A/N: Hey all, thanks for making it this far and for all the positive feedback! I finished chapter 36 tonight, which needed a lot of work, and started in on 37. I was worried writing would come slowly after a couple weird weeks, but my muse remains! I'll try to continue to upload regularly, and I'm kinda hoping to post a chapter every time I finish the rough draft of another. If life cooperates I tend to knock out at least two chapters a week, so I should be able to post as frequently.

Happy holidays to all, and I hope everyone gets a brief respite from normal life at the very least. I'm personally looking forward to seeing my nephew and nieces' happiness on Christmas day, and I've set up an elaborate 'Santa' moment for my pups that they'll completely ignore. I know the holidays aren't easy for some people, myself included, so feel free to reach out via message if you want a digital friend!

Chapter 27

Harry did his best to console his friend, but knew it wasn't his strong suit. Luckily, the Greengrass' heard the commotion and entered the office shortly after. He watched as Daphne took in the situation, heartache quickly filling her expression. Without a word she rushed to Neville and wrapped the teen in a hug. The contact was all it took for the grieving young man to break down completely and he clutched at Daphne for support. Astoria quickly joined the embrace, and Harry knew they would do more for Neville than he ever could.

"Remus," he said firmly, all traces of exhaustion gone. "Could you bring Amelia, Moody, and Albus here, please? And Daniel, if you could try to wake Sirius…"

"No need," the man said as he entered groggily, eyes scanning the room. "Emily, perhaps you could take Neville and the girls to the den for some tea?"

The woman nodded immediately, her eyes full of sorrow. She gently ushered Neville out of the room, her daughters clutching both of his arms for support. Remus disapparated without a word, and Harry turned to his godfather.

"You okay?" Sirius asked worriedly.

"Physically, I'm fine. Emotionally, I could tear the Manor down piece by piece."

"I share that anger," Daniel mentioned, taking a seat. "But we need to stay calm and figure out how to move forward."

"I called for Moody to get an update on the military," Harry agreed. "I'd like to have solid information for the Wizengamot, but we can discuss what's next afterwards."

Harry and Sirius took chairs for themselves, waiting in silence for the other members to arrive. Albus entered first, with Amelia, Moody, and Remus shortly after.

"I trust Remus filled you all in?"

"He did," Albus answered sadly. "Augusta will be missed."

"I'd rather she be avenged," Moody growled angrily.

"I agree with both of you," Harry replied, trying to remain calm. "Mr. Moody, I need to know how our forces are coming along."

"You outrank me," the grizzled man countered. "Call me Alastor or Mad-Eye. We have training grounds up and running, and I've named Robards as my Lieutenant General. Shacklebolt is a Colonel, in charge of the day to day, with Captain Tonks and myself developing the training.

"So far it's more like a couple squads. Thirty men and women, about half of which are aurors Robards brought with him, the other half volunteers from your village. I've been impressed with the Davies' men, but the rest, some aurors included, need work. We don't have the numbers or the ability to move on Voldemort if that's what you're thinking."

"I'm not," Harry assured him. "I just want to be able to update the Wizengamot. How are we recruiting?"

"I've been meeting with the families that have continued to trickle in," Amelia answered. "Most seem hesitant to play any larger part in this than 'refugee', but I have around twenty I'm waiting to hear back from."

"I've spoken to Jean Delacour," Albus interjected. "He's the head of the French aurors and special forces, and is very supportive of what we're doing. He's promised to rotate squads of his people in to help train ours when he can. He's unsure of how large a force he'll be able to provide for any actual fighting, as it will need to be voted on, but he's hopeful we'll have at least a hundred of his countrymen eventually."

"That's better than nothing," Harry sighed, having hoped for more. "Remus, remind me to write to Viktor Krum. His influence in eastern Europe might bring us further help."

Remus nodded, making a note in his small pad. Harry turned back to Moody, who seemed impressed by how the meeting was going so far.

"Mad-Eye, I heard you signed our contract. I appreciate your trust, but I'm curious if your soldiers have sworn their loyalty further than the contract for villagers."

"They have. Remus brought one down a few weeks ago."

"It's the secondary contract we spoke about," Remus offered. "It protects the knowledge of the village, the manor, and our plans for the war. It mentions nothing about your story or ability, but I left it open for any required additions."

"That's perfect. All these contracts and oaths are starting to give me a headache, and I'll be thrilled to burn them when all this is over. Mad-Eye, that's all I needed from you. You're welcome to stay if you'd like to hear about Wizengamot strategy, though."

"I'd rather eat the desk," the man replied with an attempt at a grin. "I'll leave you to it, but I will say I knew Augusta quite well. She was an incredibly strong woman, and she believed in you. From what I've seen, she was right to do so. Come down to the village to meet the soldiers before you head back to school."

"I will, sir," Harry agreed with a small smile.

As the man moved towards the exit, the standing adults found seats for themselves, knowing this was going to be a long meeting. Winky seemed to sense the same, as she appeared with a large tray laden with drinks.

"Thank you, Winky. Could you pop over to Arthur to see if he's available for a meeting?"

