Hello!
Long time no see, well before reading the story, I suggest you to listen to three songs in row
1- the Pina colada song
2- Radioactive by imagine dragons
3- under the influence by Chris brown
Three rules to survive, keep your guard up always, the less suspected are the most guilty, don't be just and don't be cruel either…
Finding solitude and peace was not an option now, wasn't it?
Hogwarts
April 20th, 1996.
The girls that passed the boy who was sleeping under the tree outside Hogwarts courtyard with dark sunglasses on and in state similar to someone having an after party effect that called a 'hangover,'
Someone stood at the edge and smacked the victim of alcohol right on the head and he croaked a yelp as it caused another shooting pain in his back.
"Morning!" Hermione shouted at Harry.
She wanted to kill him. And not for being a Harry-who-fell into trouble for once, but a complete idiot though that didn't help.
"Good morning, Mr. Firewhiskey ~"
"Uuuuuuuuuggghhhhhh…" Harry rolled his eyes and his arm threw over his face to block out light. His head was pounding, his throat was parched, his eyes burned.
"Normally you're fine when you have a hangover. Why the sudden melodrama?" Ron said, stepping behind his sister that couldn't stop her giggles.
Harry tried to open his eyes, then gave up and shut them tightly again. The sunglasses did not help either.
"Ergggaugh," he moaned. "Bright, bright, terrible thing. Make it go away."
"The 'bright, bright, terrible thing' is the sun," came Ginny's voice, faintly amused, from somewhere above him. "And I'm not entirely sure I can make it go away for you,"
Harry's face felt vaguely sticky and his mouth tasted stale, like some combination of old gin and other…old things. His head hurt too much for metaphor.
"Was our room always that big?" Harry asked.
"It would if our room is the cloak tower courtyard," Ron chuckled, and Harry groaned again.
Hermione sighed and tangled her hand in her best friend's hair, "If you didn't wanna feel like this you should've watched what you drank. What if the professors caughts you!"
"You fuckin'-"
"What? I'm sorry but I'm not hearing well, what did you just say?" Hermione shouted in his ear.
"Stop," Harry grunted as he rolled and sat.
Ron laughed, "Do you want me to get you some meds, mate?"
"I hate to say this but, WE ARE LATE FOR POTION CLASS!" Hermione snapped.
"Fuck!" Harry shot up with a start, regretting the choice when the feeling of being hit in the head with an axe came with it. "Fuck that hurts!"
He stumbled to his feet and assessed the situation. His shirt was missing a few buttons. He only had one shoe on. There were more beer bottles on the ground than he cared to count.
Hermione dropped the overconfident act and reverted back to her caring soul, offering her best friend a hand to get him up from the floor, her other hand resting on his back as he winced whilst getting up to stand. He brushed her off with a dark look a second later but inside, Harry was relieved she was there to help because he'd have fallen straight back down otherwise.
Sensing his inner suffering, Hermione waved her wand and helped Harry fix his attire to look like a proper student should look like.
"Hermione". Harry became very serious, "What will I ever do without you?" He said, grabbing the hangover potion vial, kissing her cheek.
Walking into Snape's class late five minutes after lesson started was a good excuse for the potion master to torment them, the golden trio has become a complete nightmare after Harry's return, as if the marauders have been resurrected again to hunt his life.
People may wonder, what was the reason for this reckless behaviour ?
But the answer lies in the boy with emerald green eyes.
Who was trying not to sleep during his less favourite class, writing the notes and fights to keep up.
To say the truth Harry was not reckless, as all of them has come to believe he is, when everyone believe he was having a side effect of drinking after curfew hours, he was unfortunately in a condition that made him act that way.
As soon as the class ended he ran to the nearest bathroom and locked himself there, taking off his shirt that beneath it was a fat, giant dark purple bruise, followed by a cut down his navel. He took out of his bag a healing paste and ran it slowly over his skin, biting his lower lip to prevent himself from hissing.
"Fuck that Nalusa Falaya, I didn't see him at all," Harry cursed, finished cleaning his attire and washing his face, staring at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes became someone else's. Harry could see that clearly.
Harry was frustrated, no not just frustrated but stressed and tired and angry he was fifteen and still Voldemort's forces were on the rise, Harry fears that Voldemort may end joining an alliance with the underworld generals. The public loved him one minute and despised him the next, his best friends expected the world from him, his teachers expected top marks and everyone expected him to be a fifteen year-old boy to not only defeat but kill the darkest wizard in history and capture or kill his forces.
To put it simply Harry knew it was ridiculous and impossible to live up to the expectations of everyone he knew their ideas were not reality but his childhood had left him starved for attention and he craved the appreciation of those he loved and respected, so he tried his damnedest to meet them.
And now what a better disguise for him than pretending to be a second generation of a reckless marauder.
Few weeks ago…
Fifteen year old Harry was, dare say, lost. It was not less than expected.
The boy that survived an inferno stood awkwardly, wanting to be anywhere but there but he had to face his friends, it's been a month and he missed them, fixing his collar, he entered the hall, everyone stopped and stared.
Hermione and Ron immediately stood up, looked at each other with wide eyes then back at Harry, who made his way to them. More than a few curious gazes coming his way, Harry kept his eyes on his friends. He doesn't want to admit it, but the cloak has done something to him. It's been a month since he saw them, not like the summer holidays when he was sure that he would see them again, he was certain that he wasn't going to return
When he finally stopped in front of them, the golden trio stood together face to face while the crowd stared at them. It was a deja vu when Hermione returned to Hogwarts during the second year.
Harry managed to hide the depth of his relief by cracking his grin. "Hey! Good to see ya Hermione, Ron! How's it going?"
Hermione's mouth was still hanging open and oddly enough the only thing she can think of is that he called her Hermione. Harry used to only call her that when he was serious. Regardless, hearing her name come from his mouth made fresh tears spring to her eyes but she didn't want him to see her cry. Shaking, she struggled to take in a deep breath, allowing the tumult of feelings battling in her chest to come to the surface.
Harry, feeling her struggle, he opened his arms widely, inviting her. "Harry!" she screamed, the relief, hurt, excitement, and anger clear in her voice. Hermione attacked him, with a fierce hug, clinching at him, scolding, typically sister of his. But the hug was different than the usual, as he looked up at Ron's reaction. His smile weakened, realising something, The two of them knew about Sirius and he cursed himself.
They will have a lot of talk later.
Neville, despite his nervousness, approached tagging alongside sweet Luna, Ginny without moving from her place greeted him with her bright cheerful smile, her cheeks rosier as her hair, the twins too , he suddenly felt dizzy. The amount of audience within the hall brought dizziness and a hard headache, au contraire at the funeral there were many purebloods and most of them had a very calming aura, perhaps because most of them are old enough and well trained magick folk.
There was no pressure of magic but here it was disturbing.
Entering the dorm, brought a nostalgic warmth, his bed was still there, clean and a bit dusty from not using it for over a month. But to be fair it was strange to come back again, he felt like a foreigner, an outsider. His fingers caressed slowly his old four poster bed and it felt the weariness of the previous days falling on him. Letting a loud and a big weary sigh, he leaned against his knees, head between hands with agony.
'Keep calm, you can do this! You can handle this, eventually, this is not the first time,' Harry ran his fingers through his hair.
He could hear anyone downstairs, the tower was noisy as ever. He massaged between his eyes, headache would not seize down easily now would they. to the young wizards running around with rather unbalanced magic within them, it pained him endlessly, how the hell does others control their powers, it suffocated him to no end when he merged into the Great hall. Some practice and he will handle it like a pro.
All Harry needed now was calm and quietness, no wonder why Daphne preferred staying away from others when she was staying around. He really wanted her now to be here, give him some massage to seize down the pressure.
Her magical fingers worked great on him.
'I raise my hat for your bravery, wife!' he stated. Suddenly the image of Daphne carrying his seed becoming a father flashed in his mind.
"Holy shit!" Harry whispered, stunned.
