A/N: This is a what-if story about the golden trio taken to a different manor during their Horcrux hunt and how this changes everything. Some characters will be better off, some won't be affected at all and some will end up worse.

Daphne in this story is not "nice person" by most people's standards but she is definitely not crazy-evil either. As the description says, she is a pureblood supremacist and the story will explore why she believes in that philosophy. Sadly, it also means that most of the time, Hermione and muggleborns in general will not get what one would consider a fair treatment from her. Let's hope Harry can mellow her out at least a bit.

Also note that this is not a classic "redemption" fic for Daphne. Though in my opinion, she will become a much better person by the end nonetheless. Also, watch out for Astoria.

Enjoy and I would be happy to read and answer your reviews. :-)

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They were doomed.

That was the single thought on Harry's mind as he and his friends struggled uselessly against the grip of their captors. Why did he have to utter Voldemort's name out loud? It was such a stupid mistake to make.

At first it seemed that not all hope was lost. That luck would be on their side once more. Hermione's plan of masking his appearance with an overpowered stinging hex was working. He even managed to convince the snatchers that his name was 'Vernon Dudley', that he was a Slytherin student and that his father worked at the Ministry. They still refused to let them go but Harry hoped they might let their guard down long enough for them to escape…

But it all fell apart the moment they searched their possessions and found the silver goblin-made sword. Harry had a feeling the snatchers were no great scholars but even they went to Hogwarts at some point. They could recognize the lion sigils on the hilt and knew it to be the fabled Sword of Gryffindor. And just like that, Harry and his friends were doomed. Their captors did not believe anything they said from that point. After all, three innocent school children on a camping trip did not just happen to possess a priceless treasure.

After that, the snatchers handcuffed them. Ron protested loudly as three men grabbed Hermione to place the restraints on her. It did not do anything except earn him a punch in the face. A moment later, they were all restrained and their captors gathered all the things they could find in their camp. In the end, two snatchers grabbed each of their arms and a moment later, Harry felt himself squeezed through a tight rubber tube. He realized they were side-apparating them somewhere, probably straight to Voldemort.

Upon arrival, Harry was expecting to find himself in a dark, cold dungeon filled with tortured screams of Dark Lord's victims. He was surprised when the next thing he saw was a clean blue sky. They were somewhere outside, surrounded by a beautiful green country. In front of them was a large iron gate with roses entwined through the bars. From each side of the gate ran a giant hedgerow, serving as a living fence for whatever was beyond the gate. It was thick and nothing could be seen beyond it, which made it look totally impregnable. Harry was immediately reminded of the third task of the Triwizard tournament and the maze. He figured it was ironic as entering that maze led him straight to Voldemort as well.

"Let's move!" the leading snatcher snarled and his underlings started dragging them towards the gate. Harry had a feeling that he will likely be killed on the other side. A self-preservation instinct made him dig his heels into the ground but his captors laughed at his feeble resistance. They easily forced him forward, closer to the foreboding gate that might as well lead into hell. And yet despite that, he could not help but admire the beautiful roses…

The leading snatcher reached for the gate and cursed loudly as he pricked his hand – the roses were beautiful but had many thorns. After a while the gate seemed to open on its own and the snatchers led the captured trio inside. Beyond the gate was a short road leading to huge manor house that would easily qualify as a palace in the muggle world. Harry was no expert on architecture, but it was clear to him it must be old. Yet it was in a perfect condition. Ivy and other plants were growing on its grey stone walls. They were meticulously trimmed, enhancing the pristine feeling given off by the whole building.

In front of it was a courtyard surrounded by flower gardens on all sides. It was dominated by a huge fountain with several cascading basins filled with flowing water and blooming water plants that Harry had no idea what to call. Under any other circumstances, he would gladly admire the surroundings and he had trouble believing that Voldemort would really live here. It felt like an insult to such a peaceful and beautiful place.

His admirations were stopped when he saw someone approaching from the house. Thankfully, it was not Voldemort but rather a woman in a black dress. She was flanked by two men. Their two groups met next to the fountain, keeping a respectful distance from each other "What do you want here?!" the woman hissed at them.

"Lady Greengrass… we- we brought something for your husband," the leader snatcher spoke, slightly disturbed by her hostile tone. He gestured at his captives. Harry noticed the woman's expression became tortured at the mention of her husband but the snatcher remained oblivious as he kept looking around "Is he…?"

