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Having not cared for the sport in the previous timeline, she was unaware of the song or the match's events, and was oblivious to Harry's involvement in Umbridge's ban on Quidditch. Recollecting her past, she hadn't attended every Quidditch match, only deeming those involving Slytherin as significant, however, she recalled skipping this particular one due to Tracey's sudden allergic reaction during lunch, necessitating a swift trip to the infirmary. This time, her and Harry's meticulously laid plans for lunch and the series of troubles that disrupted them, culminating in McGonagall's timely intervention against Umbridge, had disrupted the course of fate - Tracey's allergy didn't resurface, thanks to dining with Astoria this time. Not for the first time, Daphne was a little weirded out at the splitting of timelines.
The winds of victory once more favoured Gryffindor, their triumph echoing across the hallowed grounds of that all-important Quidditch pitch. This match, an exhilarating spectacle, showcased Harry's extraordinary performance to its maximum, as he pulled off manoeuvres that wouldn't be invented for another decade, thoroughly flying circles around Malfoy. Amidst the jubilation, Harry spotted her amidst the bustling crowd, and with a wave and playful wink, their exchange ignited a flush of colour on Daphne's cheeks. Her supportive gestures seemed to fuel Harry's spirit as he seized the elusive snitch, prompting a frustrated outcry from Malfoy. Yet, in the midst of the glory, discordant notes marred the celebration—the dissonant and disrespectful song sung proudly by most Slytherins. As a member of the house, Daphne held a fierce desire to quell their insolence in one decisive action. If lunch caused some heads to turn, this would cause a riot.
Amidst the disapproving gazes cast her way during the song, despite already clad in Harry's uniform, Daphne responded with a weary sigh. Yet, solace came with Harry's thoughtful gesture upon spotting her amidst the crowd.
As the match drew to a close, Daphne hastened from the stands. Initially planning to meet Harry near the Gryffindor changing room after the match to avoid the hateful glances, she abandoned the waiting game and treaded onto the pitch herself. As she neared the pitch's edge, she waved at Harry, who was still celebrating their triumph amidst the airborne chaos. Harry's face lit up upon seeing Daphne approach, prompting his descent.
Confusion enveloped the players as Harry landed, teasing comments ensued at the sight of Daphne Greengrass adorned in Harry's jersey.
"Daph! I thought you'd wait by the changing room!" Harry exclaimed, embracing her and planting an affectionate kiss on her cheek upon landing, his face radiating pure joy. Daphne blushed at his gesture and giggled in delight.
"I couldn't resist the opportunity, could I? Everyone ought to know you're mine, Harry Potter!" she whispered playfully. Harry chuckled before bestowing a kiss upon her lips.
Observers, players, and spectators alike were taken aback by his action. George and Fred whistled playfully at the sight.
"Harry!" she protested with a playful tone after reluctantly parting for air from his unexpected kiss, her face flushed. "But as the champion of this match, you have the privilege to kiss me again!" Daphne whispered mischievously, winking at him.
"Oh! So the rumours are true, huh?" teased Angelina, approaching with a grin. Both responded with unashamed smiles.
"Today, Potter, you've broken every girl's heart! Lucky you!" Fred exclaimed jokingly, dramatically clutching his chest.
"The day has finally come! Little Harrykins isn't a tiny tot anymore!" George chimed in, pretending to be sage. "Potter's got a girlfriend! Potter's got a girlfriend!" they chanted in unison. Harry simply laughed as he departed the field hand in hand with Daphne.
"Where are you two off to now?" Angelina inquired.
"Somewhere quieter!" Harry replied casually, wincing as his girlfriend lightly nudged his shoulder. He grinned at Daphne's playful glare.
"We were merely seeking a spot for a chat, Ms. Johnson," Daphne stated, correcting Harry with a smile.
She seemed sceptical of Daphne's answer, more inclined to believe Harry's. "It's Angelina, Ms. Greengrass, if you're sticking with that goofball,"
"Hey!" Harry protested with a grin.
Daphne giggled, "Fine, Angelina. Just call me Daphne."
Angelina nodded emphatically, nearly shouting, "Don't forget, we're throwing a party later! You two better show up, or I'll come find you!"
"Absolutely, Angelina! Count us in!" Harry waved and gave her a thumbs-up, chuckling.
"Ah... he's officially off the market," Alicia remarked with a wide grin, observing Harry and Daphne departing.
Angelina playfully nudged Alicia's shoulder, "Stop that! Fred would have a fit if he knew you were eyeing Harry,"
Rolling her eyes, Alicia nudged her back, "I was kidding!"
"I know!" she laughed, "Where are the boys and Katie?
In the hushed corridor, Harry emerged from the bathroom, ruffling his hair dry, his chest bared. His attention caught by Daphne, engrossed in her writings, he spoke, "I didn't know you kept a journal."
Startled, Daphne snapped her notebook shut, glaring at Harry. "Damn! You don't need to scare me!" she chided, lips forming a playful pout.
Harry scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, sorry… Didn't mean to," he admitted, retrieving his T-shirt from his bag. As he dressed swiftly, Daphne continued her teasing, pursing her lips in response to his playful banter.
"Like what you see?" Harry grinned.
Rolling her eyes, Daphne blushed before replying, "Of course!"
Slipping her journal into her bag, she returned to the matter at hand. "I found inspiration in your parents; they kept journals, and I suspect my father did too. I'd glimpse him hiding a small one in his drawer. Initially indifferent, I realised its significance through you. Your enthusiasm when you speak of it... I wish to create a memento for our future generations," she explained, a smile gracing her lips. "I began just last month! Perhaps you'd like to start too?"
Harry nodded thoughtfully. "Doesn't sound like a bad idea," he agreed, settling beside Daphne and planting a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"Oh! I'm sorry I left you alone in the Great Hall," Harry shifted the conversation. "Angelina had Ron and me getting ready. I worried when I couldn't find you for our plans. You seemed dishevelled when you arrived. Did something happen?" Concern laced her voice as Harry drew her closer, wrapping an arm around her.
