough sleep?"

All she received was a groan from him. A disheartened look crossed her face. The least she could do would be to clean him up. Daphne looked down at the sponge in her hand. It was soft and porous, just the thing for cleaning the skin. She began to gently wipe him down, ridding him of the excess sweat, and dirt which clung to his skin.

Daphne peeked over her shoulder just as he sank deeper, sitting in the tub, the water drawing up to his neck. She turned back towards him and comes to kneel down behind him.

"Fresh soap and a sponge," she said as she handed him the items from over his shoulder. "I also have some oils that might help soothe your soreness. Is it alright if I rub it on your shoulders?"

Harry nodded his head so quickly, he swore he heard his neck crack. "That would be wonderful," he said and from behind him, he heard Daphne's smile.

He had been sharp with his demands after the mistakes she had made. It was good that they were not having any silly argument, she obliged, surprisingly.

As he sat again, and washed his front with the soap and sponge, Daphne dropped a small dollop of oil into her palms – Harry thought it smelled like some kind of flower, but he doesn't know enough flowers to be able to place it – and then, her hands are on his shoulders. Almost immediately, he groaned, his head falling forward.

"Does that feel good?" Daphne asked with a smile still in her tone.

Harry could only groan again and this time, she giggled. It made Harry smile. Daphne definitely needed to giggle more. What else can he do to get her to do such a thing? He's never been a particularly light and funny boy – to put it in the easiest terms – but he's more than willing to be for Daphne and Daphne's giggle.

His mom and dad – mostly Sirius – would tell him stories of his father and how so many women were in love with him; how they flocked to him as if they were ocean waves and James was the moon, their comings and goings relying entirely on his presence. Harry would think he would have inherited such a talent with women, but the truth is, Daphne had been the only one he had ever noticed perhaps he had a thing for one girl or two but his eyes settled on Daphne only, – whether that was because of their betrothal or not, Harry wasn't sure. And then there was Cho who was so different from any girl he had ever met before, his attraction for her sprung from that. But then, it was Daphne, again, who entered his life once more and all other girls disappeared after that.

But then he finally understood why he was relaxing all the time in her presence, why he acted pose and calm.

Should he tell her? She doesn't remember but he does now, be remembered.

And he was glad that he did.

She washed his arms and back, noticing how defined it was. His muscles rippled and his bones stuck out like a finely chiseled statue. Then she dropped all her clothes down and entered the tub, she stepped in front of him, putting her legs on either side of her husband's nude body and began to wash his chest. As she ran the porous cleansing object over his body, she noticed the way his muscles either twitched in pain or interacted with her movement. A small playful smile crossed her features for a few moments. She seemed amused with it as she retreated from his chest to wash down his stomach. Upon reaching his hips, he groaned.

A hard lump developing in her throat. She just wanted to have him but he hasn't recovered completely.

A hand was over hers, guiding her hand into the water, against his skin.

She grabbed her favourite part of Harry gently and began to wash it slowly. This slow and gentle motion caused the boy soon to man to blush a little. Blue eyes looked at his face as she herself began to blush. Her thoughts weren't as calm as her body had been.

She paused, gazing at the pleasured look on her husband's face. He truly was beautiful, pink lips curved into a kind smile as she began to wash him at a more casual pace, those newly conjured thoughts made her feel as though it was her point in time to make him feel how much she missed him.

Only moments later she heard his voice cut through the steam around them, a soft moan caressing her ears tenderly. She looked at him, a look of torn emotion wearing itself heavily on her face as ice blue orbs danced around within their emotional roller coaster, at least coming to a resolve.

"Do you like that?" She finally asked.

"Hmm…" Was the lazy noise of approval.

Fingers ran along the part hidden beneath the water, playing with it gently as she breathed his name into the air. "My love… Master…"

As the sensations within him grew, his lone eye opened lazily.

There was a moment of silence between the two as they stared each other in the eyes. She, without a word sat on his lap, their hips pressed firmly together and her hands on both sides of his face, their lips inches apart and all eyes half lidded.

"I missed you…" She whispered to him, gliding her body upwards, as he could feel himself enter her. "I need you. Forgive me, please,"

Daphne leaned down, kissing the bridge of his nose before making her way down to his lips She pressed her body into his, flesh touching flesh.

She was desperate to his touch.