He was actually going to be a father, when she suggested the idea and he get along with it, did not expect it to be this soon to happen, yet with all that will happen to him in the next months, he definitely needed an heir, to secure his family, uniting the bloodline of two greatest dynasties over the world! This task enough would need to be planned and well protected, the child must be protected when it come to this world, safe from the terror Hecate showed it to him.
The sun of the new age will arrive with Harry and his family.
Is that how Daphne felt when she realised she was carrying?
Now, the amount of pressure became visible to him, his heart fastened by the discovery. He had no idea back then.
"… 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," Daphne confession to Dumbledore.
Harry opened the grimoire of his, he kept reading what was appearing on the pages of the book with more interest than anything.
Hecate granted him knowledge, and communication through the pages of the grimoire, if she desired anything from him, it would appear on the grimoire, and while he was reading what she wanted him to do as her servant, he cared less to who entered the dorm.
"You okay, Neville?" Harry asked without glancing at the boy, the boy's magic was funny and soft just like Neville's character, it made Harry wants to chuckle. To think that fate would have picked him as the chosen one!
"Ah, Right! Professor Dumbledore wants to see you at his office," he said, hesitantly.
Harry took a deep breath, "Thanks Neville!" The emerald green wizard smiled, trying to calm the nervousness of the other boy, moving across to his own trunk and opening it, changing before going to meet the headmaster.
"What the fuck!" He frowned, startling Neville. The clothes that were stuffed inside his trunk were definitely not his. He noticed a note on top of it.
Prepared with my love
xxx
Harry felt a vein pop in his head, as he clenched the note in his hand, while he stared at the clothes, he pulled out robes of Potter family sigil on it and dozens of shirts and trousers. When the hell did she do to his wardrobe? What happened to his printed shirts!? And where the hell is his star wars shirt!
The password was 'Kittyknot', but he didn't need it because the gargoyle slid out of his way when he arrived and the door at the top of the stairs slid open before he could knock.
There was Dumbledore sitting behind his desk, projecting his patented serene look thing.
"You wanted to see me Professor?"
"Yes Harry. Lemon Drop?"
"No thank you sir."
"Straight to the point then Harry, how was your first day?"
"Managing well this far," Harry chuckled.
"Good, as you requested I have changed the guard schedule over Mrs Potter, Tonks saw no problem however…"
" Professor, Don't get me wrong, Mrs Potter has the liberty to go wherever she desired, the guards are to be avoided… any future collateral damage, I have been tasked with a serious matter and I need you to understand that my presence here is merely a cover,"
Dumbledore didn't seem to be surprised, after all he was also experienced with "Awakening," long before him, he would have understood, "I suppose it doesn't involve Tom?"
"I believe he is partly related."
"I must tell you that we are doing our best to locate him,"
"Don't be." Harry said, calmly. His eyes hovering around the office in boredom. "He is retreating again."
"How come?" Dumbledore suddenly leaned forward in interest. Noticing something twinkling around Harry.
"You-knew-who never died in the first place, it was a mistake of mine when I said he was resurrected… but this is just an assumption from my side. The dark lord wants powers, he could've easily killed me but he didn't, he enjoyed tormenting me in front of my wife, why? To where? What is his actual plan? Why did he get rid of his own men?"
Dumbledore took a deep breath. "You believe he has other plans? He is after something else,"
"..."
Harry could feel Dumbledore trying to break into the back of his mind but blocked him, in a way that almost shattered the old man's calm behaviour.
"Forgive me professor, this is all I can tell for now," Harry stood up to leave.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Dumbledore pulled out of his desk's drawer a small velvet box and offered it to Harry.
When Harry opened it, he was an old silver ring decorated with a lapis lazuli gemstone. Harry could feel an enchantment on the stone and his eyes rested on the headmaster that replied to his unspoken question " It is an access tool into Hogwarts, I had strengthened the wards,"
Harry looked more into the stone, and wanted to laugh, the stone gave away the point of it's existence. Not just an access but a tracking device.
The long bearded wizard want to keep an eye on Harry's movements, let him have his way then, Harry glared outside the window, "Ah, I noticed earlier… the uninvited ward I suppose,"
Dumbledore's eyes widened and his eyebrows almost disappeared into his hat. How could Harry feel the uninvited ward, how did he even discover it? The stand of the boy was different, it was full of life experience. The awakening of Harry took a different path than he predicted and if his guess was right, he must remain on the good side of Harry's.
"Indeed, no one would be capable of entering,"
Harry turned smiling to the man, wearing the ring, "I should feel sorry for anyone who would try, Too bad that can't keep the ghosts and devils away," he said, waving his hand walking to the door.
Dumbledore's eyes lost their twinkle when Harry left his office without being dismissed.
Hermione was not sure how long she sat there with Ron, confused in front of the gargoyle. With a heavy sigh. Since she had seen that smile of his, that disarming smile that makes it impossible for her to stay mad at him; the smile that always made her heart feel lighter. Now, he's back.
She angrily snaps her eyes open. To see him stepping out of the gargoyle, she didn't not hesitate a second as she and Ron dragged him to the moaning Myrtle bathroom.
"You have been avoiding us!" She crossed her arms.
"Was I?" Harry chuckled, nervously.
"Mate, I… we were worried and first we see is you going to that ferret's! We don't know about you and what happened to Si–" Ron suddenly cut himself when he saw Hermione's angry stare at him, and started to stutter.
Harry smiled faded slowly as he heard his words and Hermione tried to smooth the situation, "Hagrid told you," it was not a question and they nodded at him.
"We forced him!" Ron admitted, frowning.
Harry looked at them, reading their magic and body language and smiled, sadly, "I wish I knew what they were planning, I could've prevented it but I was in New York when it happened," he said, it was not like he was giving a full lie, he leaned against one of the bathroom pillars.
He started to narrate to them his excuse of absence that he and Dumbledore agreed on.
"How are you feeling?" Hermione said after hugging him with tears running down her cheeks.
"Padfoot would want me to move on," Harry looked down at her, smiling. " He had his innocence rather late but at least people will know that he was wrongly judged. " He massaged his neck, looking at Ron then back to her.
Hermione couldn't smile at his cheerful spirit, au contrary to Ron who gave him a playful pat in the back, she simply wrapped her arms around him in a comforting hug, " We better hurry before we ran out of chickens!"
Harry saw Snape sitting at the head table and couldn't help but remember the entire thing again.
"I'm just the intro my dears, the real terror is soon about to happen," Argai's words to Dumbledore echoed suddenly in his mind.
Thinking of the man who allied with the demon general Azazel, and how Snape or more like Voldemort gave the sanctities easily to him that day, as if they all plotted together, could he find the answer of his questions to the man.
"You ain't eati' mate!" Ron snapped him.
"Not that hungry," Harry replied.
"Thinking of the essays McGonagall and Binns gave you again?" Ginny smirked.
"Thank you very much for reminding me Ginny,"
"That's what you get for extra vacation!" They all laughed at him.
"Tell me!" George said, "Where there any!" Fred continued. To his confusion the twins babbled out,
"GOOD GIRLS!?" They both exclaimed.
Harry blinked at them before he gave a small smile. The twins leaned forward humming after such a reaction and he couldn't deny it when it came to his princess.
Hermione glared at Ginny who tried to hide her irritation from her brothers and pretended to play with him too.
Harry thought for a second if he was in an alternate life, he wasn't the chosen one and she wasn't the fruit of Eden, if he wasn't Hecate's and she wasn't Lilith's, if there was no Voldemort.
He could've been holding her right now in front of his friends and playfully making them drop dead jealous of having a hot woman like her to his and his only. Now that no one but her brother, Dumbledore and Voldemort knew about them.
But it was not that easy, she was the heiress, the council wouldn't approve of her marriage, and he was Hecate's heir, their union would be pictured as a declaration of opposition to the crown.
He leaned forward and smirked in defiance, "Yes…"
The cheers of his friends, for the little tastes had whetted their curiosity and they wanted to know more.
"Alright I will give you a hint, perhaps there will come a day and you all gonna meet her," he shrugged.