Taking a deep breath, Daphne began, "A lot, actually... I had a row with Malfoy last night. He insulted you, and then he tried to provoke Tracey with his usual brain dead words. She remained composed, but I was about five seconds away from… well Malfoy would probably be in the Hospital Wing, unable to play, and you'd have won easily."
Harry grimaced at the underlying tension. "Sounds like there's more to it."
"Well I was cornered by Hermione before lunch. That's why I was late,"
Harry signed in exasperation as he massaged at his temples lightly. "Speaking as someone who's been her friend for well over 10 years, I'm sorry you had to go through that."
Daphne giggled, reassuring him. "No harm done, really. I figured out why she was causing such a fit about things at the meeting. She accused me of influencing you to favour me over her." Harry's eyes widened in disbelief.
"What? That's… That's insane!" he exclaimed. "All of this because we wanted to ensure the safety of the study group? She jumps to brainwashing or potions?" Harry was incredulous. "So she accuses you, then wants to talk to me but does so by talking to you? Why not approach me directly in the common room? I'm always there. Why the detour through you?" he grumbled, annoyance colouring his tone.
"I mentioned that too, that she could easily just catch you at any time," Daphne pointed out, seeking an explanation. "She thinks you are avoiding her."
Harry sighed, rubbing his face in frustration. "I haven't been avoiding her. I'm waiting for her to make the first move. I don't need her forgiveness, so why should I approach her first? She initiated all of this," he explained, a hint of irritation in his voice.
"So... you haven't spoken to Granger? I think that is the definition of avoiding."
Harry let out a curse. "Yeah, you are probably right. I might, but not this week. It's hard, being back here and not having the same friends. Originally, Hermione lost a lot of respect for authority, and was more open to rebellion. Then after the war, it changed all of us. Having to face her… I already know she's not going to understand, and it's not like we can tell her the truth either. I'll talk to her in a week or so."
Daphne gave him a hug and kissed his cheek, "Harry, don't keep her waiting. I understand, but I'm afraid she will just take it harder the longer you wait."
"Let's just hope she's realised she was wrong and apologises," Harry mused, his expression hopeful yet guarded. "She'll need to earn my trust again.. I know she's not the Hermione that I went to war with, but, I'm not the angsty teenager that she knew either…"
"You can be quite childish at times," she teased, thoroughly amused.
"Well, my brain is being flooded with 15-year-old hormones at the moment, so yeah!" he pouted.
"I know what you mean… I haven't felt this petty and vindictive over small things in a decade…" Daphne agreed, nodding. "Oh!, speaking of petty and vindictive, Umbridge nearly gave me a detention when you kissed me. Thankfully, McGonagall and Flitwick intervened."
"I'm really sorry," Harry apologised, a tinge of guilt evident. "I thought Umbridge wouldn't do anything about it. Sometimes I wish we could just act like aurors and beat her arse all the way to Azkaban," He said with a sigh. "Fucking time travel… Having to walk on eggshells to avoid suspicion… Well thank Merlin that McGonagall helped you escape that detention. I'll thank her later. So what did she do?" he asked, curious about his head of house's actions.
"Looks like McGonagall's on our side then! Having her support will make things easier... Maybe we can even get you up to the common room sometime," Harry suggested optimistically, earning a disbelieving snort from Daphne. "Speaking of Gryffindor house, let's not keep Angelina waiting any longer! Since you've got the ticket, you're coming with me to the party!" Harry exclaimed with excitement, urging them to head off before Angelina organised a search party for them.
They arrived at the celebration party for winning the first Quidditch match in the courtyard outside Professor McGonagall's office right on time. Nearly all the students from Gryffindor house were present to celebrate.
"HEY! Harry's here!" exclaimed Seamus enthusiastically. "And look who he brought!" he teased, whistling, and then chuckled, "You lucky devil!"
"Hey, everyone! Did we miss the fun?" Harry said, pretending not to catch Seamus' teasing.
"You're right on time, Harry!" said Collin, his eyes sparkling upon seeing his idol approach. "Hi, um, welcome to the Gryffindor's post-match party," he greeted nervously.
With a smile, she replied, "Thanks, Mr…,"
"Ah! Colin Creevey, fourth year!" he blurted out, his face reddening with embarrassment.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Creevey. Thank you!" she said with a wink.
Seeing that, Harry couldn't help but grin in amusement.
"Perhaps you should introduce your companion, Harry!" suggested Lavender, her expression hungry for gossip.
Harry nearly rolled his eyes. 'Tomorrow's going to be wild,' he thought resignedly. "Alright, since you asked nicely… Guys, this is Daphne Greengrass, my girlfriend! Daphne, meet the students of Gryffindor house," Harry announced, greeted by a range of expressions. Predictably, anger and jealousy dominated among those who were previously content with Harry's single status.
"Nice to meet you all!" Daphne said with an awkward smile, Harry still holding her hand, gently reassuring her with a squeeze.
"Congratulations, Harry! Finally not flying solo, eh?" Dean joked, approaching him. "You owe us a story!" He handed two bottles of butterbeer to Harry, who happily accepted and gave one to Daphne. "Hello, Greengrass! If this one here does anything out of line, you let me know! I'll sort him out!" Dean said charmingly.
"Hey, don't hassle my girlfriend!" Harry mock-angered, playfully pushing Dean while laughing.
"Don't worry, Harry's a gentleman, but if he does something, I'll curse him first," Daphne said with disbelief, followed by laughter from Dean and the others.
"Fair play! Hope it's a good curse!" Dean said, nodding in agreement as he found her reasoning acceptable.
"Get lost!" Harry said, playfully shoving Dean away, who left laughing and happily approached other students still without butterbeer.
"They're quite a riot!" she commented after taking a sip of her butterbeer.
Harry just rolled his eyes. "You have no idea! Dean's a great guy, and Collin is more loyal than a Hufflepuff… Seamus though, he snores almost as bad as Ron." They shared a laugh as they walked around the courtyard. "Well let's find my teammates first!" Harry scanned the courtyard and guided Daphne to where the Quidditch members were gathered around a table that had been conjured up, playing cards and sharing jokes.
