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Summary: Harry Potter who was abandoned by his best friends during the search for horcruxes finally kills Voldemort. Later he meets his girlfriend but not everyone is happy with the discovery of this secret relationship.

Key Pairing: Harry Potter / Daphne Greengrass

"Conversation"

'Spells'

Chapter 1: A Clash of Fates and Relationships

The air crackled with spells as Harry faced Voldemort in the final duel. The castle echoed with the chaotic symphony of the battle between good and evil.

Voldemort sneered, "Potter, you cannot defeat me. I am Lord Voldemort, the immortal wizard."

Harry, fueled by the unity of Hogwarts, shot back, "Your immortality ended when I destroyed your horcruxes. You're just a man now, Riddle."

'Avada Kedavra'

'Expelliarmus'

The two spells collided with each other, the battle was paused as the others watched the Battle of Wills. The Elder Wand soared through the air, and Voldemort fell to the ground. However it still wasn't the moment to celebrate and Harry quickly started stunning the leftover death eaters who tried to escape as they saw their master dead. The others followed Harry's suit and started doing the same.

In the midst of all this, Bellatrix Lestrange and Daphne Greengrass were duelling each other. Bellatrix taunted, "You think you can defy the Dark Lord? Foolish girl."

Daphne, determined and unyielding, retorted, "Love and courage are stronger than your madness, Bellatrix. Now it's time for you to meet your master's fate."

'Sectumsempra'

And with that Bellatrix Lestrange fell to the ground clutching her chest in sheer agony.

"What have you done to me you stupid whore"

The people started celebrating inside the castle and the cheer increased when Harry finally opened the old relic's door and turned towards the great hall. People rushed over to him, to congratulate him for this brilliant victory and freeing Magical Britain from the Dark Lord.

However, Harry's eyes were focused on only one person, his girlfriend which he didn't meet for almost a year. Seeing her tired yet grinning face, he couldn't stop himself from grinning and rushed over to her. The world around them seemed to fade as Harry and Daphne collided in a passionate kiss, oblivious to the curious glances and surprised expressions that followed.

For that moment, in the heart of the Great Hall, Harry and Daphne shared a kiss that spoke of victory, love, and the unyielding bond forged through the trials of war. It was a declaration, not just to each other, but to the world – a proclamation that they would no longer hide their connection, that love had triumphed amidst the chaos.

The Great Hall buzzed with celebration and relief, but in a corner, the atmosphere took a sharp turn. Ron, Hermione, Molly, and Ginny, their expressions a mix of shock and anger, confronted Harry about his newfound relationship with Daphne Greengrass. Both Ron and Hermione had abandoned Harry during their mission to search for horcruxes and destroy them.

Ron's face flushed with disbelief, "You're dating a Slytherin, Harry? Are you out of your bloody mind?"

Hermione, her disappointment palpable, chimed in, "And to think we abandoned you during the search for horcruxes for this?"

Harry, standing his ground, replied, "You weren't there when we needed each other the most. Daphne was."

Ron scoffed, "Dark times or not, dating a Slytherin is crossing a line. What about Ginny?!"

Harry, his patience waning, shot back, "Ron, Hermione, you both left me when I needed you. You can't dictate who I should or shouldn't be with. As for Ginny we both broke up and the reasons are already known to her"

Hermione, her frustration evident, retorted, " I know we left the search for horcruxes and I am sorry for that because you know what Ron is like. Dating a Slytherin is a whole different level of recklessness."

Harry's eyes narrowed, "Recklessness? You think my choices are reckless, Hermione? I found someone who understands me, who stood by me when you both abandoned me."

Ron, angered by Harry's response, clenched his fists. "We left because we thought you were making reckless decisions with those horcruxes, and now you pull this? A Slytherin, Harry!"

Harry, feeling the weight of their disapproval, tried to reason, "When did I make reckless decisions. I told you that I thought there was a horcrux in Gringotts and Room of Requirements but did you listen to me! No! and Ron love isn't about houses or sides. Daphne is a person, not just a Slytherin. She fought alongside us, risking her life."

Molly Weasley, known for her protective nature, glared at Harry. "A Slytherin, Harry? What were you thinking? What about our values?"

Ginny, though surprised, managed to voice her concern. "You kept this a secret, and now we find out you're involved with one of them? It's unacceptable, Harry."

Harry, frustrated by their refusal to understand, raised his voice, "You don't get it, do you? We're all on the same side now, but you're stuck in this old mindset. I won't let you judge her or our relationship."

Ron, unable to contain his anger, shouted, "You're choosing a Slytherin over us? Over your family?"