The elf nodded and disappeared immediately, while most of the occupants fixed themselves some tea. Daniel's attention, however, remained on Harry.

"What are your initial thoughts for the Wizengamot?" he asked seriously.

"To put Neville in his seat," Harry answered quickly. "As much as I hate the circumstances, he's more than capable and will grow to be a strong ally."

"That'll be tricky. He doesn't have the benefit of a contractual loophole to be considered an adult."

"Is there not a way to emancipate him?"

"There is," Albus interjected. "But it will require a supermajority, or two thirds of the Wizengamot, to accomplish."

"We already hold a majority," Harry noted. "With Arthur as another, it shouldn't be hard to find a few extra votes."

"You know," Daniel mused. "In everything that's happened so quickly, I was preparing myself for a typical Wizengamot stalemate. We can do it, and I wish you'd completed your takeover years ago."

"It would've been tough as a toddler, and I'm pretty sure it was your takeover. How will we get the votes?"

"I'll approach the progressives," Amelia offered immediately. "Most of them loved Augusta, and know how seriously she trained Neville for the seat."

"I'll handle the neutrals," Daniel added. "I doubt we'll need them, but I want to cover all our bases."

"Perfect," Harry said gratefully. "I'll speak to Neville beforehand, though I'd rather give him some time to wrap his head around this. We're asking a lot of him after what he just went through."

"I'll call the session for this evening," Albus said as he stood. "That will give the boy as much time as we can afford him, though his vote will fall to the rest of the Eight regardless of his willingness."

Harry nodded as the older wizard left to send the messages, Arthur entering as he did so. He smiled at the man in welcome, but chose to get back to business over any further greeting. They had a lot to plan for.

A determined Neville was voted into his family seat within fifteen minutes of the session being called to order. He was officially emancipated in the eyes of the law, and the Longbottom ring showed that magic agreed when it displayed his headship.

Scrimgeour relayed the information on the attacks, as Longbottom Manor hadn't been the only target. Three families lost their lives, but seven others had escaped to the village unscathed, the Boot family among them. Robert had thanked Harry profusely, but the teen was just happy the family was safe. Scrimgeour seemed to skirt around the fact that some of the attacks were led by Voldemort himself, but Harry wasn't willing to let the Wizengamot ignore the danger any longer. He stood as soon as Scrimgeour left the room, and was immediately recognized by Dumbledore.

"Respected members," he began firmly. "The cause and frequency of these emergency sessions is a brutal reminder of the danger our world faces. For too long we've tried to deny the truth behind the attacks, and for too long the public has been kept in the dark. Lord Voldermort has returned, as Lords Boot and Longbottom can attest to after the day's tragedies.

"To continue to keep our heads in the sand will only give the bastard more time to build a foothold in his grab for power. As you may be aware, I do not require your votes on whether or not to acknowledge the terrorist, but I'd like us all to be on the same page. I'm aware of how terrifying the thought that he has returned is, and you're right to be afraid.

"We must use that fear. We must allow our paranoia to prepare us. Our fighting force is still far from ready, and much too small, but that doesn't mean we can't act. The first step is admitting the truth to ourselves. The second is getting the Minister to do so as well, and if he doesn't we must have a backup plan. I know what I'm suggesting sounds severe, but I'd really like to be able to look at myself in the mirror."

Harry sat, wanting the Chamber to have a chance to voice their concerns. The elected members whispered urgently amongst themselves, though Harry saw more agreeable faces than not. Eventually, a woman stood from the neutral faction that he recognized from Daniel's tutoring.

"Madame Edgecombe," Albus acknowledged with a gesture.

"Elected members," she began confidently. "I am appalled at what this Chamber has turned into. For any that have not figured it out by now, Lord Potter referenced the fact that our votes no longer matter. The number of vacant seats that fall to the Faithful Eight has become a slim majority, meaning they will carry any vote in the direction they prefer. And as it seems each of the remaining Eight have agreed to follow Lord Potter, which in itself feels wrong, we know what he wants will be passed. That isn't the way this body is supposed to operate, and it's quickly proving dangerous.

"My husband and I have worked in the Ministry for decades, and we've seen how focused Minister Fudge is on protecting the public's welfare. He even sent a good friend of mine to fix the mess at Hogwarts, when he could have used her talents elsewhere. The Minister has our best interests at heart, and I trust him when he says He-who-must-not-be-named is dead. I'm ashamed at how we've allowed a teenager to step into our midst, and dictate our decisions to us."

"Madam Edgecomb," Robert Boot interrupted, his normal smile inexistent. "We are all very aware of your close relationships with Fudge and Umbridge… and Malfoy. I believe we all remember exactly why he's not here to speak out against this idea instead of you. That you are choosing to remain ignorant to that fact tells me that it's a good thing the Eight hold a majority. Your thickness is the only danger currently in this room.

"I watched Voldemort, with my own damn eyes, blast my wards wide open. I watched as he smiled, crossing the courtyard to my home. It's only because of the teenager that I'm here today, and that my wife and son are safe. I'm not sure if Lucius has blackmail material on your family, or if you're truly as naive as you sound, but your desire to ignore the threat has become unavailable. This is happening, because it's the right thing to do."