"You came for naught!" she interrupted whatever the snatcher was about to say. "My husband is dead!" she finished as she angrily stomped forward until she stood right in front of them. The two men at her sides followed her every step but said or did nothing. Harry thought they looked like her bodyguards, which they probably were. Now that she was closer, Harry could see that she was quite beautiful despite her grief-stricken expression. Harry figured this woman must be a pureblood witch of very high standing, seeing as she was dressed expensively and titled as a Lady. "Greengrass… where the hell did I hear that name?!" he wondered. It was almost on a tip of his tongue but he could not remember.

"Dead?" the snatcher asked in annoyed voice devoid of any sympathy. He took a nervous step back. "But we have prisoners, and…"

"PRISONERS?!" Lady Greengrass screamed. "My husband is dead because of all this nonsense and you dare come to my house and demand more from my family?!" she screamed in anger, tears now falling down her face. "I'll tell you what you can do! You can take your prisoners and shove them up into Dark L-"

"Mother! That is enough!" came another voice and Harry's gaze snapped towards its source. More people came from the house. This time, the speaker was a young woman, a girl, about his age he reckoned. She bore a striking resemblance to the elder woman, except that her hair was blonde and her expression was devoid of emotion in contrast. Harry never met the elder woman before but he was almost positive he has seen this girl somewhere at least once. "Did she go to Hogwarts too?"

The younger woman also came flanked with more than a dozen men and women, dressed in the same robes as her mother's bodyguards.

"Gentlemen…" she spoke as she took in the situation in front of her. Her eyes rapidly travelled between her distraught mother and the intruding snatchers and their prisoners. "… please forgive my mother's grief. As you just heard, my father and lord of House Greengrass passed away," she stated, making her mother flinch but otherwise, the elder woman remained silent, letting her daughter speak.

"From now on, you will conduct your business with me," she informed them coldly before turning to her mother. "Mother… wait for me inside, I will handle this," she told her in more gentle voice. The girl briefly glanced at the two men accompanying her mother who nodded at her unspoken orders and escorted the distraught woman back inside.

"So what have you brought for us?" she finally addressed the snatchers who were up until now looking around uncertainly. It was clear that they were expecting to meet the girl's father and the situation took them completely by surprise. Still, the leader tried to salvage the situation.

"Three runaways. Eh… Lady Greengrass?" he tried to guess the correct honorific. When the girl did not reprimand or react, he continued talking. "Caught them camping in woods… bastards saying Dark Lord's name. Thought they could get away with it. Had some funny things on them too…"

The girl was silently listening while she examined the three prisoners. Harry lowered his gaze to the ground when she stared right at him.

"Reckoned they are worth at least a thousand," the leader eventually said. "Not counting the loot, of course," he added.

"A thousand?" the girl repeated and walked closer to Harry, studying his face carefully. His emerald green eyes met her icy blue. Her expression did not change as she studied him but there was a knowing twinkle in her eyes that made him nervous. Then he felt a tingling at the back of his head. The same one he felt during his private lessons with Snape!

He immediately knew what she was trying to do and tried to empty his mind of all thoughts. It seemed to be working as the feeling went away. The girl blinked in surprise. A first emotion he has seen from her. Without any warning, she reached out to grab his chin and turned his head left and right. The soft skin of her hand felt pleasantly cold on his swollen, hurting face, but Harry was terrified out of his mind. He could not shake off the feeling that this girl somehow knew exactly who he was.

But if she knew, she did not show it. "He sure is ugly for a thousand," she eventually said, earning few odd chuckles from some of the snatchers and even smiles from her stoic guards. She let go of Harry and moved on to the others. She gave only a passing glance to Ron before stopping in front of Hermione. She scanned the muggleborn witch with her eyes as she did with Harry. Hermione looked at her with fearful expression. "I know this one," the blonde girl eventually said and Harry saw Hermione's expression break into despair. She knew they were found out and that it was her fault.

"That's Penelope Clearwater," the girl announced to the snatchers.