Harry gently reached over, brushing his thumb against her cheek. Daphne sighed happily at the touch, placing her hand over his hand before looking up at him.

"Ha..." His lips met with her's, sharing a rather passionate kiss as Daphne ran her fingers through his shaggy, black hair. In return, his fingers trailed down her back slowly. A moan left her lips and she arched her back slightly as he continued to run his fingers up and down.

"You're beautiful," he whispered breathlessly in her ear once their lips parted. "Gods, your enchanting beauty makes me weaker, less angrier, forgiving, why?"

His words made her sink - something that would never change - and she lifted her body from his. In an instant, his free hand went to one of her breasts.

He began to massage it, tweaking her nipple and earning a soft moan from Daphne. His other hand removed itself from her back and began to do the same to her other breast. The dancer swallowed as he continued to play with her body. He was always so gentle with her, as if she would break if he was too rough with her.

"I need to hear it, forgiveness." She finally said in a soft voice. She tried to find more words to say, however they were lost in her throat. She didn't have to say any more, though.

"I need you too, my fire witch." He said in a soft voice, looking up at her. "I... I can't wait any longer."

He wanted their family to be complete now. She couldn't wait any longer either. Daphne nodded her head and shifted her body gently. The water splashed and shifted a bit as she did and Harry reached down, rubbing her entrance underneath the water.

"Ah-" she gasped as she felt his fingers around her entrance. Her hands went to his shoulders for support, a breathless "don't stop" escaped from her lips.

Harry obeyed and he continued to tease her, stroking her entrance slowly. Gently, he slipped a finger in her and began to thrust in and out of her. Another finger slid in and repeated the same process.

"Who are you?" He asked.

She was so close, her grip on his shoulders tightening slightly. She managed to whisper his name and her being his wife, before letting out a moan as she came. Her body shuddered a bit and she panted, resting against her husband.

"Good… You are my house's lady,"

"Always…," She replied in all sincerity as the two began to move against each other, feeling the hot emotion rising from their partner. A low moan escaped his lips as she pulled him close to her, letting a tear fall.

Her movements increased, gasping as the rhythms of lust were let loose. He gave a moan in return as he was brought to his peak, the final buck of the hips drawing him over the edge. He released.

The two were silent as Harry leaned his back up against the tub and Daphne dropped her head on his chest, settling her heavy breathing.

A dreamy look was plastered on her face, "I should finish giving you your bath." She finally spoke up, in a soft and gentle voice.

"I'm clean enough." Harry said, drawing circles in her back, He seemed even more exhausted than after all.

Daphne felt him kiss the top of her head. Eventually, her eyes closed, too tired to even dream.

Was it a coolness in the room or the movement by the hearth that woke her? She was not sure. When she opened her eyes, she felt herself on a comfortable mattress covered with a thick blanket, she looked up and saw Harry naked looking out an open window into the moonlit night. He heard her moving, he turned and smiled and joked "Hello, sleepy head." he said.

Adding wood to the fire and stoking the embers before coming back to the bed,

She looked nervously, "How long have I slept?"

"Don't worry no one is up. The house is sound asleep and will be for at least a few more hours," he assured her. Adding wood to the fire and stoking the embers before coming back to the bed and kissing her.

Daphne raised a brow, unconvinced, "You didn't sleep now, did you?"

Harry wanted to chuckle at her observation but he couldn't but sigh tiredly, " they annoy me again…"

Daphne realized what he was talking about, "Just pretend that you are not hearing it, block your sense only on what you want to listen to, it works with time until there is nothing to hear…" she smiled.

Harry blinked then nodded, he tried a few times but he smiled at the end. Daphne tilted her head, curiously, "Did it work?" She asked him.

Harry shook his head but his smile widened, confidentiality.

"Thank you," he said.

"For what?"

"For giving me an heir…" he said in a tinder and soft whisper.

Daphne's brows knitted confused at his words but quickly sobered up and sat on the bed, forgetting her nakedness, gasping out loud at the realization of his words, "You mean…" Her lips beamed slowly.

Harry nodded, his hand reaching for her low abdomen.

"Was it tonight? How can you feel it!? Even I can't feel it yet!" She said, reaching over her stomach, searching for a signal.

Harry's smile didn't fade, glancing up at her tinderly, "I just know, it's still growing, magic says it's two weeks old," Harry explained, feeling a warming aura around the stomach of his wife.