The confession stuttered his friends and they all paused leaning forward.
"So it's a… her!" Dean leaned his elbows on the table, fingers tangled under his chin, interested. And just like that half school started new fresh rumours about the whereabouts of Harry in the last month. When and how and where were all his friends' questions involved.
"Our first real interaction was with a slap actually," Harry remembered suddenly, laughing at that night in the library.
"Savage! I didn't know you were into this type?" George commented.
"Sadistic," Fred nodded in agreement.
"Don't remind me! She even punched… more than once!" Harry complained. And slowly he felt himself back again with his friends.
By midnight Harry was in the library, he spoke to Daphne through the enchanting mirror, giving her a review about his first day, like a kid telling his siblings or parents about their first day in school. She seemed relaxed and happy for his return, as if he was in the right place at last, she teased him about the homework saying that she was finally released from her slavery of doing his homework.
Harry really pitied himself but he sat to study, brooding darkly over the swath of books haphazardly strewn over the desk. The small leather grimoire containing the information weighs heavily in his hand. For hours, he'd been scanning dusty tomes in search of information about Demons - he was in the position of power now and knowledge will be his best ally. He scanned a paragraph, mentally deciphering ancient script as he goes, but he comes to the end of the page and finds that nothing will stick in his mind. Only her face swims in his head, Lilith behind Voldemort, supporting him.
Yet all he could think was Daphne, as she begged him for trust and forgiveness. He slammed the grimoire closed, suddenly frustrated and in need of a drink. He wasn't someone to indulge often because he prefers his mind to be as sharp as possible, but tonight he sorely needed something.
He asked Dobby to bring him some while he was resting as the moonlight showered him.
Who would have thought that Harry Potter would find peace in the finest hour within the shelves of the Library of Hogwarts. By the time he finished his works, it was already three at morning, so he retreated but instead of going back to the tower he stood in front of the black lake and stared at the sky whispering to himself, Looking around him and looking beyond, he uttered,
"I am the sword of the dawn,
I am the shield of the realm of man ,
I pledge my life and honour for the man,
from this night to the last night…" he looked up to the dark night when the moon's light shined even brighter as if it was pounding like a living heart.
He heard footsteps of animals, and wood creatures alongside around him approaching the lake and sitting at its shore.
Harry's eyes closed as he felt his body respond, the blood of Hecate welcoming the power mother nature was giving.
He thanked it with a bow and withdrew his wand in attack mode to the wood, with just a small soft breath he let out, jumped at a high speed into the forbidden forest, searching for his target.
It was a matter of seconds before he could find it, hiding in the shadows, a giant blue skin with pointed horns demon hunting down fairies, drinking their blood and licking his fingers like a bear licking the drops of honey.
Harry with a swift cut down the wings of the demon, preventing him from escaping his ugly sin to the creatures of forest. As the remaining fairies ran away in an act of survival, Harry approached. He cast Tergeo to clean up the blood from the wounded fairies and then a Healing Spell. Nodding, happy with his work, he patted them on the head assuring them that he was not the enemy before darting his eyes on his prey.
The demon decided to use telekinesis and drag the remaining magical tiny creatures, but Harry was quicker, using a trapping spell to pin the beast to the nearest tree. How he despite creatures of hell, their ugliness and the rottenest of their existence.
The demon hissed to the golden rings around his body that with every growl he let out, pinned him tightly to the tree. Groaning, his drool covered his blue jaw. Murmuring in demonic tongue.
"Enemies of man…" a pair of emerald green shined through the bushes of trees, said in the demonic language, attracting the attention of the blue creature.
Harry stepped slowly across from the demon that kept groaning and fighting the chains. Harry pulled out of his robes a hilt, pointing it out. The demon laughed at him hysterically.
Harry kept staring, icily. The grimoire told him that the demon would hunt down the forest fairies to make a ritual out of them.
"Let the sword of justice release you of your sin…" Harry said, coldy as the silver metal appeared out of the hilt, he threw it at the head of the demon, splitting off the body and the head that turned into ashes in a flash of seconds that followed the execution.
He hid back the hilt soon into his robes, before letting the grimoire fly in front of him, reading what notes he did receive.
'You have succeeded in bringing life to the forest fairies, however there are still more jinn around the selected area…
Complete your request within thirty minutes…'
Harry sighed and started hunting around the forest, whipping it from the rest of the group.
When he returned half an hour later back to the dormitory, he saw a figure resting on the sofa by the dead fires. At first he shrugged but noticed it was Ginny so he approached softly and touched her gently,
"Ginny?"
"..." The redhead stirred in her sleep, a magazine fell off her lap and Harry thought that she had overslept reading something.
"Ginny you may get sick here, better go to your room," he smiled, holding the magazine, he was caught by his picture that was pinned with an article.
They were talking about the funeral but as Harry saw his face on the paper, he noticed se changes over his body, did he looked that serious before.
"Harry?" Ginny's voice alerted him.
"Sorry you were sleeping here and,"
"What time is it?"
"Probably three in morning, you better go to sleep,"
"I won't sleep well, it's just… What about you, why are you up?" Ginny gave him a look of sympathy. "Nightmares?"
"I… a night walk, " Harry answered slowly, frowning.
"That sounds like you, hope you didn't catch any basilisk," Ginny said with a smirk.
"Believe me Hogwarts would see its skeleton by morning if I had, nothing good than a night walk, you never knew what you would find out there, " he laughed, sitting on the sofa across, resting against it. He was tired but for the first he found sleeping at the dorm not as welcoming as his wife's war chest.
Daphne woke up startled, finding herself chained on the floor of her family's throne room.
"Lift her head!"
At Phobos's command, Daphne, whose hair was strewn about the floor, was grabbed and held up.
Daphne's hair, which was soaked in blood, was raised to midair by a rough hand. Her once beautiful, shiny blonde hair was in a condition worse than the shaggy fur of a pig that had just rolled around in the mud.
"Do you know what your sins are?"
"…"
Phobos questioned her, knowing that her tongue was cut so she wouldn't speak herself.
She closed her eyes, which was difficult due to the bloating from the countless bruises that had been inflicted upon her. Those eyes that would have once stirred the hearts of many men, frightened many others, but now, they had become like those of a rotten fish.
Though she felt betrayed and bitter, there was nowhere to go, and she simply waited for the Grim Reaper to claim her life. She faced this fate with her own well. She will take the entire responsibility, if it will keep her family safe.
She heard footsteps in front of her, "These words, which I have contained within me for all this time, are reserved for my sister. Since this might be the last time… I feel like I must tell you… It could be that I've been waiting for this day to come." Phobos knelt down on the floor.
The sudden action frightened many of the guards, and they rushed forward as if they wanted to intervene. But, Phobos signaled to them that everything was okay and brought his lips to Daphne's ear as if to deliver a final, sacred message.
"You fool whore. Playing and fooling around… Was it fun?" A voice that did not belong to her brother said.
Daphne's eyes widened as if they would burst out. She slowly turned her stiff, bloated head toward the person, Voldemort who was smiling. His smile was pure evil.
She blinked quicikly, unable to understand the nonsense she had just heard, wasn't Phobos who just knelt in front of her.
Voldemort read her expression and explained it again, " Aw, Don't pretend to be surprised now, everything this far was all… calculated. It was all to portray you as the evil traitorous bitch. It was all for this moment. But I admit that it was fun having you around, to kill boredom. "
"…!"
"I'm telling you this because these are your last moments. I have wanted to have you from the moment you were born, but everything changed when the little cub of yours or little snake, can't tell the difference yet since it's just born, you have, so I decided out of mercy, if possible, in a manner as painful as possible to kill you the way, a murderous traitor like you shall deserve," Voldemort barely contained the unendurable laughter that nearly erupted from his mouth.
At this moment, he smiled brightly, as if Daphne's tears made him want to sing and dance. Voldemort's joy, which no one else was able to notice, stabbed through Daphne's chest like a blade. Her face turned red out of anger,
She looked around to tell about this imposter, she searched for her husband in hope he may understand her inability to talk.