"Ah! 7 of spades, 2 of diamonds! Bad luck." Harry remarked innocently, standing behind Katie, surprising everyone at the table.
Katie, holding the mentioned card, turned abruptly and glared at him. She seemed truly frustrated. "I'm out!" she exclaimed, tossing the cards. "I've been working up this bluff for five minutes! Thanks a lot, rookie!"
Harry took a seat next to her, with Daphne beside him. "Who you calling rookie, rookie? Besides you always sucked at Poker ever since we joined the team!" Katie gave a laugh and ruffled his hair.
"Like you're any better, Potter! You only like Five Card!" She turned to face Daphne with a smile. "Hello! Katie Bell, Harry's favourite teammate. We joined the team at the same time, so we suffered all the rookie hazing together. Break his heart and I'll drop you off the top of the Quidditch pitch."
Daphne matched her gaze and smiled as Harry, gave Katie a small push on the shoulder. "Ah don't worry, Katie. Daphne's great." He grabbed a corn chip off a nearby plate and dipped it in a bowl of salsa that was sitting in front of Katie. "You ought to talk to her friend Tracey, though. Quidditch maniac to the point she would make you and Wood blush…" He paused when his joke fell short on the group. "Why's everyone looking so down? We won, didn't we? Loosen up!" he asked, confused by the sombre expressions.
"Did something happen while I borrowed Harry?" she asked, equally puzzled as Harry.
Alicia turned towards her before answering. "Yeah, after you two left… Malfoy landed nearby, but I had to leave to meet up with Angelina for the post-match evaluation, so I missed exactly what happened," she said, glaring at the twins who were happily eating, seemingly oblivious.
Harry looked surprised, and Daphne subtly frowned at his reaction, planning to ask for an explanation later.
Katie downed her butterbeer in one go. "I was there! Malfoy showed up and started insulting us, you know how he is, always bitter after a loss! At first, it seemed like his usual sour remarks and envy, so I brushed it off. I figured not reacting would upset him more. But then, his insults turned personal, unrelated to Quidditch," she glanced at the twins, who were pretending not to listen while munching on chicken skewers. "I realised too late that Malfoy's words were aimed at the Weasley family. The twins' reactions said it all," she sighed, clearly annoyed. "Note to self: never make you two angry," she quipped, throwing a chip from her own pile of food at them.
"By the time Angelina and I returned to the pitch, they had already bludgeoned the gits. George even banished him with his wand before that toad Umbridge showed up with McGonagall and Flitwick," Alicia said darkly.
One of the twins spoke up with a laugh, "Don't fret, girls! We don't regret it, and he had it coming anyway!"
"He crossed a line he shouldn't have. But it seems his brain took a vacation long ago. We just helped him jog his memory,"
"That ought to make him appreciate life a little more! We are quite generous, you know! Such thoughtful teachers of morals." Fred crossed his arms.
"I think we should've hit him harder, Sir Freddrick," George said, sipping his butterbeer elegantly, as if at a tea party.
"Absolutely, Sir Georgeington! But I only used my bat, you were the one waving the wand! Although you did break a few of his bones."
Angelina smacked the back of the twins' heads. "And because you two got provoked, we lost our Beaters! Do you realise how furious McGonagall was? I've never seen her that angry; I don't want excuses, I want you to find replacements soon!" She said angrily.
George winced at the mention of their respected Head of House before responding, "Relax, Angie! You'll manage fine without us! As for replacements… perhaps you should hold trials soon!" he suggested casually, rubbing his back.
Fred nodded in agreement.
Angelina narrowed her eyes, sceptical of their words.
"I'm serious, Weasleys! Our next match is in March. I know it's months away, but there is no way that replacements will be as good as you in such a short time! They still need a lot of practice!"
"Angelina's got a point, you know!" said Harry, breaking his silence to listen to their tale.
The twins sulked as they listened to their seeker on Angelina's side. "Are you not proud that we kicked his arse?" Fred gasped dramatically.
Harry almost rolled his eyes. "That's not what I meant."
"Harry means that you two should participate in their training as well, not just help the search for new candidate for the Beaters position," said Daphne.
"Yes! That's what I meant!" He shook her head in amusement.
The twins glanced at each other, then at Harry and Angelina.
"Why?" asked George.
Fred nodded. "If you don't know, Harrykins, we're banned from playing for life!"
"So what? You want our win streak to end today? We still have three more matches to become champions!" Harry said stubbornly.
"And I'm sure Professor McGonagall will be devastated if Gryffindor loses the next match, and Professor Snape won't stop mocking and gloating about Slytherin's luck, still having a chance at the cup. She won't hold back her rants at you guys," added Daphne, fueling their emotions.
Almost all the team winced at Daphne's point about their head of house. McGonagall, strict and deeply passionate about Quidditch, wanted her house to win almost as much as they didn't want to disappoint her.
"Daphne's right! McGonagall really wants us to win the cup after no matches last year, and this year is my last chance to play for this team! I know you two are frustrated, but please, you can still help with their training! Umbridge only said you were banned from playing, not from coaching," Angelina said with a smirk.
The twins exchanged glances, silently communicating.
"Alright, we don't mind being present at the trials and training afterward, but have you consider finding your own replacements. Like you said, we're in our last year, and Harry will need two additional chasers for next year. The sooner they're ready, the better. What do you think? At least you'd know your successor!" suggested George.
"I'll be there for the trials!" Harry volunteered eagerly.
"I'll join too; those two chasers will be my partners next year, so it will be good to get some insights," Katie chimed in.
Angelina considered George's suggestion with a pause. "Are you sure it's wise to recruit them now? We've never had reserves before, and it will mean increasing our training regiments. Honestly, I'm not sure," she admitted.
"Come on, Angelina! We can train and guide them to our standards, and give the team a leg up on the others next year. It's something we need to pass on before we graduate!" Alicia persuaded while Katie nodded enthusiastically.
Everyone looked at Angelina hopefully. She sighed before making her decision.