Hermione, her disappointment lingering, sighed, "We just need some time to process this. Goodbye Harry."

Harry, realizing the depth of the disagreement, shook his head. "Fine, take your time. But I won't apologize for finding happiness amidst the chaos."

As the tension hung in the air, Ron, Hermione, Molly, and Ginny stormed away, leaving Harry and Daphne in the wake of a significant spat. The Great Hall, moments ago filled with triumph, now bore witness to the fractures that had emerged within the once-unbreakable bonds of friendship and family.

The Great Hall echoed with the remnants of their heated confrontation. The tension hung thick in the air, unresolved emotions simmering beneath the surface.

Daphne, with a concerned expression, took Harry's arm and guided him away from the lingering stares and whispers. He protested, insisting that he was fine and didn't need any fuss, but Daphne's gaze remained steadfast. She led him towards the infirmary, her steps purposeful yet gentle.

Harry, feeling the weight of the disagreement and the physical toll of the battle, sighed. "You really didn't have to bring me here. I'm not injured, Daphne."

She shot him a pointed look. "You might not have physical injuries, but I've seen enough battles to know that emotional wounds can be just as debilitating. Madam Pomfrey can help."

The infirmary greeted them with its familiar sterile scent, and Madam Pomfrey, the matron, looked up from her desk as they entered. Her eyes, sharp yet compassionate, assessed the situation.

"Ahh, Mr. Potter and Ms. Greengrass. Sit, both of you. Battles leave scars beyond what meets the eye," Madam Pomfrey declared, gesturing towards the beds.

Harry hesitated, glancing at Daphne. "I really don't need anything. I just want to be alone for a bit."

Daphne sighed, her concern deepening. "Harry, just let her check. It won't hurt."

Reluctantly, Harry took a seat on one of the beds, and Madam Pomfrey approached with a no-nonsense attitude. She examined him thoroughly, not just for physical injuries but for signs of the emotional toll the recent events had taken on him.

Daphne stood nearby, her eyes never leaving Harry's face. The matron, after a thorough examination, nodded with a mix of sternness and understanding. "You might not have visible injuries, Mr. Potter, but you're not untouched by the battle. I'll prepare a few potions to help with both physical and emotional strain."

As Madam Pomfrey bustled about, preparing vials of calming and healing potions, Harry and Daphne found themselves in a moment of awkward silence. The tension from the Great Hall still lingered, unspoken words hanging between them.

Finally, Daphne broke the silence, her voice softer than before. "Harry, I didn't expect it to unfold like this. I thought they'd understand."

Harry, still processing the aftermath, met her gaze. "Yeah, me neither. I guess old prejudices die hard. But let's not bother about them, they'll come around hopefully."

Madam Pomfrey returned with the potions, her stern expression softening as she handed them to Harry. "Drink these, both of you. It'll help with the physical strain and give you a moment of peace."

As they swallowed the potions, the effects started to take hold. The tightness in Harry's shoulders eased, and Daphne visibly relaxed. Madam Pomfrey, satisfied with their response, left them with a nod.

Daphne, watching Harry closely, spoke with a touch of concern. "Are you okay?"

Harry nodded, "Physically, yes. Emotionally... I didn't expect that reaction. I thought they'd be happy we won."

Daphne sighed, "Sometimes people can't see beyond their preconceived notions. It's disappointing, but we can't change their minds overnight."

As they sat in the quiet of the infirmary, the weight of the disagreement and the exhaustion from the battle began to wear on them. Harry glanced at Daphne, a mixture of frustration and gratitude in his eyes. "Thanks for sticking by me, Daphne. I know it's not easy."

She smiled softly, "You're not alone in this, Harry. I love you. We'll figure it out together."

Harry kissed her on her cheek and said "I love you too."

Daphne intertwined her fingers with his. "Sometimes, the aftermath is more challenging than the battle itself. We'll face it together, just like we faced everything else."

In the dimly lit infirmary, surrounded by the subtle hum of healing potions and the quiet understanding of Madam Pomfrey, Harry and Daphne allowed themselves to succumb to the weariness that clung to their bodies and minds. The infirmary's dim lighting cast a gentle glow, creating a cocoon of tranquility amidst the lingering echoes of conflict.

As they rested together, wrapped in the warmth of shared understanding, the Great Hall's tumultuous aftermath felt distant. In the embrace of the infirmary's healing ambiance, Harry and Daphne found a temporary refuge—a space where the scars of battles, both internal and external, could heal, and where the strength of their connection could weather any storm that the wizarding world might throw their way.