But he was nowhere, yet the hall was full of nobles and people she knew and others she did not.
Soon, Voldemort pulled back and the figure of Phobos's face appeared instead, leaving her standing all alone in the hall.
She raised on her feets, weakly. Trying to gather her strength.
She saw Phobos standing behind him, his mother and… Harry?
"Rhaenys Phopine Vasilian who also known as Daphne Potter, You have been found guilty for the murder of …" Daphne did not care for what he was saying, her shock was all laid on Harry who looked down at her coldly turned and left.
Not giving her a chance to defend herself and she felt dead inside.
Phobos lowered his hand, the signal of the girl's execution.
As such, the knight's opened a giant gate and flames of the deepest hell opened, revealing hellhounds running to her, she wanted to run but couldn't, paralyzed. The hounds did not hesitate, she was screaming in her head, 'I'm your mistress! How dare you not fear me! I'm your mistress!' but they did not listen, cutting through the wind and separating her head from her body in a split moment, her life ending pitifully just like that.
"… D! … Daphne!"
Crash!
The cup that Daphne had been holding fell onto the ground, shattering into many pieces, hurried over and vanished with a flick of her finger the pieces, cleaning the mess.
Daphne awakened from her absentminded state and cast her eyes toward the voice she had heard. There, at the table, Molly and Remus were staring with a frown before her at the kitchen table as they had dinner. Remus was holding a wand pointed straight at her.
Kou was holding her by her shoulders rather tightly, "calm it down,"
Daphne tilted her head a bit then she realized, her eyes were feeling rather heavy and by a stare at her reflection on the furniture aside, she could see her eyes red and dark veins under her eyes.
Comprehending the situation and coping with the circumstance, Daphne stared at her hand as some pieces of the cup cut through the skin, blood dripping on her lap.
"I think I want to retire early tonight," she breathed.
"You are exaggerating, it was just a moment, " Kou said as he tended to her hand and she cared less. She could feel that he was just trying to calm her down.
"Are you going soft now? That's so unlike you,"
"Shut up!"
She bit her lip to keep from smiling, she remembered that Molly and Remus were staring at them.
"I apologize, it was just a flick of emotions, nothing harmful," she assured Molly more because Remus already knew about her situation, having witnessed her evil and dark twisted side.
"Snape will make you medicines soon," Remus commented, lifting a cup to his lips. Trying not to smell her blood, it was tempting, the scent of her own blood always gave him that.
Daphne gave him a long stare, it was hard enough to bear with her staying in that horrible place, now she had to bear with his stares, the werewolf did not like her and he was honest about his dislike toward her but his duty as a member of the order and being the confident of Harry's was enough to have a civil relationship with him.
Daphne's eyes didn't meet with the werewolf. "You know what it feels like having a thing in you." She sighed, looking at him in defiance. '
There was some tension around the two, if someone said that Remus doesn't like Daphne would seem soft to the fact that he hates her. He kept a truce when Harry was in coma but now it seemed all in the past and he was giving her that glare.
That damn glare, the Greengrass gave her, her family gave her and she wouldn't accept it, not when she was supposed to live her life peacefully.
"Alright, it seems that my presence here is bothering Mr Lupin rather much." She cleared out, true that her voice was calm, but her words were raged. Remus's face became red, jaw tightening.
Kou grasped her from arm, squeezing, perhaps she remembers where she is. If he was a supernatural being and so was Remus.
"I didn't mean to make you feel unwelcome," Remus breathed out, with difficulty.
"Oh really," she smirked, "that would be rather unfair, after all I left my lovely cozy cottage to spend my days in this rotten ugly house, now that is a cruel thing, even Mrs Weasley left her home too,"
"No… "
"Oh dear!" Molly shook her head.
"Daphne, it is your blood," Kou explained over her shoulder.
Daphne turned to the fox, who glared at the red elixir of life in her veins, then it hit her like a lightning bolt. She had completely forgotten that Remus was a different wizard, a hybrid of his species.
"Oh… OH!" she gasped, turning to Remus who looked away, his cheeks flushing.
Daphne's face tried to remain controlled but her voice meant otherwise, "I… I forgot how much my… ," she explained, feeling awkward at Remus for her assumptions.
"It's fine, really! I know you have your own reas-" Remus suddenly stopped and turned frowning at Kou for help.
Daphne sat down adjusting to the facts of having these supernatural beings by her side.
"There is still long eight months before frowning at me,"
"So you figured it out," Kou leaned back with a smirk, while Molly stared in confusion at three of them, and Daphne sighed tiredly, nodding.
"Harry told me but when I checked it was true…" she took a deep breath and looked at three of them. "I am now almost four weeks pregnant fellas! And I hope you keep it to yourselves until I finish the first term, just in case, you know good omen," she announced. A soft smile on her face, "I'm sorry Remus, I forgot that you also have sensitive sense,"
"We will be here at anytime,"
She smiled respectively, "that wouldn't be wise,"
Molly dropped all the plates she was holding and ran to Daphne holding her for life, congratulating her on the news.
"Ah! Daphne, you little oaf why haven't you said something! You shouldn't work yourself! It is not good for both you and the baby" Molly snapped.
Daphne blinked at the word 'baby' coming out of Molly's mouth and it felt warmer than when it came from her. She loves being carrying the future heir of the dynasties but now that she looked at those who were actually happy for the news, she felt tears in her eyes. Molly pulled her into a gentle hug, tending to her hair.
She doesn't have someone to tell her what to do except her education and researches.
Her mother was not around and Mrs Greengrass is dead and Eva!
Listening to the adults talking about her made her realize how much she was valuable and overworking herself these days, she needed to be careful if she wanted to have a healthy pregnancy.
"Teach me everything Mrs Weasley! I want to be a good woman" Daphne smiled as the woman caressed her cheek with her index finger, Daphne at first stiffened at the gesture and Molly realized, apologised. But Daphne put her hand over the woman and kept there, she leaned on it and closed her eyes, this was the mother touch of Molly that Harry told her about.
"We are having a little cub! And it better call me NANA" Molly's face announced, crying.
Kou shook his head, " Hormones," and Remus laughed at it.
Back to the present day,
Harry had his schedule. Jogging and working out by dawn, attending his classes, catching up with his friends and doing homework, by night if the grimoire asked him to hunt he would rise up to the job if not, he sleeps with no worry for tomorrow.
He was now sitting on the stands, when Hermione approached to join him. The Gryffindor team was practicing before the game, and from where they sat together, they could see Ron and the twins practicing. Ginny was not far at the corner with her boyfriend, snogging or flirting.
Harry glanced at his best friend and wondered if it was good for him to stop the betrothal with Phobos, he wanted the best for Hermione. And like any girl, they all dreamed of their prince in shiny armour, rich, handsome and smart, Phobos had all the traits for the perfect man…
Nevertheless, smart and clever but if he agreed, he would include her in the troop of Dante's inferno. It was her choice if they offered, would have she agreed?
Hermione sensed Harry's eyes on her and looked up from her book wondering what he was thinking..Harry simply shrugged,
"You seem odd ever since Malfoy was back," Hermione started.
Harry laughed, "am I? Why aren't you in the library?"
"Madam Pince said that the library is closed for the weekend! Can you believe it? rearrangements she says, Ha!"
Oh dear Merlin, and that was the worst nightmare for Hermione. Out of the trio Hermione was the first in everything, she was smart, cunning and braver than them, even in dating, she was ahead of them when she courted Viktor last year, she saw ahead of them.
The brain of the golden trio.
"Have you ever wanted to be with someone?"
Hermione's eyes widened, turning to Harry.
"I mean I'm your best friend and I want what's best for you, we all want to have romance in our teenage school life, a drama to remember, right?" He smiled.
Hermione's eyes saddened at Harry's statement and turned to her book, "We do, don't we? But I haven't found anyone interesting yet…"
For Hermione, it was just a reminder of a certain marauder, a man that she barely knew and was ready to take a risk with him.