"Lord Boot," the woman countered acidly. "You expect me to trust your word, when nobody besides you and Potter claim to have seen the man! Why would I believe that, over the certainty of the man's death? You call me naive and thick, but I'm starting to believe you are merely a fomenter of some misguided revolution, led by Lord Potter."

"I've seen him," Daniel replied darkly from his seat. "As has Lord Longbottom. I froze still at the man's appearance outside my home, and would be dead if Lord Potter hadn't distracted the monster. What will it take for you to believe us? How many of our number need to see the man before you do? Because I promise, the fact that four of us have seen him and survived will be the exception rather than the rule. I truly hope you aren't proven wrong by him visiting your home, because at that point, you won't be wrong for much longer."

"I can see the fairy tale has been contagious," Edgecomb countered snootily. "It's truly sad to see respected families cater to some boy's imaginative hallucinations. I don't know why you're all so adamantly wrong, but I'll no longer take any part in a conversation that goes against our Ministry. I'll repeat my shame at the fact that my name will be recorded alongside those that wish to propagate this nonsense, and I'll take my leave. Have another vote for your insurrection, Lord Potter."

"Thank you, madame," Harry offered politely as the witch moved to exit her row. "If there are any others of you who refuse to listen to reason, you may as well join the sycophant in her exit. I'm not willing to allow more deaths without at least trying to prevent them. I'd love to hear any and all concerns, but not if my words go unheard afterwards."

"You're more than a menace," Edgecomb hissed as she approached the exit. "You're a danger to our world!"

"And you're a dresser drawer," he replied dryly, drawing a laugh from his godfather.

The confused woman reddened at the outrageous accusation, but left without another word. Harry gave the rest of those gathered a chance to respond, and seeing no further argument, stood to address them.

"She is right that this Chamber is much different than it was before I joined. But if you'll all remember, I'm not the one that instigated that change, except for Yaxley perhaps. This group is now whittled down to those that actually care about our people… about their safety, and the safety of those to come after. It is vital that we act decisively and collectively. Those of you with family members at Hogwarts know exactly what the Ministry's influence has been. And for those of you that don't, I promise you'd be disgusted to be a fly on the wall.

"Those of you whose homes have been attacked, or have friends that have suffered the fate, know exactly what the Ministry's inaction has allowed. Those of you that work in the Ministry know exactly how many of the auror's best have left the department, and who now holds power higher than they deserve. This must change. It will be war, and right now we are woefully ill prepared for it."

"What are you suggesting, Lord Potter?" one of the progressives, Mrs. Gallen, asked.

"First and foremost we need to formally acknowledge the threat the Dark Lord poses. We need to make an official statement of the fact, and spread it as wide as we can. Afterwards, we need to rewrite the Charter. We have to limit Fudge in every way available to us, before he drives our nation to its knees. We must pull Hogwarts out from under Ministry control, and we need to ensure our own military force is expanded and trained as thoroughly and quickly as possible.

"Most still in this room have been added to my list. For those of you that declined the offer, I beg you to reconsider. For any of you that have no clue what I'm talking about, please meet me in my office after the session. I'm working towards ensuring the safety of our world, but I can't do it if I'm walking through three feet of mud with every step."

"Rewriting the Charter will require time," Albus added. "So we need to assign the subcommittee today. We are truly working against the clock. Lord Greengrass has agreed to be the committee chair, but he will need input and assistance from others to ensure any addendums hold water. I'd like for the Hogwarts issue, at least, to be finished before our scheduled meeting the last week of January so it can be voted on. Does anyone have any concerns before we move to assign the members of the committee?"

"Lord Potter," Mrs. Gallen spoke again, smirking slightly. "Shall we drop the charade of each of us having an equal voice?"

"Only if we also drop the ridiculous title of Lord," Harry answered, returning the smirk.

"You are the Wizengamot right now, and that's an indisputable fact. It seems we're all willing to follow, but what's to keep this from becoming a dictatorship? I don't know you well enough to expect that from you, but I don't know you well enough not to. You mentioned we need to use our paranoia, and I plan to listen to that advice in all avenues of my life."

"You're right to do so, madam," Harry replied with a smile, liking the woman's directness. "And for a while, this may feel like an autocracy in many ways. But I swear to you, I have a large group of trusted advisors, and everything I do is run through them."

"If I can interject," Daniel said as he stood, Harry happy to let him field the concern. "I happen to be one of those advisors, as are a few others in this room. In the effort of transparency, I'd ask them to stand."

Albus, Sirius, Amelia, and Arthur all stood, allowing for the remaining members to recognize them.

"Harry has been very open to our ideas and suggestions," Daniel continued. "But I understand that doesn't go far to alleviate concerns. I'll put it to the subcommittee to add an addendum for a vote of special circumstance. If any member feels the direction we're moving is unjust, they may call a vote to end the State of Emergency. Each member will only be allowed one vote only, and a simple majority will carry the issue. Voting to end the State of Emergency will return the political power to the Chamber as a whole, but we'll have to figure something out for the military force. I'll work with the committee and have a proposal in January."