"Wait! Did you just say t-two weeks! Harry, why can't I feel anything!" Her face turned red in anger.

"My sweet girl, have you forgotten that you are taking medicine," he said, sadly.

Daphne hit his chest, she put her hand over her lower abdomen, and closed her eyes, searching in hope that he wasn't jesting with her, she was desperate for an heir and if it was true…

She felt it! There… a little warming glow inside her, not a beating of a heart but a soul, there was a soul inside her, a babe!

Her heart raced and her body was in flames of excitement, she did it! Her duty, but something else. Feeling that tiny glow made her eyes full with tears of happiness. A fruit of their making, it was Harry and her's, their child!

Neither of them was expecting this blessing to be awaiting them sometime in the near future. One must wonder what "it" is, they were so engrossed in knowing each other, in saving each other, that they completely forgot the reason for their marriage in the first place.

Daphne walked out of the bed toward the window, suddenly the news was suffocating her, she was supposed to be happy!? Why was she crying then?

"I should stop taking them! What if they hurt the baby! Harry I- I can't… if I lose control, if… Lilith! " She looked up, crying her arms around her stomach for comfort, she was the one who wanted to have the heir more than Harry ever wanted, she was the one who suggested it to Harry, she was the dutiful one, even with the danger, she wanted a baby.

She was eager for the bright news of her success in carrying a baby. But her fears were raised in return.

Harry ran to her, shushing her, "as long as you take medicines that will be prepared for you, nothing will harm you or the baby," He touched her chin.

Looking into her ice blue eyes, he breathed out, "When you walked through doors earlier and I felt it, I was devastated, I was confused but was thrilled, I wasn't sure but now I do...

when I thought I had lost my family you are giving me one in return, thank you Daphne!"

Taking a deep breath, Daphne glared into his sharp emerald green eyes, they held experience of years into it, what has become of her man," We are going to be parents!" she spoke so softly…

Harry smiled, "That is, my girl," Harry wanted her. Putting all thoughts out of his mind he leaned in to kiss her.

"If you want me to stop, just say," he said.

"Please you're eager for this," she rolled her eyes, playfully. "And who am I to deny my brave husband his rights, we should celebrate!" she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down and smashing her lips against his.

Harry was glad, her spiritual self was back and he pulled her into him even harder.

They began kissing, drinking with each other again. She felt his hunger underneath the gentleness. It was hot, burning, drawing her in, towards his flame.

"My blood," Harry whispered into her while he pushed into her slowly. "Your blood, "

Daphne felt her stomach warm and her heart pound faster, "our blood," she continued.

"I pledge to you my life, my heart and my soul," they both said. "From this day to the end of my days," Rain falling harder behind them.

Harry's eyes watered. His lips turned up in a smile. He covered her lips with his and devoured her with the passion of a starving man. Backing her up against the frame of the window with a thick trunk, he smothered her face in kisses, and bit at her lower tongue, eliciting unrestrained, wanton moans from her. Daphne gasped for air as he moved down her neck, sucking and biting; his hands snaking and roaming her waist.

The rain behind have not bothered them, wet or not, they were hungry for affection, the smell of each other and the taste of skin.

"I will be a mama…" she whimpered, senselessly. She saw her breaths rise in white tufts, but her body was warm .

Harry stroked her. "a proud mama," he licked the base of her neck, trembling at the feel of the slick wet material under his fingers.

Daphne sank down into his arms on the floor and wiped his face clean from sweat, and Harry waved his wand to close the window.

The next second they were rolling around on the floor in front of the fire, Harry hovered above Daphne in front of the fire they stared at one another, in the hearth's golden light.

"Fucking perfect," Harry whispered. Daphne smiled and her eyes darkened as they traversed down his body to his hardened cock. Harry breathed out short puffs of air, his blood thrumming at seeing the increased desire in her eyes, and he crushed their lips together again, palming at her breasts as Daphne clutched at his backside, pushing him inside of herself.

They fucked on the floor that night, after they had both come, Harry worried that he had rather acted like an animal, taking her, fast and frantically like that, though she had urged him on. Daphne started kissing and whispering words of love to him.

The rain was getting stronger as if it was responding to their sex.

Each stroke was met with a shouted jet of thunder. Each kiss and groan was raising power in him, every responding moan he received alerted the flames in his veins. He doesn't listen to anything but pleasurable moans.