A man that she was still feeling his soft lips that tasted of cigarettes on hers, even after weeks. He was wild, sarcastic and attractive, the complete opposite of hers, and as they said, opposite attract.
For Hermione she didn't regret it, in the end. Perhaps they would've worked, if he waited, if she was adult enough, they would've worked.
"And if you do? How do you describe him?" Harry's sudden question snapped her of a dear memory, he appeared to be in extreme interest.
Hermione smiled weakly, staring at her book, "Mature, smart and well mannered!"
Harry pursed his lips thinking deeply before he could say anything, she smirked to him, "do you have someone in mind?"
"Of course not…" he murmured.
Before giving him a playful punch, "why don't you mind your business, whatever are. You're here! What are you doing?" She glanced at his lap,
Harry decided to drop the subject and carry on his work on some gemstones, turning them into beads. "I'm turning them into beads,"
"Why? I did not know you were into jewelry!?"
Harry gave a second thought before answering, "Protection," He pointed his wand at them and murmured a spell to change their shift, and just like that they became a 108 mala beads necklace.
Hermione looked closely and could see the colours of the beads, it was beautiful different shades of dark blue gemstones, and she didn't seem to believe that Harry would wear such a thing, "... what happened in Egypt?"
Harry froze in his work for a moment but kept working as if she didn't ask but Hermione's brows knitted, "What. Happened. In. Egypt?"
Harry took deep breath, "nothing happened because I never went there in first place 'mione,"
"WHAT!?"
Ginny turned at her confused but Harry shrugged her, casting a muffliato.
"Where did you go? I'm certain you weren't with Sirius because he told me so and he don't know how to lie,"
Harry turned to her, "you talked to Sirius?"
Hermione closed the book and crossed her hands, and said, sadly. " multiple times…"
"I had other business to catch up with, you don't want to know,"
"Did it involve Greengrass?... Harry beware of her, I know that there was something between you two and all, but she's dangerous," she looked away.
Harry's brows frowned, focusing on Hermione, "why would you say that? Careful 'Mione, you don't know the entire story,"
"Wait!" She stepped back, "You are still with her!?"
Harry smiled softly.
"Harry, she's dangerous! Have you heard about Parkinson,what she did to her, she wasn't ever present to her discipline council–"
"Hermione!" He snapped almost breaking the stone into pieces in his hand before he looked up to meet her eyes, he took a deep breath, "Nothing happens with no reasons in first place, don't judge her just because she is a Slytherin, that's not you,"
Harry stood and walked into the edge, calling for the quidditch captain, leaving Hermione stunned, he almost clinched those stones in his palm, he heard rumours, and saw Parkinson covering her hands in gloves, the difference is that he didn't care this time.
"Tell Ron that he was leaving his spot over there valuable even if it was merely a few centimetres, as for Kate tell her to use her right arm instead…" he was pointing out the mistakes of the team and sat back to watch the new form, Johnson at first thought before she decided to agree on his plan.
Focusing on the new tactics their move was faster, it was a bright result.
When Angelina turned to the source of their success, she found the boy-who-lived was long gone.
"You are really turning into a bookworm," Harry commented. Resting his shoulder on the nearest bookshelf.
"Students are not allowed until further notice!" Madam Pince sharply snapped at Harry.
Daphne appeared behind her, closed the book she was reading and glanced smiling at him, Harry hardly recognized the title, it was written in Latin. "Thank you madam Pince, I will finish from here, " she smiled at the librarian who half hesitated before giving her a nod and leaving.
"You look beautiful as usual Madam," Harry gave a courtesy bow to the lady. Daphne only rolled her eyes, he sometimes turns into a second Sirius Black.
He walked into the dark section, "why are you here?"
"In Hogwarts?" She raised a brow. Gathering her parchments that were sacred everywhere over the desk.
"In the restricted section,"
Daphne put the book on the shelf, "I demanded access from Dumbledore and he allowed me, besides I'm getting bored from sitting around the house all day, should I ask your permission for this as well?"
Daphne spent her days searching for that thing she saw in the graveyard, anything to prove her theory, she even dragged Remus with her to several libraries in case there may find answers. All Britain had nothing, she sent a demand for access to many great libraries but there was nothing.
Lilith for the first time did not recognize the magic but it was a dark one for certain. Kou tried to take some answers but she refused to give any hints.
The morning sickness finally catched up with her and she was feeling like shit every single morning, and what was painful was that she couldn't enjoy her food anymore.
So she wore her cloak and decided to increase the level of her mission. Which leads to why was she in Hogwarts, only three libraries could have answers, her family's, Alexandria and this one here.
"They said you are enjoying the company of the Weasleys,"
Daphne hummed. "They are interesting people,"
"Then why reserving the entire library, that's very rich of you," Harry's steps were quieter than others – practiced. Any ghost was around, had migrated to another part of the library, hushed away by the furious librarian.
"I must confess," Harry said. Daphne was made eye-level with his emeralds. "I felt your presence the moment you passed the wards,"
"Did you think I was coming for you?" she brushed stray hair from her face, looking up to him.
Harry made no acknowledgement to her words. He was no longer looking at her face but at the blonde of hair around it. His hand was steady as he crouched and reached out to capture a curl between his pointer and thumb, rubbing them together.
"You break my heart." His eyes settled on her face then. He was silent as he straightened himself out.
"I came to find you because I have been told that you are overworking yourself," he answered. Merlin,
"Go on, say it." She remarked,
"I don't need to…"
Harry's words trailed off into a silence of his own when a shadow passed over his face. His slacks crinkled faintly as he slowly moved into a crouch, a hand extended to her neck but not to touch her hair this time. No, Harry's interest was elsewhere. His fingers dragged smoothly across her clavicles, he reached and put a chain around her neck.
Daphne raised a brow, "For your protection my love,"
Daphne had no time to punctuate those words— her back hit the bookcase in the same breath as her step forward, and Harry became a towering force as he closed the space between them, the books thudding to the ground.
"I've missed you, my fire witch," said Harry. He drew his wand and swept his hand with a muttered, "Muffliato," and then, "Confundo.
She bit her lower lip, she liked it, being trapped between her strong wizard and a bookcase, Harry held her hand like a manacle.
Harry's hold on her grew tighter. But as her gaze swept over his nose, his pink lips, while he held her wrist above her head, Daphne shook her head, she was here in a mission not to fuck her husband. The idea to not be very comical at all. Stupid, and perhaps a little bit insane.
A low humming noise emitted from Harry's chest, and Daphne looked away from their hands to his face, below his eyes and over his nose until she settled on his lips.
Okay, he won, he was turning her on and she missed him terribly.
Her stare lingered over his lips for a moment longer before she sucked in a sharp breath,
"This kind of reminds us that we got to finish our business here," he smirked, leaning forward, his other hand coming to play over waist.
Daphne closed the distance between them, her shoes creasing at the toes as her mouth covered his. Harry's forearm heavy against her throat.
Her hand fell limply to her side, no longer restrained by Harry's hold on her, but it was as good as useless as she stayed pushed firm against the bookshelf. There was no space left between the two of them. She could see Harry like this, in all his glory.
I can't wait anymore, I want him now, Daphne thought. Harry's arm was unrelenting against her throat, pinning her with ease.
Harry, whose eyes were the same green as the killing curse, the same Unforgivable she had been planning to mercilessly cast on her enemies numerous times, her favourite god damn color.
"Then let us finish." She said, static buzzing noisily in her ears. She was beginning to feel quite dizzy then, and she didn't know if it was from the onslaught against her windpipe or the magic that was slowly beginning to flounder around her. The sickness that settled in her gut was replaced by a dull sinking sensation. Harry's magic— his magic was doing something, and she wasn't quite sure what, but it was growing on her like a welcome second skin.
Harry leaned in, so close that their noses brushed, and her eyes fluttered shut as she enjoyed his touch. His warm skin against hers.
Her knees buckled, the dizziness finally starting to get to her. Harry in a silent whoosh as his mouth came over hers.
