When did this happen?

Daphne woke up from movement next to her, a light press of warmth against her back, instantly wrapping her in comfort. She blinked her eyes, slowly taking in her surroundings and she felt a jolt of panic at the strangeness of it all. Wherever she was she wasn't at home.

Her mind was slow, head feeling heavy and stomach rolling as she took in the room, peering up from the sheets, her eyes heavy. Her heart was beating too fast, panic making it hard to think when an arm wrapped around her, pressing her to a solid chest. So, wherever she was, she wasn't alone.

She held in the yelp of surprise, hearing a humbled 'good morning' near her back. The voice did things to her body, a cock ready for action from behind could be felt erected against her bottom,and she cursed herself. What the hell had happened?!

It had been years since she'd done this but it had been for a good reason, at least it seemed good at the time. She was working on another solved and massive, bone tiring case and her team had been restless, wanting to celebrate after she won it, forget about the horrors in the world. They'd gone to the nearby pub, ordering round after round. It had been great, Daphne hadn't felt this alive in a long time, the beer and atmosphere relaxing her as time went by.

She had recalled going with someone, nevertheless sleeping with someone unless she knew him well, especially in her state of drunkenness and she was Daphne Greengrass, the ice queen of court for heaven's sake! She had a reputation of being a solid woman in her young career as a lawyer and she attends to keep.

'Oh god! Those fools must have put me something in the drink!' she thought to herself.

The lingering scent behind her roused her out of her drowsy state was a smell that had her heart quickening. She rolled over and brushed closer to the source of the warmth and smell that was so familiar. Mint, a hint of sandalwood and fresh linen—

She stiffened, eyes popping open.

She doesn't know that smell. Letting out a muffled shriek, Daphne attempted to disentangle herself from bed, accidently hitting the person in bed with her, before finally rolling out. She backed away, eyes fixated on the person buried in the covers. She couldn't quite see his face, but he had dark hair. Who was she with last night?

When the man rolled to his back, Daphne's breath was caught and the oxygen lost it's existence, in an instant.

It was Harry Potter. What the bloody hell was she doing in bed with Harry bloody Potter.

"Oh my god!" She shouted, stepping over toes, falling down on the floor,

What has she done! Sleeping with married man neverless, Harry James fucking Potter.

'Okay, calm down! This is a dream!' She pinched her arm but the mirage hasn't gone.

She didn't know her eyes could go any wider as she glanced down at herself, she was not naked, thankfully! She found her in a pyjamas, she never wears pyjama to bed, it was either camisole or a night lingerie, but a pyjama was never an option, she felt as if she was a student again in Hogwarts and even then, she never wore pyjama, this was definitely a dream.

Swallowing another cry of disbelief, Daphne crouched down and snatched up the slipper on the floor.

How could she lose herself, think Daphne! She met Potter last night before the trial of her client began.

Daphne was rushing with piles of rather last minute documents to the trial, "Hold it!"

The man stopped it for her and she let out a sigh of relief, "thank you!"

"You're welcome," The manly voice said.

Daphne turned to him as she was adjusting the parchments, there was a peaceful silence around, each one of them care less to the presence of the other, it was pretty rare for them to interact, Daphne was one of the youngest who joined the law company but claimed to the top with a slytherin ambition and greed.

"I heard you are defending Gilbert?" Potter broke the ice wall of quietness.

"And you were the one who caught him, you're quite energetic for a new father," she replied without glancing at him, "Congratulations! A boy?"

"It would have been easy to put him in azkaban if you didn't interrupt, and yes he's name is James and he's already two years old," he replied, professionally.

Daphne coughed a laugh, "Well well, afraid that I may sit him free and drive you away from your family time, Potter?"

"Don't raise your hopes, Greengrass." He closed his eyes, while leaning against the wall. His long black jacket gives him more vibes of Auror than the robes of the job itself.

" Are you challenging me?" She smirked.