"That works for me," Mrs. Gallen conceded. "And from what I've seen in the last few months, I don't believe it will ever be necessary."

"But you're right to cover all bases," Harry countered with a smile.

"If there is nothing else," Albus cut in. "I suggest we move to naming the committee."

December 31, 1995

The Manor was too full for Harry to feel comfortable, as Remus had suggested a large New Years' celebration. He argued against it at first, but when Moony mentioned it was a good way to make sure people were safe during a night primed for attacks, he relented. The remaining Wizengamot members were all in attendance with their families, as were a good number of others.

His training group and their families were among them, and Harry felt badly for his overworked elves. He commandeered a few from the village to help, but they all spent most of the evening transporting guests and refilling the food and drink provided in the formal dining and ballroom.

"Hey, mate," Neville said with a smile as he approached. "My Gran would be swatting your knuckles for your sour expression while you have guests."

"Sorry, Nev. I just feel weird opening my home to all these people."

"Trust me, I get it. A few years ago we threw a Christmas party, and I found a couple guests using my room to… get to know each other better."

"Yikes! At least the wards allowed me to close the upper levels, I guess. How are you holding up?"

"I'm here," the boy said with a shrug. "A bit overwhelmed, but I'll figure it out. It's weird being the Longbottom all of a sudden. I don't know how you've managed it all these years."

"It helped that I was completely ignorant of my responsibilities until last summer. And that I lost my folks so long ago, so I never knew anything other than being alone."

"I think that's what's bothering me the most. The loneliness. Knowing I'm going through life without a safety net from here on. Uncle Algie came to the funeral, but he's always off on some adventure, and isn't the most reliable when he is around."

"I definitely understand that, but if you'll direct your attention to the lovely blonde in the corner," he replied, smiling at his girlfriend standing with some of his friends and mentors. "You'll see the easiest way to fix that feeling. The Longbottom name isn't what makes someone family. That group has saved me in more ways than I can count, and they'd be happy to do the same for you."

"Emily said something similar," Neville smiled in return. "It's hard to match her reputation with how incredible she's been the last few days."

"Daniel's the same. A big ball of fluff wrapped in a crunchy outer shell."

"If you say so. It seems like you really have a great team around you."

"I'd like to add you to it. I know you're staying for the rest of the break, but I'd like you to put construction on hold for your new manor. Come stay with us. I could use another boy around, and I think you could use the support."

"I couldn't impose like that."

"It would be no imposition at all. There are plenty of bedrooms, most going to waste. If you don't like the idea, I'll understand, but I really want you here."

"Thanks, Harry," Neville replied shyly after a long moment of thought. "I think I'll take you up on that offer."

"Good," Harry cheered brightly. "Now, I hate to leave you, but Daphne looks like she may curse Roger Davies if he asks her to dance one more time."

"Go!" his friend ordered with a laugh. "I'll find Ron."

"No luck there, mate. He's already dancing with Hermione. I think your best bet may be finding a partner yourself. Or I can let you upstairs if you're scared."

"I'm not eleven anymore," Neville replied with a roll of his eyes, refusing to be baited. "I'll see you out there."

Harry grinned at his friend and stood. As he walked across the large entrance hall to his girlfriend, he was stopped multiple times to exchange niceties. After the fifth interruption, his patience wore thin.

"Harry!" Daniel called loudly, an amused look in his eye.

He was glad for the excuse to ignore his guests, and people parted in front of him as he finally approached.

"Looked like you needed a rescue," Daniel noted with a grin.

"We're even for the thing with Voldemort," Harry agreed with a shudder.

"You'll get used to it. Or you'll become a recluse and only be seen at sessions."

"You can guess which I'd prefer. Thanks for the help, but I'm actually looking for a different Greengrass."

Daphne stepped close to his side with a happy smile, and he put his hand on the small of her back.

"I meant your Mum, but I guess you'll do. Care to dance?"

"I'd love to," she answered, swatting him on the shoulder. "But I've lost sight of Roger's brother. Would you help me look for him?"

"You two disgust me," Daniel interrupted dryly. "Go stand far too close and stare into each other's eyes, would you? I'll go find a drink."

"Love you, Dad," Daphne giggled as he turned.

Harry led her to the ballroom, which was decorated tastefully thanks to Emily. He weaved his way through the crowd, his hand never leaving Daphne's back. They managed to find an opening on the dance floor and Harry smiled as he noticed Ron and Hermione not far away. He took Daphne's right hand in his left, his right grasping her back formally.

"Have I told you how incredible you look tonight?" he asked softly.

"Seven or eight times," Daphne admitted with a smile. "But feel free to keep repeating yourself."

"I will. Every time I've found you this evening, my breath has been violently ripped from my body. It's getting rather annoying, actually."

"Are you sure it's me and not Fleur?" she asked with a teasing grin.

"Fleur's here?"

"Of course she is. She's the one surrounded by fifteen men at all times. You really haven't seen her?"

"I honestly haven't," Harry answered with a laugh. "I won't deny Fleur's beauty, but you put her to shame in every way."