Daphne seized against the bookshelf, but Harry did not stop. No, he was kissing her, kissing her with the forceful nudge of his tongue against her lips. Kissing with the intention to take, with his arm still fixed against her throat and his intrusion into her mouth.
She placed a hand against him, pressing feebly. Harry's tongue had made it past her lips, against her teeth, and as another wave of nausea rolled on through her, she shoved harder against his chest. Harry gave way this time, but only marginally. Little space remained between them, even as he dropped his arm from her throat and she rasped for air. His magic continued to caress her; it filled her lungs with each deep inhale, burning.
"Fuck this is so good, you weren't that good before!"
Harry let out a small chuckle, and leaned in to kiss her again, this time without the assault against her anatomy. Nowhere to run, her hand pressed against his chest, the thrum of his heartbeat vibrating against her wrist. The increase of the heat became stronger when he started licking around her mouth.
The books behind them started to vibrate, His hand fell to her thigh then. His fingers clutched the underside of her thigh like a brand as he hiked it to his waist. Daphne's hair caught friction when she slid against the books.
His fingers slipped under the band of her underwear. And Daphne shuddered, how rough his hands were against her, were they always that rough?
She squirmed against the furniture as Harry started to peel her underwear, pulling them down her kicked-apart legs with precise slowness.
Her heart was thundering in her ears.
"have you thought about me while I was absent?" Harry said. Her underwear pooled at her ankles, and she lurched herself against the furniture supporting her as Harry's belt buckle pressed menacingly against her arse. His hand slid along her back, under her shirt and robes, and along the notches of her spine.
His fingers traveled further up her back, gently moving over her shoulder blades. The desk rattled against the wall and Harry shushed her with an almost compassionate scratch of his nails.
"Don't be silly, I have other things than just carrying for my dear husband."
Harry bit her lip, his nails still tracing designs under her clothes. He was still pushing against her, his clothed hips to her bare cunt.
Harry retracted his hand, back down the press of her spine and to her hip, gripping her meanly. "I asked you a question, Rhaenys," he murmured. "I advise that you answer it."
Oh boy, he called her by her real name, he only does that when he is extremely serious, "the bed is colder."
Harry was quiet for a moment, then let out a peel of raucous laughter
How he managed to lift her, and kissing her, a smile never left his face.
Daphne wondered what was weird about her answer but fuck that as long as she could enjoy the moment.
Harry suddenly felt a pull in the back of his mind, the grimoire was calling him.
"Fuck!" He hissed, pulling away from her.
"What's the matter?" She asked, breathlessly.
Harry grasped the grimoire and opened it, he cursed his lips and glared at her to say something but she smiled. "Go," she gave him a soft kiss.
Once Harry disappeared, Daphne hit her head with the shelf behind, "bad timing, a fucking bad timing!" She took a deep breath, and went back to her work.
As she digged into between the lines of every possible dark magick book, she noticed a large volume, bound in faded black leather belonging to the medieval era.
'Secrets of the Darkest Art' the title was interesting but when she opened it, there was dozens of dark pieces of information about the Secrets of the human soul, but one page was missing. She went to the index and the name of the missing page was removed.
She focused her magic on it, casting multiple spells similar to Reparo and Revelio a few times but nothing seemed to work. Lost in time she noticed drops of blood falling on the pages.
Touching her nose she found it bleeding, the alert for her to stop or she may hurt her baby.
Harry saw the red letters that burn the pages of his grimoire, so he picked his new pencil.
A tool that was gifted to him, a gift from his brother-in-law Potiphar for his recovery.
"It is a magical portkey that takes you to anywhere you desire, the Captain made it himself so that it could be limitless of use, think of a place and puff! You are there," Larken, a knight that participated in Mesopotamia, was the one who handed it to him.
Harry was the heir of Europe's most favourite portkey company however the pencil was developed better.
It was not a mere gift out of love, but a tool so that Harry can serve the purpose. He knew the man for his duty self character, he never met Vanya but rumours said Potiphar is man married to his duty and his wife was legend among the court, Vanya the titania, Harry heard of her her title among the court, the challenge woman that even her father preferred to seek the counseling out of her. The rest seemed to be me less, he's wife was known of her wickedness and strength, they said that out of her siblings she was the one that does what she pleased and used to torment who ever harmed her, he heard that she and the queen mother had a fight years ago that caused the queen miscarriage. Harry connected the dots and could finally relate to the reason why there was a burn scar on his wife's neck. The Vasilian dynasty had angry issues that was certain and they made great warriors and picked the best of wizards and turned them into knights, they built an army but with the civil war the military ward has weakened,au contrary to the Hecate dynasty that lived in the shadows.
Diane chose to end the era of the Vasilians knowing that arrogance could be the befall of her family, she picked an ally in his family to serve the land of man.
And so Harry found himself at the metro station of London. As he walked down the station following his senses, he turned around and found an invisible ward.
"This is… a wall?"
He pounded on the invisible barrier and tried to scream towards the outside, but there was no response. The people outside walked by, taking no notice of him. Occasionally, someone would walk down the stairs into the station, but the moment they reached the invisible wall, they disappeared. Compared to the outside,
it seemed like this place was in a separate dimension.
As Harry used all his strength to try and force his way out, he received another message from the grimoire. With a heavy sigh, he turned around. The station had transformed, combining its natural interior with elements of a jungle. The walls were covered in vines, and the smell of rotting corpses stabbed at Harry's nose.
Harry uttered simply, "fuck…"
The place became a dungeon to him now, alone.
If retreat wasn't an option, the only way was forward. Harry gulped as he slowly descended the stairs into the station. He held his breath
and looked around, but did not sense anything. Yet he could not relax; carelessness
was not allowed. Even among the weakest and lowered magic beasts, there were ones that could hide their presence. Rather, it was because they were lower level that they had to hide their presence and attempt an ambush.
He passed by a bathroom and came upon an underground shops. The various storefronts were in a state of deterioration. With no humans in sight, the dimly lit area was reminiscent of an apocalyptic movie. A hair-raising chill washed over Harry.
Flicker– flicker–
As if on their last legs, several of the ceiling lights flickered on and off. Walking on weeds that grew out from broken tiles, Harry looked around anxiously.
"..."
His surroundings were empty, but he felt something looking at him. ' this smell.'
A strong stench of a rotting corpse was coming from somewhere. A beast for certain.
However, he could not pinpoint its location. It was almost as if was waiting to ambush
a prey.
'So you're gonna hide and wait for an opportunity, eh?'
Then he'll give it an opportunity.
Harry turned around and showed his back on purpose, then slowly walked in the
direction he came from. Predators tended to attack a prey's exposed back; the beasttype magic beasts were no different.
It was after he took his third step– Shatter!
The windows of a clothing storefront broke apart as something leaped through it from
inside. The moment it landed on the floor, it immediately jumped again towards the back of Harry's neck.
Roar!
Having already anticipated the attack, Harry responded to the creature's roar by
swinging his wand as he turned around. It was an impressive reflex!
Slash–!
The sharp spell caught the chin of the attacking beast as it swung through the air. Falling away, the beast shrieked as it rolled on the ground.
Whimper– whimper–
It was a large wolf with red furs. Having lost its entire snout, the wolf tossed and turned on the ground in pain.
A lycan!?
'Are you fucking kidding me!?'
They are not intelligent creatures according to Hagrid but strong compared to their other species.
'No time to think about it!'
With the beast writhing on the ground in pain, the opportunity to finish it was now.
Harry ran across the distance between the two. He brought down his sword as he reached the beast. Its head was cleanly separated from its body.
The Lycan let out a death rattle as it passed.
"Nice shot!"
He stopped himself in thought. Every magic beast found had a magic core or anything; sometimes, a single magic beast could carry multiple cores.
As he searched in the body for stuff to take, bone or anything worth it.
His own time to celebrate ended shortly. From the broken window, two more Lycans
that were hiding in the darkness came out. He could handle them but those two were followed by a dozen or more.
"Fuck!"
…..
His surroundings blurred. Harry became slightly dizzy as the world came back to
him. Looking around, he was standing in the middle of a normal metro station. The
lights were on brightly.