"You are willing to defend a criminal," Harry Potter wasn't a man that would hide his sense of justice, he wasn't named best Auror in ages or the boy-who-conquered out of nothing. He had dark circles under his eyes. It seems like he was overworking himself, but what does she expect, after all he was a family man.

"I defend my client Potter, criminal or not, however, you better take care of yourself if you want to catch the right criminal," She smirked.

"I'm flattered, aren't you so sure of yourself,"

Daphne hummed, " and if I win?"

Harry Potter finally stared at her, "name your prize,"

come out and Daphne decided to throw the bet, "I heard that minster gave you a fine wine in the yearly victory celebration, since the seventeenth century, it would be lovely for me to drink it with my colleagues after the case,"

"Till then, Greengrass…"

Of course she didn't meet with him after, she was busy with paperwork, She took a moment to calm her erratic breathing and halt her racing thoughts. Eyes darting around the room, she gathered she was most likely at a hotel. How she had gotten there, she couldn't remember nor why she was in bed with Potter himself. But she knew she needed her wand. She didn't know what she would do with it but having it would at least calm her nerves.

Taking careful steps so as not to wake Harry Potter, she moved around the bed searching frantically. She hissed as her hip met the vanity behind her, but when she turned, the sight she found made her freeze.

In the mirror she found her reflection of course, but there was something so different. Scrutinising herself, her brow furrowed in confusion.

She looked older. Perhaps by a few years. Her hair hung shorter, lips looking entirely too swollen. The pyjama pants tight around her hips, enough to offer a good imagination of her form.

Her eyebrows shot up and she froze as Harry began to stir in bed. With bated breath she watched through the mirror as he rolled over, arm grasping at where she had been sleeping.

She choked on her own air but bit her lip hard to keep quiet. Maybe he'd simply doze off again.

As soon as the thought came to mind, it vanished. Potter, feeling the empty space, picked his head up groggily and mumbled, "Mmm…Daphne?"

She kept quiet, frozen in place as she watched him wake slowly, sitting up, groaning and stretching his arms out languidly as he did.

She ignored the way her eyes widened, and heart quickened at the sound he made, that and the sight of his naked torso.

Daphne could admit that Harry had always been somewhat handsome—objectively speaking. She could see how women could find his er—qualities attractive, the striking emerald green eyes, the lean yet muscular figure.

But older-Harry, well he was something else really.

His hair was messy far from its usual coiffed and immaculate state. He had grown it to his aristocratic shoulder. And for his Auror job, he had muscle taut frame.

Taken aback by her thoughts, she nearly slapped herself. Tearing her eyes away from his broad shoulders, she found his eyes watching her. They looked darker. He had half a smirk on his face and when he spoke again, she couldn't help the shiver that ran through her. "Love, if you stare at me like that any longer, I won't be responsible for what happens next."

That seemed to snap her out of it because she made a noise at the back of her throat, a mix of disgust and shock. "Potter, are you hearing yourself!? Whatever happened last night was obviously a mistake!"

Harry blinked a few times," am I a Potter now?" He shifted out of the covers, making Daphne instantly slap him.

"For fuck sake, put some fucking pants on!"

He still had his pants on, but still, Daphne wasn't prepared for the whole picture.

There was a husky and bewildered laugh, "It's nothing you haven't seen before."

But, thankfully, she heard him pull something on and relaxed slightly, only to tense up once again as he walked up behind her. "Are you feeling alright love?" His voice held a note of worry. She supposed it was the baffling situation that left her unable to reply or even move, but when his hand came to rest on her shoulder, she jumped into action.

Turning around, trying to be civil, after all he seemed older than last night, and she herself was not naked when she woke up of anything, always have to assume the worst, "Of course not—" He looked taken aback, but she paid no mind as she walked back over to the bed, still in search of her wand. Casting a glare over her shoulder she continued, "Where is my wand!"

"Oh! Perhaps you forget it in the kitchen, or oh my god!" Harry shouted and run out of the bedroom, leaving her alone.

Daphne groaned and kept searching under bed, her clothes were not there and nor was her wand, she hit the nightstand and something fell on her back, hearing the crash she turned to see a picture frame of…

"What the hell!?"