His thrusts were getting more wild. He was pouring all his focus into lasting a little longer. She watched, like always, as his outline started to blur. He was doing most of the work for her. Which was exactly what it was designed for. He was thrusting faster and faster. The witch ignored the pain of pleasures, and began the closing incantation. He hardly noticed as she uttered the closing words. She looked deep into his eyes.

"I want you to cum for me." She said in a low voice.

He growled his release into her ear holding her tight and, at the exact moment of climax, he exploded into shadows. The magic melted away as quickly as it had come. The deep hunger in Harry's heart had subsided completely. For the time being.

The sex with Daphne became part of him, his hunger to her, the magic he kept receiving from her each time they gets their climax.

Sometimes he accidentally loses control and things start moving in air, sometimes the flames of the hearth get spiky to the point that he gets afraid the cottage will be set on fire.

Tonight was no different, he was thankful for the silencing charms in return, Dobby and Winky cleaning chores, there was nothing to worry about in the morning, except his wife's sore muscles that she will scold him for.

What can he say, he likes it rough just as he likes it gentle and slow, who would have guessed that out of his friends he was probably the first to lose virginity at fifteen and future father at sixteen.

The fourth time, Daphne took him in her mouth and Harry felt he might black out from the pure pleasure of it. She didn't taste him but finished him off in her hand before Harry threw her down and kissed all over her body until he was ready to fuck her fast again, furiously, frantically.

He awoke some time later, his body aching but his mind heady with deep contentment. He felt himself stretch, like a shadowcat might do, and a slow lazy grin settled over his face as he reached out an arm to bring Daphne closer to him. The other side of the bed was empty and Harry's half-closed eyes opened with panic at the realisation. He sat up in alarm, thoughts flying through his mind as to what might have driven Daphne from her own bed.

When he heard her entering the room, changing her clothes in hurry, he sat to admire her.

"Morning," he smiled.

Daphne frowned, "Merlin! Did I woke you up! I tried to be sneek!" She approached him, steeling some morning kiss from him.

"I guess you lost your touch," he smirked to her lips, ready to take her again but she pulled away.

"Sorry, love... Kou expect me now! Maybe later!" She said, running away to the door before he could even react.

"Be..." He heard the door slams, "...careful," she didn't even wait for his answer.

Harry sobered after she ditched him at the most exciting moment, he jumped off the bed and decided to have some workout instead, to gain back his strength and energy.

Beside he had a long day awaiting for him, Godric help him in going through it.

Molly was preparing for breakfast when she heard some noise at the front door of Grimmauld Place, who would come in early morning!? she found Daphne at the door with Kou who was bringing inside tons of funds,

"What are all these funds?"

Daphne turned to her with a bright face, she had never seen in the short time she had gotten to know the girl. And that glowing on the blonde's face, They definitely haven't slept for once last night, Molly spared herself the details. They were different from the rest of the couples.

"I went to the near market and bought groceries. With your permission, Mrs. Weasley, would you teach me how to cook?" She smiled brightly at the woman.

Molly blinked, Daphne was not that polite with her, sure she tends to her with respect, but not that kind of politeness. Molly looked into the funds, there were many types of vegetables and fruits, did the young girl spend her entire money on that! was she going to feed a whole army with that! " Well that's a big bunch of groceries you got there! But why would you cook? it isn't like you? And we already have enough food for the week,"

Daphne tried to hide her wicked smile but shook her head, "I gave a vow, as soon as Harry woke up, I would feed all the homeless of London, I hoped that you may help me,"

The declaration stunned the Weasley female, a Slytherin like this girl was ready to do this? wasn't she a rich princess!? she felt flattered, and nostalgie, something her younger self would do for Arthur, and Molly finally embraced that Daphne truly love Harry.

A pure and innocent love.

"–and I can't ask the elves, they lack some human touch on the food and… I can't ask a chef to come here… so Mrs Weasley you are my only option!" Daphne finished, giving the woman a pleading smile.

Okay that sounds like Daphne! And since when she started calling her by the name? Molly frowned. "Alright! All you need is focus and your both hands! And a fine wand with good cooking charms! Are you up for the task, dear?" she smiled.

Daphne lightened up and nodded eagerly.