"You're crazy."

"For you."

His comment earned him another swat to the shoulder, but it was followed by a kiss to his hand. A fair trade in Harry's opinion. He felt supremely uncomfortable in his new dress robes, but at least they were more like a muggle tux than a bathrobe. Daphne had chosen a blue cocktail dress that matched her jewelry perfectly. The dress was easily the most elaborate thing Harry had seen her wear, and when she walked down the stairs before the party, he was rendered speechless for an embarrassing amount of time.

"You should dance with her next," Daphne said sobrely, with no hint of jealousy. "She hasn't been able to enjoy herself yet. She's smiling and speaking to everyone, and politely saying no when asked, but I can tell she's grown tired of the attention."

"I will," Harry promised. "And I'll point her at some Weasleys afterwards."

"Not Ron."

"Of course not," he laughed. "That boy loves Hermione, but I'm pretty sure he'd still turn to jelly with Fleur. I was thinking of Charlie and Bill."

"Ooooh, they'd both be a good fit. Maybe you can play matchmaker."

"I'd rather just dance with you."

"I'll be here after. I'll ask Neville or Blaise to dance while you're gone."

Harry noticed the Gryffindor pushing through towards them as if summoned by his name, leading Ginny to the dance floor. He smiled at his friend, who returned it, before turning back to his girlfriend.

"You should dance with your Dad at some point, too."

"I planned to. I was gonna get you to ask my Mum when I did, but after your comment earlier…"

Harry interrupted the mock pout with a kiss to her fingers, the girl responding with a bright smile.

They danced for three songs, the last being a slow one. Harry pulled her close, and Daphne rested her head on his shoulder, placing her arms around his neck. They swayed gently to the music and he had a sudden realization.

"I've spent the last two hours switching between sulking and putting on a happy face to speak to guests," he whispered to his girlfriend. "I haven't enjoyed a bit of it. But for the last ten minutes, I've forgotten anybody else was even here, and I've been happy. Thank you for that."

"I'm glad to be of service," she whispered happily as she tilted her face up to his.

Instead of replying, he kissed her lightly, wishing they truly were the only ones here. The song faded into silence shortly afterwards, and Daphne pushed his chest gently.

"Go find Fleur. I'll track down Blaise."

Harry nodded and kissed her cheek, before moving towards the entrance hall. He didn't see the expected crowd of men, nor the beautiful French woman, but as he crossed into the dining room he nearly ran her over.

"'Arry!" she cried happily, quickly kissing his cheeks. "I've been hoping to find you."

Harry smiled in response, leading her and the older man who followed into a quiet corner of the entrance hall.

"I was looking for you too, Fleur. I was hoping you'd honor me with a dance."

"I would love to! I grow weary of the boys following me around. Papa, I'll find you after."

Harry, realizing the man was someone he owed a lot to, quickly extended a hand.

"Monsieur Delacour," he began formally. "I'm sorry I missed your entrance. Thank you for coming and your promise of support."

"You are quite welcome, Lord Potter. Your Manor is quite impressive, as is what I've heard of your plans."

Harry noticed the man's accent was much weaker than his daughter's, though Fleur's was improving rapidly. He was well-built, and one could easily guess he was a leader of men from the way he carried himself. Harry knew he would have been intimidated by his presence a year ago.

"Call me Harry, please."

"Jean," he returned with a smile. "I was hoping to meet with you soon. I hear you're no longer at Hogwarts, so maybe once everyone returns to school?"

"Of course," Harry answered, knowing leaving the school would be no issue. "I'd be honored, and I'll wait to hear from you. Do you mind if I dance with your daughter?"

"Fleur makes her own decisions, Harry, but I'm glad for her to have a chance to enjoy herself. Please take her, as long as the other pretty blonde won't be upset over it."

"Daphne's the one who mentioned it," he replied with a grin.

Jean and Fleur both looked happily surprised, and Harry offered his arm to the witch.

"If you haven't met my godfather Sirius, he'll make sure you don't get bored, sir."

"I met him briefly, but I'll go find him again."

"Tell him I said to show you the basement. I'll look after Fleur."

Jean smiled his thanks, and Harry led his daughter towards the ballroom.

"I don't need looking after, 'Arry," Fleur offered, though her tone was teasing.

"Trust me, I know," he replied with a grin. "But I've learned from Daphne's dad that fathers appreciate that kind of thing."

Fleur giggled in response, and Harry noticed a few nearby wizards nearly drop their drinks at the sound. He rolled his eyes at them, and pushed through until he found the dance floor. The song was a slow one, so he pulled Fleur close, though not as close as he had Daphne. They swayed in a circle for a bit, while Fleur seemed to study him. After a minute, Harry saw her eyes widen in realization and knew something was coming.

"You're in love with her," she accused with a bright smile.

"Fleur," Harry whispered, hoping she would adopt his tone. "We've only known each other for a few months. Love is rushing it a bit."

"Non," she whispered simply in reply. "I was not asking, I was feeling. Veela magic allows me to feel love, and you are in love."

Harry blushed at the response, not willing to admit anything to himself yet.