"But where is everyone?"
On top of the lack of humans, there were no metros either. Wondering if it was past the time to close down, Harry checked the time. The clock was pointing to 10 p.m. He had entered the dungeon a little after lunch and had spent nearly nine hours in it.
Harry didn't know how long has been down there because his hunt seemed to be a large number of beasts as he glared down at his tattered clothes.
'A lot of time passed.' he probably would've
collapsed a while ago.
'Still, it's too early for the metro to stop running.'
After waiting a bit he decided to return to Grimmauld place instead. Summoning the knight bus Harry, put down a hoodie to hide his face.
His face was brutal enough from his battle.
"Sir! Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on
board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. Oh hello there Mr Potter!" Stan babbled. It was, however, a human voice that rather sounded welcome to Harry.
Not long Harry stopped a few blocks away from Grimmauld, as he knocked on the house.
Mrs Weasley was the one who opened the door and she almost fainted by the surprise she got.
"Hey! Mrs Weasley!" He waved his hand.
Mrs Weasley immediately fainted at the sight of Harry covered in blood.
Daphne was the second in tail that came to the door and she was stunned but recovered soon enough.
"Why is he always in blood?" Molly muttered, while Daphne helped her up.
"Nothing serious I hope," The blonde said, covering her nose.
"I stink that much,"
She nodded.
"A dog fight, no worries," he laughed, carrying Mrs Weasley to the drawing room. "What day are we?"
Daphne looked at him as if he grew a second head, when she told him that it was Sunday, Harry was the one to be surprised. He was absent for an entire day.
Daphne soon gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek but moved away immediately saying that he smelt like horse shit.
When he noticed the amount of Whispers of magic he glanced at her with raised brow, for details, she replied narrowing her eyes, "Dumbledore is having his order meeting,"
"Is he?" Harry raised his both brows and decided to walk in. He stopped midway and glared around when he noticed that the walls seemed a little bit darker.
He ignored his magical whispers and burst into the kitchen where the order usually gathered for the meeting.
"I hope I'm not intruding," he smiled. He could see the irritation on the faces of the gathering.
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, amusement showing over his old wrinkled face, caressing his long Merlin beard, "we have been expecting you, my dear Harry!"
As the spring term progressed, Harry started joining the Order of phoenix meetings regularly. His wife strangely was joining in the meetings as she took over his work in reading every contract Mr Knightwalker brought before he sign any of it during his short visits, In some way she was getting better with business and organising their life, making it easier to him. Not to mention surprising him with a welcoming smile and a pile of food cooked by her.
"She is this far my favourite apprentice," Molly told him, secretly.
The Weasleys loved her, whatever charm she used it worked, Bill adored her and Charlie played with her calling her around shortly whatever he was present.
"–As I said, the number of kidnapped muggle-borns is increasing," Kingsley continued.
"And Deatheaters are getting killed regularly," Tonks added.
The headmaster sat in silence, pondering how he would go about the next mission. Voldemort was hiding again and Godric only knows what kind of plan is preparing for this time, he stared at Harry, he knew that the young Gryffindor has changed the moment he woke up, and the change was not in his favour.
Dumbledore was so preoccupied with his thoughts, he did not even notice that the young man was in heated argument with Severus.
"–Would Potter enlighten us of what he finds funny about this?" Snape sneered, and Harry found himself the center of attention.
"That both sides are losing for mysterious reasons, perhaps you as a member of You-knew-who ranks could possibly tell us?" Harry fought back.
"The dark lord expressed his anger at his followers and dismissed them all. You are clearly the chosen one, aren't you seeing any visions?"
"I am a the chosen one not a spy, that is your job if I remember, and no I rarely see anything this days,"
"Mr Potter, being the chosen one means that your task is to destroy you-knew-who, however you are not paying that any attention and as your teacher mentioned, you have been absent rather a lot recently, it is clear that you are showing no interest in such a noble task!" A man said, almost in his sixties, wearing a green hat, with a brown beard around his chain, dangling in curls.
Harry felt the attention of the Order all shift to him, and he swore that Dumbledore is enjoying this situation to see how would Harry react, Harry took a deep breath, he was drained of magic and needs a fucking good shower, "My job is to protect realm of man I am completely full aware of that, but how how would I fight if I am not prepared, you all have seen the cost of a clash with the dark lord, I won't have another losing battle without knowing my enemy, I made agreement with headmaster about this!"
"It is! But the order is wondering if you are aware about the recent crimes, how do we know it's not you, revenge for Sirius Black!"
"Mr Henderson!" It was Daphne who decided to interrupt, Harry saw that as a signal and decided to retreat, "if I remember your great grandfather, Anthony was in Nostradamus coven, am I correct?" The youngest female that decided to join the meeting, spoke softly.
"He was, what does that has to do with our problems?!"
"And he was a believer, getting himself sunk in debts of the Scotlandians and almost got himself and his family killed by charges of witchcraft, if it was not for Abigail Potter who sheltered him and paid his debts, am I correct?"
"Y-you are correct, miss," the man stuttered.
Harry tried not to act surprised and remained calm.
"And what was the oath of the debt, would you care to remind us?"
"To be at the service of the Potters…"
"And now you are belittling the lord of the house itself that your ancestors swore to follow and serve,"
"You are misleading my words, Miss, I'm only trying to advice you fiancé,"
"–My future lord husband here has gave his word to the Order and if you mistrust his words you are no different than any of those who are opposite to Dumbledore," She declared and Harry couldn't be any prouder of her than now, a force lady of his house.
The man seemed to swallow his own pride and glared at Dumbledore with a red face, but Daphne to end the tension, offered a peace offer, " I heard you like your tea with petals, I hope I'm correct," she smiled, handing him a met her stare when she bowed her head to him.
"Forgive me gents, I shall pay my respect for those who died for the cause, You-know-who, is gathering supporters, what are they saying about him Mundungus?" Harry turned to one of Sirius Black's old allies.
Mundungus Fletcher stumbled, straightening himself, " many many criminals sees him as the hero that will bring them justice against muggle world,"
" Overthrow the governments through the people," Remus commented, "Using the same technique of Gellert Grindelwald,"
Harry heard whispers of the members as they nodded, Mrs Longbottom scuffed. "And yet the old fool failed thanks to Albus here,"
"Grindelwald didn't had the mountains' giants and other beasts sworn to follow him, you-knew-who have," Bill said behind, as he was resting his back against the old dirty wall.
"Dementors too," Tonks whispered.
Mad eyes stepped in, "He is getting rid of those who are worthless or suspected of being corrupted with his inner circle."
"Has anyone seen Bellatrix Lestrange recently?" Harry asked him.
They all stared at Snape who shook his head. "Bella has taken hard the loss of her sister saying that it was a waste to lose a pure blood," he paused for a few moments, "She took off with Dolohov and hasn't heard of her ever since,"
"She will try to contact her nephew Draco Malfoy," Daphne said.
"We also have another problem!" Mundungus Fletcher spoke.
"Which is, " Remus rolled his eyes.
"In case you all forgot, Lucius Malfoy plunged the black market into a pool of debt and most merchants sold their possessions to him!"
"What!?"
After the meeting and serving the dinner for the guests, Harry found his wife in her room, combing her hair, resting his hands on her bare shoulders, kissing the crown of her head before heading to the shower.
"You are killing yourself, " she told him through the mirror. "You can't live two lives,"
"You did,"
"And look at me now!"
"There is nothing wrong with you, "
"I won't argue with you, just clean yourself, you stink like shits of Hog's head," she left the room. Daphne knows that he won't listen, he dedicated his life for his cause and she swore to follow him, they have a routine now, she doesn't ask him questions and neither does her as long as they are both safe, but when he pop up at the door with tattered clothes and blood all over him, she wants to choke him to death instead.
"Thank you, love!" He called. She heard him and took a weary sigh, he will be the end of her.
...
"You coming right?" He asked as he wore his trousers again ready to return to Hogwarts.