"This will take the whole morning! We better be quick, hurry and change!" Molly shoved Daphne upstairs to change. Trying not to giggle, what she could give to make Ginny help her cooking! She always wanted someone with her in the kitchens, Bill used to help her as she was working to keep the rest of her kids at bay, and Arthur…

Molly felt her eyes tear for the mention of name and took a deep breath to ease herself, back into the kitchen…

Daphne didn't take long to join Molly with an apron and her hair hidden under some bandana to keep it away from food, they started with instructions from Molly, mistakes happened all along the cooking, Molly giving scolds sometimes and Daphne replied in defence.

Remus preferred to hide in the library, far away from the ladies. While Kou left, lurking somewhere.

"...Smells delicious here!" Bill entered the kitchen with Fleur beside him.

"Bill!" Molly exclaimed, running to hug her elder. He nodded to Daphne before focusing on his mother. Fleur swayed a bit as she and Bill appeared. Bill put a hand on the small of her back to steady her, his other hand held the Cauldron-bought dessert. Daphne noticed the interaction between the couple and kept quiet.

"Mum, we have something to tell you…" It's now or never, Bill thought. And better now than never…I suppose…"Fleur and I are dating now."

Daphne raised her brows, Harry told once about some secret relationship the guy was having with the former Beauxbaton student, Bill was a good dashing man and Fleur was already known by her Vella beauty, what a beautiful couple they made. She turned to them to congratulate them when Molly suddenly spoke. And her voice gave Daphne some chills in her spine. "Did you say…dating?"

Oops! Seems like the mother's protective mood was activated. Poor Bill.

Bill swallowed dryly and tightened his hold of Fleur's hand.

"Y-yes," his voice came out an octave higher than usual and he cleared his throat. "Yes, mum,"

Things were terrifyingly quiet. And then…

"That lovely news! Nothing but a great rainbow after a horrible storm, don't you think so Mrs Weasley," Daphne broke the icy quiet, to save the couple from the rage of a woman like Molly.

Bill gave her a thankful smile but he turned to his mum waiting nervously for her reply, he was seeking a blessing.

"Well then. Congratulations I suppose." Molly turned on the spot and headed to the stove. And Daphne swore that she heard a sigh of relaxation, she wanted to laugh but swallowed it.

"Fleur, would you prepare the table, the others are up," Molly said without glancing.

"Mrs Weasley with all this mess, we better move the breakfast to the living room," Daphne suggested.

The eldest just shrugged.

Bill already took some prepared plates and left.

Daphne gave the plates to Fleur, "Bonjour mademoiselle De La Cour. Je suis Daphné, la nouvelle habitante ici, enchantée!" Daphne greeted in French the girl.

"Juste Fleur, enchantée!" Fleur smiled, politely as she took the plates from her hand and left.

"She seems like a nice girl, Mrs Weasley, give her a chance…" Daphne commented while she prepared the bacon.

"When you have a child, you would understand," Molly said, calmy with her back to Daphne.

The blonde kept her stare at the plate in her hands, and her eyes softened, "Yes…"

"Hey, what's happen 'er? are we havi' a feast?" Tonks jumped inside the kitchen.

.

"Something like that…" Molly and Daphne said in unison before giggling, it made them receive weird stares as if they grow a second head from both Bill who entered, and Tonks.

"Did ya know that Malfoy's funeral's today?" Tonks mentioned to the ladies in the kitchen.

"Today?" Daphne raised a brow as she cut the potatoes. Then she went into a deep thought.

Draco showed up in the Malfoy manor and looked around. His lawyer John Henderson ran up to him in a panic. "Where have you been? We've been searching the grounds for hours. "I'm sorry, I just...needed some alone time." John nodded, "Of course, perfectly understandable. Please let us know next time, we feared the worst." "Look, I want to go ahead and have the funeral as fast as possible, I don't want to be here,"

John nodded, "the relatives and friends of your family already arrived and waiting for you,"

Draco cleared his throat as he walked around the garden before heading to the Malfoy cemetery, the white peacocks were still or at least one of them survived, the elves from the other houses of the Malfoy arrived and worked their arses to clean the mess alongside preparing for the funeral, he found a hooded figure standing and peting the peacock, Draco paled and his body trembled unconsciously.

Voldemort turned around and looked at Draco through the hood. " I am a person that his patience grew thin. Mr Malfoy," Draco's jaw tightened.

He walked to Voldemort and handed him a wrapped item in fabric to the man without eye contact.