"I am so happy for you. I have not met Daphne, but she is beautiful. She has the other boys staring as much as I."

"I noticed," he replied frustratedly, earning loud laughter from his partner in response.

"You shouldn't be jealous. She has only looked for you when it's happened. I was impressed with her from a distance."

"She's incredible," Harry agreed with a smile. "You'd like her."

"Then I expect an introduction! I could use a friend closer to my new home."

"You moved to Britain?"

"I took a job at Gringotts over the summer. I found a flat above a shop in Diagon Alley."

"Then you must already know Bill! I was going to introduce you to him this evening."

"Bill Weasley?" she asked, her happiness quickly turning dangerous.

"Er… yeah. He's a friend."

"He is a connard."

"I'm guessing that doesn't mean 'fine gentleman'?" Harry replied confusedly.

"Non," she agreed with a shake of her head. "He is an asshole."

"Bill? I've never seen that from him. Did he hurt you?"

"Non, 'e did not allow himself the chance to do so. 'E trained me, and we developed a friendship. It seemed like we were both interested, but all of a sudden 'e is distant and polite," Harry noticed she almost spat the word, clearly not liking the idea. "I think I know why, and it 'as been difficult to work with 'im since."

"I honestly don't know why that would've happened, Fleur," Harry answered, feeling slightly awkward by her openness, and her strengthening accent. "I'll talk to him."

"It is nothing," she replied, regaining her composure immediately. "I have dealt with it before."

"But you shouldn't have to. If it's because you're a veela, I can only guess he's confused. I'll speak to him. If nothing else, just to tell him we're friends."

"It is not necessary, 'Arry."

"I only hoped to introduce the two of you to give you someone else to dance with that won't be a puddle on the floor if you smile," Harry offered, hoping to break the tension.

"And so you can get back to Daphne," she countered with a grin.

"And that," he laughed. "I could introduce you to his brother, Charlie, if that doesn't feel too awkward for you."

"I've noticed him. He hasn't stared at me like the others, and I do like to dance."

"Then I'll do so. I could care less how much most of my guests enjoy their evening, but us champions have to stick together."

"That's what I told my father when he asked me about you before we came," Fleur agreed with a smile. "He asked me what I knew of you, but that was before you grew up so impressively. Gabrielle would be a puddle on the floor, as you said."

Harry blushed at the idea of anyone looking at him like that, and his expression caused Fleur to laugh loudly again. The effect of the sound must have been powerful, judging from the reactions around him, but all Harry could think about was how much he wanted to get back to Daphne. The song eventually came to an end, and Harry led the way out of the ballroom in search of Charlie.

They found him chatting with Hagrid and Madame Maxime, though he quickly excused himself as Harry caught his eye. He immediately agreed to dance with Fleur, and Harry left the two to their mission. As he turned to find Daphne, he noticed a very unhappy Bill Weasley standing on the far side of the room. He moved towards the man, deciding to go ahead and figure out what was going on while he had the time.

"Bill," he called as he approached. "Let's go to the kitchen for a moment."

His friend nodded his acceptance, and Harry led the way into the large room. The elves greeted him as he entered, but were too busy to stop to chat. Harry sat on a stool at the massive kitchen island, and Bill sat opposite, a curious look on his face.

"I was worried for a moment," Harry began firmly. "That you had some unseen bigotry that I never guessed at before. But seeing the look on your face just now, I'm assuming that's not it."

"What are you talking about? Bill asked in response.

"Fleur. We just shared a dance."

"I noticed."

"I'm sure you did. Do you consider me a friend, Bill?"

"Of course I do. Family even."

"Great! Then I won't hesitate to ask, what the fuck is your problem?"

"Wha…" the redhead stuttered, clearly shocked by the change in tone. "What are you talking about, mate?"

"I'm talking about the fact that you grew close to a friend of mine, then suddenly backed away with no explanation. She was hurt by that, and thinks it's because she's veela. I don't like my friends being hurt, even if it's by other friends. I don't want to pry into your personal life, but hearing her side of the story, I felt compelled to hear yours."

"It's not because she's veela," he defended quietly. "It's because she's a Delacour."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean her father is bloody Jean Delacour, one of the most powerful men in France, and likely its next Minister."

"Are you intimidated by him?" Harry asked confusedly.

"I'm not intimidated by anyone. Though your expression a few seconds ago was close."

"Then what? Do you not like her? I don't understand."

"I was blown away by her. We had far too much fun doing rather boring work, and every day since then I've wished I could go back to when I was training her." Bill's expression grew miserable, and Harry grabbed a bottle of firewhiskey, passing it to the man.

"From what I could tell, she'd probably be interested in a dance," he offered gently.

"And then what? Then I fall in love with the daughter of the most powerful man in France? He allows his daughter to date a curse breaker for a bank? I can read this story without turning a page, mate."

"Jean told me not ten minutes ago that his daughter makes her own decisions. Try again, that excuse is broken."

Bill was silent for a long moment, before pouring himself a drink and downing it. He made no reaction to the fiery liquid, and Harry realized his friend felt truly awful.