"Fine, let's do it! Everyone agrees? I just want to be sure," she asked, glancing at her team and then at Daphne, suddenly realising she had been listening in on their plans.
"Don't worry about me, I hate the Slytherin team as much as any of you. I'd recommend Tracey as your reserve for next year. She's an excellent chaser, but unfortunately, she's a Slytherin." Daphne assured her.
"Your friend?" Angelina raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, she's my best friend. But because Malfoy's money controls the team, she can't play because she's a half-blood," Daphne said, resigned.
"That's unfortunate. Maybe you could have her swing by the pitch on our next practice?" Angelina suggested.
Daphne looked surprised. "Are you sure?"
"If what you said is true, it's a shame if she can't put her skills to use. It would be nice to have a new opponent for practices, and I have it on good authority that some scouts will be showing up to observe some of the trainings in the next few months." Angelina reasoned.
"Oh she would be thrilled! She wouldn't miss the opportunity to play friendly matches or practise. Tracey usually trains near the Black Lake when she can, it's her dream to become a quidditch player, so she uses the trees in the forest to help her with dodging. Thanks, Angelina!" Daphne smiled sincerely.
"Don't mention it! It's Slytherin's loss not to recruit her. She's certainly motivated if her goal is to be a Quidditch athlete, unlike half the trolls on your team. They just want the fame of being on the team without putting in any real work." Angelina grinned. "So, does everyone agree?"
Seeing nods from all the team members, Angelina raised her bottle. "Then, let's toast!"
"For the GRYFFINDOR QUIDDITCH TEAM! CHEERS!"
"CHEERS!"
"Where's Ron?" Harry inquired, his eyes scanning the table.
"He's brooding somewhere," Fred remarked with an air of nonchalance.
"Just let him be, mate. He'll emerge when hunger strikes," George added casually.
Harry shook his head, taken aback by the twins' seeming indifference. Ron had borne the brunt of the songs, yet there was a curious lack of concern, even from his own brothers.
"Where are you heading, Harry?" Katie queried as she observed his movement.
"Looking for Ron. Care to join, Daphne?" Harry extended the invitation, and she nodded, accompanying him towards the other side of the room.
"Do you have any idea of where he might be?" Daphne inquired as they gathered food from a nearby table, intending to share it during their search.
"Probably off alone. Last time he was so mortified he tried to quit the team, so it may be a bit before we find him. Pity the map is still upstairs.," Harry replied, swiftly opening a door to the east wing of the school.
"It's surprising that McGonagall let the festivity continue after the twins' antics on the pitch. I wonder why?" mused Daphne.
"Likely an attempt to lighten the atmosphere. Both McGonagall and Flitwick appear uneasy. I've caught McGonagall stealing glances towards Umbridge and Dumbledore at meals, clearly worried," observed Harry.
"She senses something amiss within the castle but treads cautiously. As if she knows there's a wolf in the field, but can't shoot because she may hit a sheep." Daphne nodded as they turned a corner.
"That makes sense. She's been on edge lately… I thought I was the only one who noticed," reflected Harry.
"You have an eye for peculiarities when you focus, Harry," teased Daphne.
"Comes with the job! Let's shift the discussion. What are we planning to do abou… Ah, there's Ron…" Harry's attention diverted as he spotted his friend trudging listlessly from a corridor. "RON!" he called out, beckoning him to join.
Ron's eyes widened, and with reluctance, he made his way over, still adorned in Gryffindor's jersey.
"Where have you been?" Harry inquired after conjuring a chair from a nearby empty classroom. "Come, sit!"
"Wandering," Ron muttered, sinking into the chair, avoiding eye contact. "I'm sorry," He mumbled, staring at his feet.
"For what?" inquired Harry, passing him a bottle of butterbeer, which Ron accepted hesitantly.
"For thinking I could handle Quidditch. I'm resigning first thing tomorrow."
"If you resign, we'll be left with only four players on the team," Harry pointed out. "Fred and George have been kicked off the team by Umbridge."
"What?" Ron nearly dropped the bottle.
"Careful, mate!" Harry chuckled.
Daphne recounted the entire episode while Harry leisurely nibbled on some food, even extending some to Ron, who accepted but hadn't partaken yet.
Upon hearing the narrative's conclusion, Ron appeared more distressed than before. "This is all my fault—"
"Why blame yourself? It's not on you. You weren't even there and neither was I! Your brothers did it to teach Malfoy a lesson, knowing that they would be punished, and it has no bearing on your abilities! You played great, better than in practice." Reassured Harry.
"Are you certain?" Ron asked tentatively, meeting Harry's gaze.
"Absolutely! When have I ever misled you?" grinned Harry, tossing him a cupcake, devoured by Ron in a single bite.
"No need for thanks, Ron! That's what friends do, right? The next match is months away. Relax, enjoy the revelry before Angelina hauls us off to practise. She's planning Beaters' and Chasers' trials soon," suggested Harry, prompting Daphne to beam proudly at how effectively he had managed Ron's mood.
"Why do they need Chasers too? You didn't mention the girls receiving a lifetime ban as well," puzzled Ron.
"It was George's idea. As they're graduating, they'll serve as reserves, but not be on the team until next year," explained Harry. "Angie is going to pass the team onto either me or Katie, so we will be there. You should come too!"
Ron nodded, his mouth full. "By the way, did you tell her about what we all talked about?" He reminded Harry, casting a glance at Daphne after swallowing.
"Right! I nearly forgot!" Harry turned to Daphne and divulged how a few students had clandestinely approached him the previous day. Daphne furrowed her brow, listening intently. "… Just like you said they would. How did you know someone would ask me about making a new group?" he inquired in amazement.
"Just a feeling," she shrugged. "So, what's your decision? I'll support you no matter what, but I think it's a good idea. I need to grow stronger too, after all." she encouraged.
"Yeah, what do you reckon?" Ron chimed in.
Swing his arm around Ron's shoulder, Harry replied, "I… I'll accept their proposal. With you and Daphne, that's nine."
"Can I invite Astoria and Tracey as well?" Daphne asked hopefully.