"Lord Voldemort, I will make sure to do what you asked soon," Voldemort nodded slightly, "You see, I knew you were a smart boy. Very well, if you complete your task, you will have your gift. I will get rid of one enemy, mutual benefit don't you think?" Draco took a deep breath and nodded, "Thank you; now if you will excuse me, I have my parents' funeral.'' He bowed before turning away and heard the popping sound as Voldemort disapparated. He walked into the den where John Henderson stood with several different people.

John looked up as Draco entered the cemetery. "Ah...Mr. Malfoy, I was just speaking with the caterers about the reception." Draco nodded, "Good, Mr. Henderson. Do you have a moment? I need to speak with you about my parents' affairs."

"Of course, Mister Malfoy." Henderson turned and nodded to the caterers and followed Draco to the corner.

As he whispered his decision,"... I want to clear the Malfoy name and start a new life for myself."

If Draco had not known that it was supposed to be a funeral, he would have thought that he was at another social event in which only the social elite were allowed to attend.

Everyone was dressed in their finest clothing and jewelry, and there was lots of smiling and laughing as the various "moaners" engaged in casual social chit chat, which was of course above the sophistication level of the common and the inferior.

He remembered his grandfather's funeral which was literally the same as this one, just more prestigious than this one.

Being a proper Pureblood like Draco, he has to remember that he cannot allow himself to show any emotion to anyone. Others, even other Purebloods, will have no problem with taking advantage of any vulnerability that he shows.

He saw his Slytherins group of friends showing up and was surprised.

"Weren't you supposed to be at school?"

"And leave you alone, nah!" Blaise patted his back.

"Dumbledore allowed us to attend," Theo said and Draco winced at the name. The hatred he has toward that old scum.

"If you need anything we are here for Draco…" Pansy squeezed gently his hand and he kissed the back of it, out of manner. And perhaps he may need her later.

Suddenly Draco felt a hand on his shoulder. Draco looked up

"Oh Professor Snape" Draco gave a half smile

"Come Draco,"

Draco nodded and signed to his friend, "we will talk later,"

"Well… we hope so," Theo muttered.

"And ladies and gentlemen, the youngest richest bachelor has just been born!" Blaise smirked to Pansy, " and he won't be available for so long,"

Pansy glanced at the back of Draco as he disappeared between the crowd, mingling with them.

"Holy mother of Merlin!" She heard Theo gasp and turned her focus to his own and her eyes widened alongside her lips that parted in awe

There at the entrance, Harry Potter was walking, in his black robes,

Draco turned robotically to greet the next guest but his eyes showed shock when he realised it was Harry Potter.

Harry stood in front of Draco and extended his hand to his.

It was a moment that should be written in history, Skeeter ran pushing the guests to take photos of the two long-lived rivals. The Famous disappeared boy who lived, returned to England.

After some heavy and pregnant pause, Draco took the extended hand and shakened it at last, and at that second, the media found a better subject to talk about than the Malfoys death.

"Malfoy," Harry started, and gray eyes immediately locked with bright green ones. He felt like he should say something more to him than "Sorry for your loss", but he couldn't find the right word.

"My deepest condolences, nothing is worse than losing parents," he simply said, out of experience, reminding himself to keep neutral, no emotion and be professional.

If he wanted to be back on the field, he needed the best event to make it.

Draco broke the cold pause and treated him with equal processing, not to give the press unwanted gossip which will happen eventually.

"Thank you," Malfoy muttered, seemingly in Harry's direction.

Harry was thankful for the attitude, despite the anger and spite that Draco Malfoy's eyes gave.

"May this be the end of bad days," Harry responded plainly. When Draco remained silent Harry could feel tension building in the Malfoy heir. So he preferred to end the discussion there.

They stood in silence for longer than Harry could keep track of, and as he turned to leave Draco stopped him.

"Thank you Potter."

Harry just nodded in response. Before he disappeared between the crowd, some went after him to kill their wicked curiosity, it gave Draco some free time to breathe from the suffocating area.

Draco saw Andromeda nee Black Tonks making her way behind Potter to him. He was pretty sure that the family banished her. How dare she arrive! He turned to his lawyer who shook his head, the fool had no idea.

He pulled his composure together as she approached him, she talked for a couple of minutes with him, and he sensed her gentleness and kindness through her voice and words, as the gentleman he was raised to be.

"Thank you Madam Tonks, please take a seat," he said.