"Next week, you say?" Daphne sat wrapping her naked form with a thick blanket, she was feeling cold recently.
"I haven't played in ages, Johnson said it's okay," Harry nodded, humming, it was something that made her heart flatter to see him happy even through crucial times.
She approached him from behind, wrapping her arms around his neck, "if you make sure to win for me I will!"
"Is that a challenge?"
"It is, Potter." She kissed the tip of his nose before he disappeared behind the door, Leaving her in the darkness alone, "well, I'm not alone isn't it right, Mon petit Bambino!" She massage her stomach,
"Are you a boy or a girl?" She whispered closely when there was a little tickle, Daphne moaned sadly, it didn't want to tell her yet, there was a ward cycling it, she huffed and started singing to it, feeling the baby crawling around.
She thought why her mother was able to know them all, she tried by asking and it refused. A little spell won't harm.
"I hope you are a boy! Don't tell papa, that's our secret, Ah! You love my voi–" the door opened wide and she snatched back the blanket to cover herself when she realized it was Harry.
He was breathing heavily as he walked to her, "did you forget something?" She asked to search around. Innocently.
"I DID!" He dropped to his knees in front of her, "I forgot to say goodbye to my miracle here," he said, kissing the stomach, and giving the baby tiny energy to deliver his love.
Daphne yanked him to her, "since you are back! I'm in the mood for another around," she nipped on his lips.
"Bu–" Harry protested but she silent him with her lips on his earlobe.
"You win! Fuck…" he hissed, grasping each cheek of her bossom tightly as she kept her intercourse on his neck, Harry waved his wand and his clothes disappeared in a flash.
Her eyes heated and dropped him on the sofa, Harry's body started glowing golden as he felt his energy rising with each kiss and straddle.
Daphne sat on the edge of the bed, holding his cock in her fingers, giving it a chaste kisses before she swallowed it all into her.
Licking him and playing with his balls, Harry kept swearing under his tongue, as she increased her speed once he come in her mouth, she licked the glowing soil slowly, enjoying it like a sweet of the sweets.
Harry settled his breathes and looked boredely, "well, You done?"
Daphne nodded and yelped when he yanked her rather violently to him, taking her neck like a vampire would hunt a prey.
Moaning as he did that to her, his other hand stroked between her lips down.
"More…" she said, giving more speed to his fingers down there, she was in flames in both areas of her body.
As he obliged his green eyes rested on the little glowing veins inside the womb, that belonged to their little babe.
'it seems that I should put it in,' Harry thought, lifting Daphne up and pushing his cock inside her pussy, she gave a long moan as he filled himself all in, the glow brightened, he stared up at his wife's face, so if she desired so is the the babe react with her, he stroked into her more but something felt odd in him, he wanted her on her four, he rolled her and she instinctively acted, it was like a lion taking his lioness.
"Harder! faster!" She ordered, He obliged.
Fleur and Tonks were talking as they chose to stay overnight after the meeting, they stopped at the hall as they heard humming coming out of the drawing room.
Looking over curiously, they found Daphne resting on the sofa, closed eyes with a cup of a a honey tea in her hand.
"Someone enjoyed it's nigh' eh?" Tonks leaned on her elbows over the sofa.
"Enjoy? Overwhelmed," she scuffed. She sat and leant forward, "I wonder if Remus could compete?"
Tonks blinked and snapped laughing hysterically, "I kee' wondering ya kno' "
Fleur felt herself out of place blushing before Tonks leaned against her shoulder and smirked, "oh com' on! Ya did it!"
Now Daphne was more interested in Bill and Fleur's sex but the blonde changed the subject softly and kind of smartly.
Daphne used Wallburga's wand since she was forced to hold one after losing hers in Hogwarts, and closed the door on the girls, she asked Winky to bring for the ladies what they desire for for breakfast, "Now, why would you wonder about Remus?"
Tonks glanced away but both Fleur and Daphne rolled their eyes and laughed.
"Do you want to?" Fleur finally decided to join and drop her modesty.
"Want what?" Tonks turned at the girl.
"Are you dumb or originally a Hufflepuff?" Daphne snickers.
Tonks's hair turned red. "Shag Remus!" Fleur almost snapped.
"I- fuck ya of course!" She finally let out, smiling proudly.
"If you want too, surprise him and make a move it worked well for me,"
Fleur nodded in agreement, "I did zat, I mean not zat way as you described it, but it worked."
"Wear feminine stuff, "
"Not a strong perfume but nice and soft one,"
"Wear red! It works every time with them, I don't know why but it hits directly their manly instinct!"
Both Fleur and Daphne started talking, unstoppable while Tonks eagerly listened.
"Knowing Remus I would say he is rather shy because he is a werewolf, having superpower is dangerous especially in mating season, "
Tonks nodded, " I know that's why I don't use perfume or wear something flashing, it distracts him, especially at work!'
Daphne sighed and patted her legs, asking them to help her walk, she was too sore for her own good.
"Is Harry tha' good?" Tonks leaned, eyes wide.
"He's surpassing me," Daphne cried out, dramatically.
She took them to her room as they entered. They awed, piles of books were everywhere but the bedroom was the largest with its little sofa in and a table at the balcony.
"Sirius gave it to Harry saying it is the largest one here and Harry refused to move away, but it has its advantages," she smirked, opening the wardrobe that was charmed just like the tent.
It had clothes everywhere and it departed with the matching colours. Harry's side was not that large because he doesn't own many clothes but few here and there most of them were taking just one shelf.
"I have to take care of my subscription at the shops, I can't spend like I used to but…" she took a deep sigh, looking like a soaked puppy as she leant and caressed one of her fur coats, to say the truth, she had always had a secret obsession to clothes and those were hidden all at Tracey's or somewhere else as long as Cyrus doesn't know, she had her own way in taking something, and rather stealing something if she used sometime magic on people to take it free.
Tracey…
She wanted to cry, she missed her mischievous friend and the white nights by her company, she sniffed and turned excited at Tonks, "you will have a red night, in Asia this is the synonyms of a whoring night, and my dear you would kiss me by morning," she started picking clothes.
"I can't accept," Tonks refused taking the clothes but Daphne insisted.
"Don't be silly besides, " she took one dress to herself and glared at them, with a mischievous smirk, "we are going to a nightclub tonight,"
The menacing wizard gripped the armrests of his leather chair as he gazed, transfixed, into the blazing fire.
Reading the newspapers, Potter declared a media war against him, he laughed.
A smart cunning move, to push the eyes away from the boy. He tightened his grip until his knuckles shone white against the blackness of the armrests.
Harry Potter gained the favour of the king and his men after his heroic act in Mestopomia.
And the wicked witch that supposed to be his loyal Deatheater had joined against him and decided to follow Harry.
"I vowed to God that I shall not interfere with mortal affairs any longer and I attend to keep my word Tom, I won't be part of any of this war you're attempting to create…,"
She told him, the great dark wizard, fearlessly those words as if he was playing a child game of war, as it was beneath her, if that was how she looked at him, he needed to remind the work of what means Voldemort, and the fear in core for belittling him.
If only he could find a follower who was as loyal as Peter Pettigrew had been. Peter was there for Voldemort from the beginning to the end—but only in fear. Voldemort needed a follower he could trust as much as he trusted himself, one nothing like the rest of his Death Eaters. They were all useless, old, dead, or about to be dead if he had any say in it. What he needed was someone new, someone who would be thrilled at the thought of being at the side of the greatest wizard in the world.
Too excited to remain seated, the Dark Lord jumped up and ran over to his window to look outside. The scene below was what some might term quaint with the small village nestled far down the hill from Riddle Mansion, the home he had inherited upon his father's unfortunate demise.
"The ritual is prepared my lord," Nagini bowed at the door.
Voldemort threw his cloak over his shoulder and rolled up the sleeve on his left arm to expose the pale white flesh beneath. In sharp contrast, a tattoo of a snake slithering in and out of a skull caught his focus. He flicked his wand over it to call forth his favourite snake.
It's time for his play to start.