After a brief consideration, Harry nodded. "Yes, that would make it eleven. Perfect for pairing up while I instruct."
Daphne enveloped him in a hug before planting a kiss on his cheek, eliciting a blush from Harry. Ron grinned mischievously.
"Alright, Ron, could you inform them to assemble once it's safe? I'll be there," requested Harry.
"Got it!" Ron affirmed, giving him a thumbs up.
The night arrived swiftly, and Harry, accompanied by Daphne, arrived at the room Ron had designated. Right as they reached the door, Astoria and Tracey turned the corner from a nearby hall and joined them an hour before curfew, each with their own distinct aura.
Astoria's vibrant smile lit up her face upon meeting Harry in the corridor, her gaze fixed upon him with a myriad of unspoken questions behind her big, greyish-blue eyes. He couldn't help but gulp at the intensity and the slight familiarity he saw of her future copy.
Tracey, on the other hand, presented a different demeanour than the version Harry was used to. The war's scars had transformed her—awkward, uncertain, yet vigilant and guarded. This version of Tracey appealed to Harry more than her former self, her playfully cocky stance and tomboy-ish looks suited her more than the depressed shell of her future self. After a short greeting, they knocked on the door before walking inside.
"Are we late?" Harry apologised upon entering the room.
Susan cast a security charm, locking any access from eavesdroppers and potential intruders, and nodded in acknowledgment.
"Not at all, Harry. You're right on time!" Neville greeted them warmly. "Hi, Greengrass, Greengrass, Davis," he nodded to the Slytherins, as Astoria and Tracey returned the gesture.
"Don't be so formal, Longbottom," Daphne interjected with a smile.
Neville flushed in embarrassment.
"Thanks, Nev! You all seem fine with me bringing them along?" Harry inquired.
"Ron let us know to expect them earlier, so no issues at all," Padma said, smiling at the Slytherins.
"Good to know. I'd be upset if we encountered the same reception we had the last time we tried this," she teased innocently, reminding them of the previous incident during the original study group meeting.
"We're thrilled to have you here! It's a shame I didn't snag Harry first, but that's the way it goes!" Susan grinned mischievously.
"Mind your words, Bones!" Daphne cut in with a smirk. "It was bad enough that practically everyone in the castle was eyeing me like they were ready to pounce at my throat"
"Ha! You should have seen Lavender and Parvarti's faces when he kissed you on the pitch!" added Katie.
"Don't remind me… Your sister, Padma! She's something else! Can you lock her up somewhere with Brown? Oh, throw in Nott too. It's infuriating when those girls start shadowing my every move, scrutinising me, then exchanging glances with those dumb smirks! And Nott… Well I'll lock him in Moaning Myrtle's stall if he doesn't quit pestering me about it." Daphne vented irritably. "How can you and your sister be so different yet so alike?"
Padma chuckled. "I'm not sure it's my place to apologise for her behaviour. But yeah, I often ask myself the same question."
Daphne shook her head, amused.
"You should've seen Umbridge's glare during breakfast. She was practically shooting daggers at you two," warned Tracey.
"We're well aware," Daphne replied with a wince.
"What's her issue with you, Potter? I can't fathom her grudge," McMillan inquired, perplexed.
"Yeah, I wondered the same," added Neville.
"I have no clue, except that Dumbledore and I insisted Voldemort had returned and the Minister didn't like it so much. But it seems a bit excessive just because of that." Harry lied through his teeth. "Perhaps she's just sour she lost at my trial last summer?" Harry shrugged.
"That sounds childish, but then again, not many were fond of her, even at the Ministry. Auntie always looked so irritated whenever she had to deal with her, she'd get home and be ranting about Umbridge this, Umbridge that," Susan grimaced in disgust.
"Apologies for the abrupt change of subject, but I'm curious why we're here before curfew tonight? My sister mentioned something about Harry Potter arranging a new study group after dinner. I didn't join the last one, obviously, for reasons," interjected the youngest in the room knowingly.
"Yes, my apologies. Thanks, Ms. Greengrass, for the reminder!" Harry grinned at her.
She returned the grin. "Come on, Potter, it's Astoria. Any wizard that can get my sister to snog in front of the entire school better start using my first name!"
"Why do I get the feeling your sister is going to be the death of me?" he turned to Daphne who just giggled at his discomfort. "Well alright!" he turned to everyone in the room. "As promised, I'm here with an answer for you all." The room fell silent, every occupant attentive to Harry's words, recognizing the gravity of the moment. "I've contemplated it extensively for two days, weighing the pros and cons in my spare moments. But upon reconsidering our class experiences and our current circumstances, I realised that staying on the same path, merely envisioning something that might never come to pass, isn't sustainable. We've stagnated for far too long, and I want to change that. However, I don't want to undertake this half-heartedly; I want us to be dedicated. Not solely to survive a battle but to excel… Not just to pass exams. Any objections?"
Understanding Harry's intent crystal clear, everyone nodded in agreement.
"If not, do you object to using the contract again? This one is different from before, more secure and stringent. Its sole purpose is to safeguard us. If I must remind you, Umbridge holds an irrational grudge against me, and I don't want her animosity to affect any of you if she discovers your association with me."
They exchanged glances before engaging in a hushed discussion, especially the six who had initiated the plan. Meanwhile, Daphne briefed Astoria and Tracey about the significance of the contract, emphasising its importance for their protection.
After a few minutes Ron stepped forward from Harry's side and simply nodded in agreement. Shortly after, Susan, acting as spokesperson for the six students, spoke up. "We have no qualms about the contract, Harry. We understand its importance for our safety. Everyone here knows the stories about Umbridge and just how cruel she can be." She paused and thought for a minute. "So how will these sessions go? What all will we be learning?"
Harry breathed a sigh of relief at their acceptance of the proposed contract for the study group once more. He acknowledged Susan's query with a smile before grinning at her question. "I've heard that the aurors train by the motto 'Mens Sana in Corpore Sano,' or 'In a Healthy Body, There is a Strong Mind.' We'll engage in physical training to enhance agility alongside our magical practice!" he announced, his excitement shining through.