"You're mother raised you properly," she smiled, sadly.

On the other side, Harry sat quietly next to Snape without giving a second to glance at him,

"What are you doing here?" Snape ended up asking.

"Paying my respects to the dead," He said, shortly, and coldly. "This is not just Malfoys's funeral in attendance," He added, with a husky voice even Harry did not notice that he had. It was all he could say, as he struggled to stay in control of his emotions. "Besides, the headmaster allowed me!' He quickly changed his expression, giving Snape an innocent smile.

Snape glared unconvinced before he shoved his focus to something else, they both sighed, boredom taking over.

There were two coffins set on the bier at the front; the flowers were beautiful and filled the place with a scent Harry would forever remember and dislike.

It also made him wonder if his parents' funeral was like that too.

The ceremony didn't last very long. When one of Lucius's friends was announced to do a reading.

Someone else had risen to speak; a woman Narcissa had been friendly since school with, and her hopes and dreams. Of her marriage to Lucius and becoming a mother. Of the close bond Narcissa and Draco shared.

Harry noted Draco seemed impassive to it all, sitting ramrod straight in his chair at the front,

Finally, it was over, or so he thought. As the minister conducting the service requested everyone to stand, where a Weeping Willow sagged beautifully and more flowers grew. This would be the Malfoy final resting place.

The minister waved his wand and the coffins floated up . Draco began to walk behind it, slowly.

Harry watched as the coffins were slowly lowered into the ground with string music playing in the background. He mentally thought that it was Sirius's own coffin and he took a deep breath.

Looking around, no one knew the truth, no one knew what happened here on that awful night.

The minister spoke when the music stopped, said some sort of blessing and after a minute of silence, invited guests to move back inside the garden for refreshments.

Draco muttered something to Snape, who nodded, then he left to see to his guests.

Harry made sure he was not noticed as he walked into the ashes of the manor and knelt on one knee, he took some soil in his hand and wrapped his fingers tightly around it, bringing it to his face, taking in his scent. He doesn't feel any magic, he doesn't hear anything but sad death lament around the house.

The house was grieving the loss just as Draco Malfoy was, Harry felt sorry for the boy even if he hated him, well he was just a spoiled rich kid, blood never soiled his rich clothes.

Harry couldn't feel Sirius's presence or voice or anything but it was the closest thing for the man that was lost here.

His attending the funeral was the most proper way to say goodbye to his godfather. By the evening they would probably share a farewell ceremony, just him and Remus and few who actually loved Sirius. "I swear to you, Your blood won't go waste," he said.

The press did not await and shared the event in their front page, newspapers exploded with the Malfoy funeral hot events within the next day, The appearance of the long disappeared Harry Potter took the headlines, followed by the Malfoy-Potter handshake.

The school bursted with the topic, they all were talking about Potter.

In the Great hall, the Slytherins sat together talking. "–Honestly he plotted to make appearances in the damn funeral, he wanted to take all the attention, Poor Draco had just to go with it, to avoid a scandal," Pansy told her girls.

The gryffindors were not the opposite, their friend disappeared and then the first news about him, they received it through a newspaper.

"At least we're not the only ones annoyed," Hermione turned to her plate.

"Why did he go first to the Malfoys?" Neville asked.

Ron and Hermione shared a quick knowing glance. Knowing Harry, he wanted to go where Sirius died.

"And Harry Potter stated that the reason for his sudden disappearance was the desire to get away and recover from the shock of the death of his friend and the champion of Triwizard tournament Cedric Diggory, all on the recommendation of healers and the approval of Wizarding school Hogwarts, with that the boy who lived assured that he was fine and ready to complete his academic career,"

"Ginny stop reading the bloody paper, it's kinda annoying!" Ron exclaimed.

"I can't help, when this is the first time we see Harry in more than a month, look how he changed!"

"It's Harry!" Luna snapped.

Ron turned to her narrowing his eyes, "Yeah, we know it's him in the picture,"

"No you bimbo, he's here!" Luna said.

And the rest turned their attention to the entrance of the hall.

He was there making his way to them, fixing his robes.

Harry James Potter in his gryffindor robes.

He was back!

Ta da!

Harry is making his strategies already, what would he do?

And his wife is... Pregnant!

Little Harry is gonna be a daddy!

And what was the Task of Voldemort to Draco?

How will Harry's friends react to his return?