AN: 9th Submission!

Word Count: 1389

TW: Hatred

Setting: All of Hogwarts

Prompt: Salvio Hexia – [plot point] going from wanting to harm someone to protecting them

Daphne Greengrass hated Harry Potter. Sure, hate was a big word for an eleven year old, but it was deserved. Ever since she'd seen him on the train, she knew he'd be an attention seeking little brat. Always running off into danger, talking back to professors, losing his house every point Mudblood Granger earned for them; he was a total fool.

As Daphne walked through the halls, she noticed the black haired boy running down the hall. She rolled her eyes. Much easier to ignore him than to wonder what he was doing.

Of course, Daphne did wonder, but never out loud. Pansy had made that mistake once and Malfoy hadn't talked to her for a week.

No, everyone in Slytherin knew to keep their mouth shut.

Still, Daphne wanted to follow him. Where exactly was he running off too? What was the point? The reason?

It made her curious, and Daphne hated being curious.

Daphne Greengrass hated Harry Potter. Bloody jerk (and pardon her language, she was a lady but sometimes you needed to swear!) had made it seem like he was the heir of Slytherin all year! It had driven her house crazy. Like, seriously crazy. One of the seventh year's had almost attacked Malfoy over his response.

"Potter? Heir of Slytherin? Just because he can talk to snakes? Hippogryph shite if you ask me."

"He's just mad because he can't speak to snakes" Tracey had whispered to her. Daphne had to stifle her giggle. It was true, a Gryffindor of all people being able to speak the language of snakes was a blow to any Slytherins pride.

Not Daphne's though. She hated Harry Potter. If he got killed, so bloody be it! His fault for being a stupid Gryffindor.

Daphne- yeah you get the gist. But it was true! Not only had Potter been stupid enough to let a serial killer come after him, he'd let the bastard corner his friend too!

Okay, that was stupid, Potter didn't choose to have a serial killer after him, Daphne knew that, but he was causing so much ruckus that everyone was forced to sleep in the great hall like house elves!

"You must tell the boy," She heard Professor Snape hiss. She quickly closed her eyes, making sure her breathing was nice and quiet. She had practice, having stayed up all the time as a child to play with her toys

"Not yet, Severus," The old voice of Albus Dumbledore answered back. "He is much too young to know."

"He has a murderer after him, Albus." Snape replied. Ah, of course they were talking about Potter. Everything was about perfect Potter. "He needs to know."

She heard the professors walk away, steps quiet on the stone floor of the great hall. Daphne turned her head after a few moments, sitting up quietly to see who else in her house was up. She noticed someone else sitting up, gazing at the way the two professors had walked. Daphne's eyes narrowed and she laid back down quickly.

Served Potter right, he deserved to be killed.

Potter had done it this year! Finally, Daphne would get her wish! Potter had entered the triwizard tournament! Maybe he'd kick the bucket and she'd finally be granted peace!

Daphne was a quiet girl, although she wasn't overlooked. Draco knew of her skill in charms, and the blonde brat had found her in the library one afternoon with a plan.

"We take this badge, and combine it with this one."

"And you want me to help?" Daphne asked, voice like silk.

"Yes, I'm willing to split payment-"

"No need," Daphne said simply, staring at the Potter Stinks badge. "I'll gladly help."

"What did Potter ever do to you?" Pansy asked from the other side of Draco, looking at herself in a pocket mirror. "You hate him almost as much as Malfoy."

"He's annoying," Daphne answered, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, there's not much in his head. He should do us all a favour and disappear; get eaten by a hippogryph or something."

"Hopefully, the first task shows Hogwarts who's really in charge."

And then Potter outshone every competitor in the first task.

And then he saved that french girl in the second.

And then… then Potter came back clutching Cedric Diggory's dead body.

Daphne would sooner openly admit to supporting the Dark Lord than agree with anything a Gryffindor said, but Harry Potter was NOT a murderer.

She hadn't meant to stare at him, really, she didn't, but Potter looked odd, and Daphne hated odd things. Potter normally didn't smile. He wasn't like Weasley who had a dopey grin upon his face, or the Mudblood with her serious gaze, but Potter never really looked unhappy.

Now Potter looked like death had spoken to him face to face.

She wasn't worried or anything, no, nothing like that! It was just…odd. His eyes fluttered close from his seat in the library. Daphne looked down at her own book. She hadn't turned the page in a bit. She'd just been reading the same page over and over again. She turned the page, glancing up once more. Potter's eyes were closed, his chin resting on his hand. Daphne squinted. Had he written on himself? She couldn't tell, but it intrigued her.

She mumbled a quiet spell, softening the sound of her footsteps as she slowly rose from her chair, making her way over to his table. He was alone, his two tagalongs nowhere to be seen. It made this easier.

She walked to his side of the library, kneeling down as if she was grabbing a book. She turned her head just enough, eyes reading over his hand

I must not tell lies.

It wasn't written on his skin, oh no, it was etched into it.

Daphne knew exactly where, or rather who it had come from.

Her stomach lurched, and she rose, heading to the door.

"Madam?" She spoke quickly. "My stuff, it's still- I think I'm gonna be sick-"

"Yes yes, out with you now, don't want to upset the books." Madam Pince said, waving her off. Daphne hurried to the bathroom.

Potter was an overzealous jerk, but he didn't deserve that.

"Look how stupid Weasley looks," Tracey giggled in her ear. Daphne just rolled her eyes. Weasley did look stupid, but she wasn't going to say it outloud. Someone was always listening. "Who do you think is gonna win?"

"Slytherin, of course. Just look at them." Daphne answered, flipping her long hair over her shoulder. "They're underprepared"

"That's not the word I'd use." Pansy snorted, sneakily taking out her photo and capturing a photo of one unsuspecting Draco Malfoy.

"I think you said the same thing when we called you a stalker." Tracey teased. Daphne didn't pay them any more attention, opting to look at the game instead. It had been going on for a while now, and while they had been making fun of the redhead, Weasley was doing surprisingly good.

"AND POTTER SEES THE SNITCH!" The announcer shouted, almost everyone gasping as Potter spun closer and closer to the ground, his arm outstretched.

Daphne felt her stomach drop. She couldn't help it, she rushed the the edge of the stands, watching as he inched closer and closer and-

He pulled up, bristles of his broom brushing against the stadium ground. His arm was raised in triumph, the stands cheering at the win.

Daphne let out a sigh.

"Daphne, what was that?" Tracey asked, confused. "You've never been that interested."

"I take an interest in quidditch." She said, sniffing. "I wanted to see if Potter would hit the ground."

"Or maybe you like him," Pansy teased.

"Of course not! I hate him. He'd be better off dead!"

But Daphne didn't know if that was true or not.

"Harry Potter…is dead!"

Daphne gasped, as did most of the students around them. She didn't actually expect… She saw the Dark Lord's mouth moving, but the sounds were muffled, barely audible as her breathing quickened.

She took it back, she didn't want to kill Harry Potter, she wanted to save him!

Everyone watched as the young man's body rolled out of the giant oaf's arms and onto the floor.

Daphne ran as fast as she could, casting spells at every death eater she saw.

The light would win today.