This proclamation was met with groans from those unaccustomed to exercise.
"Don't worry, everyone, I won't make it as demanding as Auror training!" he reassured them as Daphne shook her head in amusement while Tracey took the time to flex her biceps at Astoria who looked like she had eaten a sour grape at the thought of fitness.
"Okay! Let's sign this first, then we can delve into other matters!" he declared, producing parchment, quill, and ink from his bag and placing them on the conjured table.
"Your assignments must be submitted by week's end, and mind you, no longer than twelve inches! This shall mark your final task ere the winter break exams!" Professor McGonagall's words, stern and resolute, were met with a chorus of discontent murmurs as the workload loomed larger with each passing day.
When the last echoes of disgruntled voices had faded away and the Transfiguration classroom emptied, Harry Potter remained behind, patiently he waited, until only he and McGonagall lingered.
Amidst organising a collection of parchments for the ensuing class, the professor took note of Harry's presence and turned her attention to him. "Mr. Potter, what can I help you with?" Her voice, typically firm, softened into a motherly tone.
"Professor, might I have a moment?" Harry's voice quivered slightly with nerves as he spoke.
A furrow creased McGonagall's brow as she regarded him. "What troubles you, Mr. Potter? Is there something amiss?"
"Oh, no, Professor. Nothing's troubling me. I just wished to express my gratitude for your aid in sparring Daphne from Umbridge's detention. The thought of her facing that punishment alongside me... it would've been truly terrible. Thank you, Professor. I'm deeply appreciative of your help."
Surprise flickered across Minerva's features at Harry's display of gratitude. She hadn't anticipated such heartfelt acknowledgment for simply intervening on behalf of his companion. Could Umbridge's discipline be so severe that even a fifth-year wizard feared it? Reflecting briefly on her conversation with Flitwick, she resumed their discourse. "Mr. Potter, do not dwell on it. I merely did my duty as a professor. Your actions did not transgress any boundaries; it was simply a show of solidarity in a public setting. And it warms my heart to see you have found someone you care for," Harry blushed deeply, embarrassed. Minerva smiled, fondly reminded of her two favoured pupils by the conduct of their son. "Mr. Potter, may I inquire about something?" Harry snapped to attention at the gravity in her tone.
"Yes, Professor?" he blinked.
"What sort of detention did Professor Umbridge assign to you?" She treaded cautiously, awaiting his response.
For a fleeting moment, Harry faltered, his thoughts racing before offering a vague explanation. "Professor Umbridge had me with writing lines," Harry said apologetically, grimacing.
McGonagall's frown deepened, surprised by the simplicity of Harry's description. "Lines? I beg your pardon, Mr. Potter, what exactly does that entail?" She queried, perplexed by the seemingly mild penalty. 'Could writing lines truly be so severe?' she pondered.
"Forgive me, Professor, I cannot elaborate. I wouldn't want anyone else to have to go through it," Harry apologised, deflecting the topic.
Her scrutinising gaze bore down on him, seeking any anomaly. Then, she observed Harry's persistent efforts to conceal the back of his hand despite the burden of his satchel. McGonagall blinked, realisation dawning that nearly every student returning from Umbridge's discipline had hidden their hands.
As Harry stood before his head of house, nerves evident, McGonagall's keen gaze bore into him. Had she, too, discerned Umbridge's actions? Her demeanour appeared more compassionate, a stark contrast to his memories of her at fifteen. Or had Harry been too consumed with fury at the time to discern her true nature? Regardless, he found himself favouring this facet of McGonagall. "Is something wrong, Professor?" he interjected, breaking the silence. McGonagall snapped back to the present.
Seeking clarification, she stated, "Nothing of concern, Mr. Potter." She offered him a smile. "If you wouldn't mind, might I examine the back of your hand? Specifically, your right hand."
Harry was taken aback by her request but consented. "Certainly, Professor," he acquiesced, setting his bag down before extending his right hand to her.
McGonagall scrutinised his hand meticulously, focusing on the area he attempted to conceal. She inspected it thoroughly, searching for any irregularities, her brow furrowing as she failed to discover anything significant. Sensing the lack of evidence, Harry offered a hint.
"Like I said professor, I CAN'T say." He spoke under his breath, emphasising the words with a hiss. "I wouldn't want anyone else to have to go through it," he explained, preempting an unspoken question. "Especially because I had to write Snape's essay on Essence of Dittany afterwards." He paused with a grimace. "But Professor, unless you're 10,000% sure you can send her to the deepest hole beneath Azkaban, and the Minister won't be able to ever save her, I can't and won't disclose anything further."
Her surprise was evident, and she stared at him intensely, briefly squeezing his hand before releasing it.
"Very well, Mr. Potter. Thank you," she said, offering a faint smile.
Returning the smile, Harry picked up his bag and hugged it tightly.
"Anything else you need, Mr. Potter? The next class will begin soon, and you need to head to your next class. What class follows this one? Take this for permission," she said, waving her wand to retrieve a permit slip and offering it to him.
"Thank you, Professor," he said, accepting the permit and stowing it in his bag. "I don't have a class after this, but I do have another question for you," he said, nervously grinning.
Raising an eyebrow, she inquired, "Yes, go ahead, Mr. Potter?"
"Could you assist me in becoming an Animagus, Professor?"
It was nearing the stroke of midnight when Minerva, accompanied by Filius Flitwick, hurried along the echoing corridors toward the Headmaster's office. An air of urgency accompanied their steps, carrying with them the weight of information they deemed crucial to bring before Albus Dumbledore's discerning gaze.
"Trust me, Filius! The source is credible, and the matter at hand is indeed disquieting," she affirmed resolutely as they ascended the stairs leading to the Headmaster's sanctum.
"But, Minerva..." the half goblin began, attempting to present a counterpoint.
Before Minerva could counter, the resonant voice of the Headmaster welcomed them in.
"A pleasant surprise to have visitors on such a wintry eve," Dumbledore greeted, unsurprised by the arrival of his two esteemed professors. "Good evening, Minerva, Filius… What brings you here?"