"It's the war," Harry whispered in realization, Bill meeting his eyes immediately in surprise. "You're worried you'll put her in danger. Or that you'll be killed and leave her alone."

"How the hell did you figure that out so quickly?"

"Not an original story, mate," Harry answered with a smile. "I fought Daphne away with everything I had. I was terrified of making her a target, and knew she deserved more than I could promise. I know I'm only fifteen, and our situations seem different to you, but I promise I understand."

"Your age is the biggest lie about you, I think. I feel like a younger brother every time we speak."

"I'm not sure how I feel about that, but I'll take it if it means you trust what I'm about to tell you. I'm a thousand times stronger with Daphne than without. Magically, emotionally, intellectually… in every way. And she's said the same. I fought it as hard as I could, but the fight literally sapped me of the ability to be a person.

"I don't know exactly how you feel, but I recognized the look on your face before I grabbed you. I saw it in the mirror every time I brushed my teeth. It hurts."

"But you two seem like you're meant for each other, Harry. There's no guarantee Fleur and I are the same."

"There's not. But there is a guarantee you won't find out unless you try. I'll regret the pain I caused Daph until the day I die, regardless of what happens to our relationship. I was wrong. And it just kinda feels like you might be, too."

"I wouldn't even know where to begin," Bill admitted with a grimace. "She's been so cold to me..."

"No," Harry corrected. "She's reacted in the only way available to her. Any coldness is because of your actions. And from how she spoke while we danced, it won't be an easy conversation."

"God damnit," Bill muttered, standing and pacing the floor. "Why am I even considering this? I can't promise her anything."

"You don't have to! You only have to give her the truth. Tell me, do you look for her? When you're at work, or here, or in the Alley, do you look for her?"

"Everywhere I go," he admitted in defeat.

"Ron'll be thrilled."

"Huh?"

"Nothing," Harry laughed. "Your youngest brother is a Doctor of Love, and it's rather annoying."

Bill's confused expression only furthered his amusement, but he stifled it the best he could.

"Go ask her to dance. Talk to her. And be honest. Tell her how you feel about the danger to yourself and to her if you were together. And tell her how you've felt since you were a 'connard'. She deserves a chance to decide for herself."

"I've heard that word a few times in the last couple months," Bill admitted with a small smile. He fell silent for a long moment, before pouring himself a second drink. Harry removed the bottle as he downed the shot.

"How the hell do you do it? On top of everything else you have going on, how are you an expert in relationships all of a sudden?"

"Bill," Harry laughed in response. "Hermione would hex you for that comment. All I've done in this conversation is repeat pieces of advice given to me in a similar situation. I know less than nothing about relationships, and I'm flying by the seat of my pants with Daph. But I will say it's been worth it beyond anything else I've ever experienced."

"I can tell. Your happiness is damn near tangible."

"Then go get it for yourself, you connard! And leave me to my own beautiful blonde."

Bill took a few deep breaths, clearly trying to prepare himself. With a final nod, he led the way from the kitchen to the ballroom. Harry watched from a distance as the man fought his way through the crowd. When he approached Fleur and Charlie, he stopped a respectful distance away, speaking softly to the pair.

Charlie grinned at him in relief, but Fleur was more hesitant. Her look was cold as she considered Bill's words, and her eyes darted around the room. They eventually found Harry's through the crowd, and he sent her an encouraging smile. Her only response was a twitch of her lips before she finally nodded seriously to Bill.

"Thanks for that, mate," Charlie said as he approached. "I saw you pull him away. He hasn't listened to me one bit about her, but whatever you said to him must've worked. Fleur ranted about the git for two entire songs."

"I'm glad I may have helped," he replied with a grin. "But I just relayed what Ron told me. How is he the most skilled at relationships out of our group?"

Charlie shook his head with a chuckle, following Harry's gaze to where the teen danced with Hermione, the pair chatting with smiles on their faces.

"I think he spent more time with our parents," the man answered, gesturing to a happily dancing Arthur and Molly. "That, or he listened better, but that doesn't sound like him."

"It doesn't, but something must've stuck. Thanks for listening to her, Charlie."

"Of course," he said with a shrug. "Any other gorgeous women you need me to dance with, just let me know. I live to serve."

Charlie turned to walk away, but found himself face to face with Emily Greengrass.

"Speaking of!" he flirted with a wink.

Emily grinned at the redhead and patted him on the cheek. "Maybe ten years ago, Charles, but thank you for the compliment."

"The good ones are always taken," Charlie pouted dramatically.

"I saw McGonagall looking lonely," Harry offered helpfully.

He and Emily laughed as the man's eyes shot open wide in excitement. He pushed through the crowd urgently, and their laughter died, not sure if Charlie was joking anymore.

"Your friends are weird, Harry."

"Tell me about it. Your husband included."

"No arguments here. He's dancing with your girlfriend, so I figured I'd see if you'd like the honor of my company."

"Nothing would please me more," Harry replied, bowing formally before extending an arm.

He led the smiling woman to the dance floor, finding a spot near Daphne and her dad.