There was a picture of her and Potter with and other kids with them, she didn't recognize, this was definitely a nightmare!

"Daphne said a bad word!" A boyish voice screamed from the door, and Daphne jumped.

There at the door a boy of seven or six, stood, he had green eyes and messy black hair, she heard Potter was a godfather for the Lupin's child. So it was him.

Great, she fucked Potter in his house. And did the kid just call her by her first name, he knows her?

She paused at that. So she looked older and there was a picture of her and Potter and she wasn't in a hotel room, this was a prank from her sister and her husband, they probably heard of the bet or wanted to make her live an unforgettable experience. Turning to give the boy a scrutinising look she asked, "ah, where are we?"

"Grimmauld place, home. Now come on! Lena is crying!"

Harry returned holding a little probably two or three years old girl, with dirty blonde hair in his arms, "Lena saw a nightmare and wants her mommy," he said, not noticing Daphne's frown and pale face, as he shoved the girl to her arms, not caring if Daphne was going to catch her or not.

"Wait, what!?"

Daphne looked at him then at the girl in her arms, she had forest green eyes. Daphne said a quick hi to the girl and rushed behind Harry Potter who walked down the stairs with the boy.

"Where is my wand Potter? And why this girl is cal–" Daphne's words certainly had been forgotten as she saw serial frames of family pictures, pictures including her and Potter in rather intimate situation.

A picture of them with the same boy that was with Harry, wearing Holyhead Harpies shirts, probably attending a game, and another of Daphne with her family and Harry in…

Daphne reached the frame, was that a wedding dress? No, probably some white dress for some ball and they took picture with Potter, her family was a fan of the man after all, she laughed and the little girl in her arms that Daphne forgot all about her decided to attract the attention of the oldest woman to her, so she pulled her from hair.

Daphne bit her lower lip not to swear in front of the kid and smiled cruelly, "that was meany,"

The next picture however made Daphne forgot all about that, it was she and her sister, her sister pregnant however, Daphne assumed that she made herself look like one to support her little sister and make a little cute picture.

"Mama! Tori!" The blonde girl pointed at the picture laughing, Daphne laughed rather to prevent herself from fainting or crying.

She found Harry Potter in the kitchen making what seemed like a breakfast while music played on the radio and the kid helping him settle the table.

"James, how would you like your waffles?" Harry asked.

"Chocolate!" The boy excitedly exclaimed.

Daphne decided to just go alone with it to find answer to her messed up morning, she noticed a high chair by the table and thought it was the girl's, she tried miserably to put the girl but failed and the little boy decided to come to help, she was thankful for the gesture and sank to the other side of table, away from that girl who kept calling her mommy, unstoppably.

Daphne was not a mother, she could barely bear standing with people who had children including her own friends, those little noisy creatures were nothing but a big disturbance. The kitchen was fairly welcoming. But if she was here, where was Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter's wife, where was his son?

She, however put her focus on Harry Potter, studying him from behind,

Harry hummed with the music, offering a mug to Daphne, "your coffee, love! And you princess here is your mushed apple!"

"Lena loves you," Daphne smiled at the boy. "Lena Potter…" she uttered to herself, somehow if had a soft tone.

"Am I having another sister?" The boy snapped from his waffles.

"James!" Harry almost choked on his coffee. Examining Daphne's state, Harry scratched the back of his head.

Daphne glared at the boy, James Potter, his son of two years old.

"Teddy is not here yet and I'm bored!" James rolled his eyes.

Daphne decided not to freak out and play cool, she always has a plan, she is the plan.

She paused at that. So she was older, and this was apparently the future. Turning to give Harry a look she asked, "Harry? How long has it been exactly since Hogwarts?

If her question had fazed him, he didn't show it aside from a slight furrow of his brow. "About twelve years."

So it was 2010, five years. That wasn't possible. It didn't feel like a day had passed. This was a convoluted joke her mind was playing on her.