"Albus… we must take action for the students' sake! That woman is torturing the students!" Minerva declared, cutting straight to the heart of the matter.
"I've already apprised her of the Ministry's backing, Albus. But Minerva is hesitant to heed my advice," Filius interjected wearily, then turned back to her, "If we act rashly, Minerva, the Ministry may create havoc and endeavour to shut down Hogwarts! With the damage that the Prophet is doing, the general population is less trusting of Albus by the day, and I can guarantee you that Cornelius will somehow shift the blame on the staff and conditions at Hogwarts! That is exactly the sentiment he needs to step in permanently."
Dumbledore sighed wearily, gently placing his glasses on the table. "I regret to say, Minerva… Filius speaks truth. My options are limited. There's little manoeuvring room, even though I desperately wish to intervene. I have had both the house elves and portraits tell me what they have seen, and have been aware of her actions for a while now." he explained.
"But Albus, at least tending to their injuries… Surely, we can provide that much aid without risking Poppy!" Minerva argued, visibly distressed. "Keep some supplies in my classroom and private quarters!" she begged, her dismay evident.
"What do you propose? Shall I announce that they seek solace with you after enduring her detentions? The only way to covertly spread those instructions would be word of mouth, and that risks her learning the plot and escalating if she feels like she is being cornered. I'm certain she has contingencies in place for such a scenario, just as much as I am certain that she is enforcing silence among the students regarding their predicament by threats of further punishment and shuttering the outgoing post. And even if we manage to offer aid and our intervention is exposed, it would just lead to our expulsion from the castle, or an all out siege from the Ministry if we were to force her out Fudge would assert we're fomenting rebellion." Dumbledore spoke with a hint of sorrow, comprehending the intricate web of challenges they faced.
Minerva appeared torn and disheartened by his words.
He continued, "Nymphadora and Kingsley have confirmed the influence Fudge and Umbridge hold over more than half of the Auror department. Ms. Tonks suspects Amelia might be working on opposing Fudge and Umbridge, yet she couldn't confirm it. Presently, the Ministry denies me access to Madam Bones, and I dread the ramifications if I attempt to depart the castle."
Feeling an overwhelming sense of helplessness, Minerva let out a deep sigh. "Is there truly nothing we can do?"
"If we provoke an attack by the ministry then the school is as good as lost, and every student will be at even greater risk. If we do nothing, they will be forced to mutilate themselves with blood quills. In cases like this, one must choose the path of least damage, even if the present does not seem it. It is the greater good, unfortunately. Unless we procure unequivocal evidence of her mistreatment of students that directly links back to the minister himself, and manage to place it in capable hands, our options are regrettably limited." Dumbledore elucidated.
Despite her fervent desire to aid her students, Minerva's hopefulness was waning. "The students are suffering under her rule! How could a war against the Ministry be worse than torturing children!"
"Minerva, it would furnish Fudge with the pretext to declare Martial law and target individuals like the Weasleys, Bones, Abbots Patils, Greengrasses, Harry, and countless others who stand in opposition, or those whom Lucius Malfoy implicates. In this scenario, it's preferable for the students to endure in safety rather than being branded as conspirators and facing Azkaban. You're well aware of the study group Ms. Granger spearheads and the, albeit regrettable, somewhat flattering title it's garnered."
"They wouldn't condemn children to Azkaban!" Minerva protested, unwilling to accept such a dire fate.
"Just as they wouldn't have tried to unleash Dementors upon Mr. Potter or break his wand," Flitwick added with a look of rage in his eyes.
"I'm afraid Cornelius is not in the proper state of mind. Fear causes even the strongest of men to break down, and our esteemed Minister is both not the strongest of men and is drowning in his own fears. Sadly, we are left with no alternative. I cannot even pass a message out of the castle with Fawkes because someone has tampered with the protective enchantments on the castle. Most likely the Department of Mysteries has added a secondary ward just outside the range of Hogwarts wards, with the keystone somewhere in the forest, but I am unaware of how Dolores managed to sway them," Dumbledore spoke gravely. "And as I have said before, I fear if I leave the castle, I may not be allowed back in, should the worst case come true. Assuming it allows me to leave in the first place."
"So we are truly left to wait for this catastrophe to unfold? We are just to sit on this powder keg until it explodes?" Minerva lamented.
"I'm deeply sorry, Minerva. We are at war, and the only hope is to prevent as many casualties as we can. Unfortunately, this is the burden of leadership."
That night, Minerva McGonagall retreated to her quarters, succumbing to tears as she mourned the distressing impotence of their circumstances. The following day, she cancelled classes, her heart weighed down by a solemn vow to find a way, however elusive, to aid her cherished students.
The library, a refuge from the bustling corridors, cradled Harry in its peaceful haven. Finished with his arduous homework, he stretched his weary limbs, relishing the release after hours bent over parchment.
Initially accompanied by Daphne, Harry's tranquillity was disrupted by the sudden appearance of her sister, Astoria. An irksome intrusion, yet it evoked a sense of nostalgia within Harry. Little Greengrass peppered him with endless inquiries, whispered cautiously to evade the librarian's scrutiny. Completing her tasks swifter than Harry, Daphne shot him an apologetic glance before whisking Astoria away, her expression a portrait of indignation.
Amused by their antics, Harry found himself swept up in reminiscence, recalling Astoria's initial discovery of their relationship the first time. Oh, the nostalgia.
Packing his bag, he noticed someone taking a seat opposite him, a familiar presence. Sighing, he readied to depart but was halted by a hand on his belongings.
"Hermione! A splendid Sunday, wouldn't you agree?" Harry greeted her with a warm smile.
Hermione, however, met his cheer with a tinge of unease. "Hello, Harry. Not too shabby," she replied, her voice tinged with a nervous undertone.
"Oh! Need the table? I'm finished here, so it's all yours," Harry offered courteously, poised to leave. But Hermione, with an air of determination, intercepted him again.
"How long do you plan to evade this conversation, Harry?" she spoke with earnest, carrying a weighty tone.