"You have to tell me what that mess with Bill was about," Emily pleaded as they danced.

"He's falling for Fleur, who's falling in return, but he was an idiot about it, and needed to be set straight."

"Sounds familiar."

"I thought so, too," Harry smiled. "And I gave him the benefit of my incredible years of experience. It was… bizarre."

"Age isn't everything, Harry. If it worked as it looks like it has, it's what he needed to hear."

"You know, I wish when I was being an idiot I could've spoken to you about it instead of your husband."

"I heard that."

"I meant you to. Dance with your daughter."

Harry grinned at the pair that had moved closer as they danced. Daniel returned his smile and spun his daughter impressively.

"You'll forgive me if I don't try to match that," he said to Emily. "I'm barely managing back and forth at the moment."

"I'll teach you," Daphne offered from his left.

"I'll let you. Dance with your father."

"Harry," Emily said through her laughter. "I can't tell you how happy I am that you appeared so suddenly into our lives. I was really growing quite bored."

"I don't blame you, and I'm happy to be of service," he replied with an exaggerated bow, kissing the woman's knuckles lightly as the song died.

"That's enough out of you," Daniel interjected. "We're switching partners before you corrupt my wife any further."

"We'll make quite the statement together, Lord Greengrass," Harry joked as the man approached.

"Dance with my daughter," the man replied in mock frustration.

"If I must."

He released Emily, and smoothly swapped places with the man.

"You must," Daphne answered as she grabbed his hand.

"Finally."

"Look at what you did," she countered, gesturing towards Bill and Fleur.

It seemed the two had agreed to a detente at least, as they stared silently into each other's eyes. Harry smiled at the sight, but noticed a few disgruntled wizards scattered throughout the room. He felt a pang of worry about the negative attention, but knew Bill and Fleur were more than capable of handling themselves.

"How do you know it was me?"

"Because I watched you when you were dancing with her, you silly man. I saw her get upset, and I know you. Any time something is fixed within seconds, chances are you had a hand in it."

"I wish I had that power. Honestly, he was doing what I was dumb enough to do with you. He's scared of her getting hurt, or leaving her. I can't blame him for it, and I still feel it myself from time to time."

Daphne raised his arm in response, twirling gracefully underneath it and leading him through an elaborate spin.

"Good thing for the two of you that you found two strong women, then," she said as she completed the impressive move.

"Hey," he defended with a smile. "I'm already convinced. I've been proven wrong thoroughly and regularly. I'd be lost without you."

"And I you," she replied seriously, her heart in her eyes.

"How 'bout I kick everyone out? Just us ringing in the new year?"

"I think your reputation would suffer."

"Daph, I mean what I'm about to say so incredibly much… fuuuuck my reputation."

"Watch your mouth, sir!" she countered indignantly, though her smile ruined the act. "It's just a few minutes away. Maybe we could find a private spot for the fireworks?"

"Best idea I've heard tonight," he said with a grin, grabbing her hand. "We're going to head outside early," he explained to Daniel as he moved past them.

"You need to direct your guests."

"No I don't. If they can't manage to find a door, they're not invited back. Albus is playing host too. He'll deal with it."

"Fine," Daniel replied with a smirk. "You go enjoy the show. I'll help Albus cover for you."

"Thanks. We'll be back after."

"Shortly after!" the father called as they walked away, forcing laughs from the couple.

Harry dragged Daphne through the crowd, smiling and accepting brief small talk from various guests as he did so. They eventually made it to the front door, and he breathed deeply as he felt the cool night air.

Harry conjured a blanket when they reached their destination, glad the climate ward had kept the night mild. He spread the blanket on the ground near the pond and flopped onto it, Daphne following with much more grace. He tugged her backwards until they were laying flat, and smiled as she quickly nestled into her spot.

"The stars are amazing," she noted. "And look! We can spy on everyone dancing."

Harry laughed at her excitement, looking towards the large window into the ballroom.

"I really hated the Yule Ball last year," he said softly after a long moment. "But dancing with you tonight was perfect."

"I wish you hadn't had to be Lord Potter, so we could've had more time."

Harry hopped to his feet, startling Daphne by the action. He held a hand out formally, and she took it with a laugh. He lifted the girl to her feet and pulled her close.

"I think we're missing something," she smiled as they swayed back and forth to the sound of silence.

"You could sing…"

"I'd rather not spoil the moment."

Harry grinned in response and drew his wand. He cast the same music charm the ballroom held, and a ballad played softly in the air around them. They danced without speaking for a few minutes, simply enjoying the closeness. Neither noticed the crowd of guests exit the Manor, but they did break apart at the first of the fireworks.

A large number ten lit up the night sky, but was quickly replaced by a nine. Harry turned to Daphne, whose eyes were already on him, and got lost in the emotion he found. When he saw the bright '1' reflected in the pond, he leaned forward and captured her lips.

Harry missed most of the impressive light show, but wouldn't complain about the distraction.

A/N: Jean will play a medium sized part in this story, and that's absolutely because of countless other fanfic authors. Shoutout to all that have made him such a cool character, and I have plans for my next story that he'll feature heavily in.