Harry eased back into his seat, facing her squarely. "Until you take the initiative. Daphne mentioned you wanted a chat."
"It's been weeks and you still think that—"
"Didn't catch that? Waiting for you to make the move. Don't blame Daphne; I noticed the way you looked at her." Harry declared firmly, crossing his arms and veiling their conversation with a discreet spell. Hermione looked as if her head was about to explode as she fought with her inner pride. Seeing her struggle, Harry breathed a defeated sigh and decided to just bite the bullet. "So… what's on your mind?" he inquired, sensing Hermione sought to delve into a different matter.
"Why this obsession with security, Harry?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're excessively fixated on it. I know that she isn't the best teacher but she is still our professor; show some faith!"
"Hermione, the last few professors we had were a Dark Lord, a fraud who tried to obliviate me, a werewolf who almost ate us on accident, and a psychopath that locked our real professor in a trunk while he literally wore his skin. You have to admit the track record for Defence professors isn't that strong. And besides, Umbridge was the one spearheading the charge for me to be expelled. That's why I withdrew from your study group. I'm trying to steer clear of unnecessary trouble and painting a target on your back around her is a fast way to end up expelled with a snapped wand."
"It's because of Greengrass, isn't it? She's sowing doubts in you about me."
"... Are you serious? I just told… What is wrong with you? Why bring her into this? My change of stance has nothing to do with Daphne! It's merely maturity. Remember last year? Death isn't a joke, There's a constant threat, Hermione, and I don't want anyone innocent to get caught up in it!" Harry expressed, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.
"There's nothing wrong with me! I'm just saying, you've been avoiding me since you met her!" Hermione's focus honed in on Harry's association with Daphne.
"Honestly, what do you expect from me? I'm enjoying the company of my girlfriend, I'm swamped with OWL studies, exhausted from Quidditch practice, and most of my free time I just want to eat my meals and go to sleep."
"Why did you lie, then?"
"Lie? About what?" Harry furrowed his brow.
"About Umbridge's detention! You said it was just lines?"
"That's precisely what it was. Did she assign you detention too?" Concern tinged Harry's voice.
"No… but someone from my group got one."
"That's exactly why I didn't say anything, Hermione. Don't you see?"
"What am I missing? You weren't forthcoming about your detention! I asked, and you brushed it off as inconsequential!"
"I was honest when I said I had to write lines! I didn't elaborate because I didn't think it mattered. The detentions are rough, but nobody else is going to receive the same punishment that I did."
"But they did! This girl in my group confided in me, crying about Umbridge probing her about you while writing in red ink! It's suspicious! Why was Professor Umbridge interrogating her about you?" Harry's gut twisted at the revelation, although, purely based off the description he knew it couldn't be the same level of torture he had endured.
'Red ink, writing in her own blood,' Harry ruminated bitterly.
"And… still, you fail to comprehend why I'm on edge?" Hermione persisted. "The lying, the excessive secrecy! We're simply studying! You're forming another group, right? Why not join my group instead of forming your own? I saw you the other day, with your 'girlfriend' and two others. Outside an abandoned classroom. The door wouldn't let me in." She emphasised 'girlfriend' sarcastically.
'Well done, Ms. Bones! A commendable job with the security wards,' Harry thought proudly.
"Isn't it preferable that the security charm kept you out? Why the inquisitiveness?" He cast another spell, a small notice me not as he prepared his next moves in his head, pained to witness Hermione in this state.
"Why? Why won't you be with us, Harry? Do you hate me?"
"Of course not! I don't hate you, but I'm not fond of what you've been doing. You berate and insult my girlfriend, you choose to believe the bigot that tried to have me thrown in Azkaban instead of listening to me, you completely disregard my concerns as if you know what is best.. Hermione, you are my best friend, but you are acting irrational!"
"I'm irrational! You've changed since you met her! Harry, you act a decade older at times, you are suddenly scoring way above what you normally do with no explanation, you are meeting up with a strange girl who you have never spoken to or had even acknowledged the existence of before! Harry, that is not normal behaviour!"
"Maybe seeing my friend die in front of my eyes made me want to work harder? Maybe I met Daphne when you and Ron had abandoned me last year during the tournament? Maybe we bumped into each other on the train a few times? Should I have asked your blessing before I started dating? Can't you just be happy that I'm actually happy for once?"
"Of course I value your happiness, Harry! I just wish you could be happy with someone else! Plenty of girls admire you, and I'm sure they wouldn't be willing to trick you into thinking I'm out to harm you!"
"Daphne hasn't convinced me of anything except that she genuinely cares for me. Who exactly would you rather I dated? Can any of them make me as content as I am with Daphne? You?" he challenged.
"Of course not! You are like my brother, Harry! Ron's sister, for one. Ginny's held a torch for you since the Chamber of Secrets! Cho is devastated you won't return her feelings, and there are quite a few others that always stare at you during classes!"
He winced, "You're mistaken, Hermione. Ginny only sees a idolised version of her childhood hero, Cho only wants closure about Cedric's death, and just about every other girl in the school only wants the Boy Who Lived! None of them care about Harry Potter the orphan."
"And you believe Greengrass genuinely cares?"
"Why has this become about my romantic life? Even if you don't fancy her, can you at least be civil. Not once have I requested you be her best friend."
"But Harry, Ron and I are your best friends! You are throwing us away for some girl that hasn't shown the slightest interest in you in all the time we have been here!"
"Don't throw Ron into this! He and Daphne get along great, and I still spend plenty of time with him! Hell, Daphne encourages me to hang out with him, not isolate myself away!"
"That seems implausible. Ron wouldn't accept a Slytherin so easily!"
"You are acting awfully close minded for the Brightest Witch of Her Age. I'm exhausted. If you've aired your thoughts, I'm headed up to the dorm to get take a nap." Harry gathered his belongings, departing before Hermione could interject once more.
Hermione remained silent, granting Harry a chance to cast a sleeping spell and then erase her memory of the new study group and dispel the other enchantments he had employed.
"I hate time travel…" he murmured, stealing one last glance before leaving her in solitude.
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