'Wait, what?!' Harry thought in confusion. It seemed the girl was supporting Hermione's secret identity though Harry was confused how she even knew about it. She was not there when the snatchers took them and they did not tell her the names they used. "Damn it!" one of the snatchers cursed. "Girl said that was her name. Was hoping she was lying. She really a half-blood too?"

The young Lady Greengrass looked at him sharply as if she was insulted at being addressed by such low-life but then she nodded. "Indeed she is… a Ravenclaw" she looked over to Harry. "And that's Dudley… Veron or something?" she said, pretending to look uncertain. "He's in Slytherin, though."

'She read both our minds' Harry reasoned. It was the only explanation. But he was very confused. 'Why is she trying to help us?'

One of the snatchers cursed again. "Yeah, he said that too. His father works in the Ministry, he says. Shit!" he grabbed Ron's arm and pushed him forward. "Well, what about him?"

"I don't know his name," the girl said, looking Ron over with disinterest. "But he is always hanging with these two… I seriously doubt he's a mudblood. They don't make friends with Slytherins," she concluded and turned to the lead snatcher. "A good catch, indeed. But I don't think they are worth a thousand galleons."

Harry was puzzled by the development. Maybe if the girl refuses to give the snatchers money, they would just let them go? He quickly dismissed that thought. They would sooner torture and kill them in anger at not getting paid than let them go.

"There is more Lady Greengrass!" the leader cried out and to Harry's horror, he lifted the sword of Gryffindor from his belt. "They had this… it's goblin made and I think it's the sword of Gryffindor. It's worth a fortune… at least fifty thousand, I reckon," he exclaimed triumphantly as he held the sword high. Then he noticed the guards surrounding the blonde girl lifting their wands at his seemingly threatening gesture. He slowly lowered the sword down.

The girl stared at the Gryffindor's sword in disbelief before she collected herself. "May I examine this? I need to see if it's genuine," she asked and gestured to one of her guards. The man bowed and stepped forward to receive the sword. The snatcher only reluctantly handed it over to him and watched suspiciously as the guard carried it over to his mistress. The girl took it into her hand and carefully looked it over for at least a minute. In the end, she even took a few experimental swings at the air and turned around in a pirouette.

"Hey!" the snatcher complained, no doubt thinking she was going to steal it from him. She turned back so he could see the sword. "Relax, I am just testing its balance… and it's awful! Goblin-made, you say? I don't think so!" she said and sneered. She walked over to the stone fountain and to the surprise and horror of all the snatchers as well as Harry's, she smashed the blade flat against the stone edge of the fountain. The ancient blade cracked and smashed into thousand pieces as it hit the stone.

"But… that's impossible!" the lead snatcher gasped as he saw her easily destroy what he believed was a priceless and nearly indestructible artifact.

"Fools!" the girl hissed as she threw the broken hilt to the ground in front of them. "Such an obvious fake and you really thought it was goblin-made? Three school children taking a sword of Gryffindor on a camping trip?! Really? Are you that naive or just stupid?" she yelled at them and her expression grew dark. "Or perhaps you were trying to cheat me, is that it?!" she accused them, prompting her guards to look at the snatchers with murderous expression.

"But- we did not cheat! It looked real!" the lead snatcher protested as he still stared at the broken pieces in disbelief. "It was a mistake. We're sorry, alright?"

For a moment, it seemed that the young girl was about to order her guards to murder them all, but eventually she nodded. "Very well, perhaps it really was an honest mistake," she said and the snatchers visibly relaxed. "House Greengrass does not wish to discourage you from bringing us valuable finds next time," she continued. "That's why I will buy these prisoners from you and their possessions for the price you requested. One thousand galleons. And I will forgive your honest mistake… this time."

One of her guards stepped forward and handed the leader a sack of coins. "Thank you, my lady!" the greedy bastard said as he took the sack and used some spell to count the gold coins within. "They're all yours!" he finally said and his men pushed Harry and his friends forward. The guards surrounding the lady grabbed each of their arms just as the snatchers did before. More guards took their possessions from the snatchers. Wands were trained on the golden trio as they checked the handcuffs on their hands and with few wand movements also added pair of chain connected fetters to their legs, further limiting their movements. Harry did not see any way to get away now. While this was happening, he looked at the girl and saw her watching them with faint amusement.

"There is one more thing, gentlemen," she said once her new prisoners were completely secured. She turned to the snatchers who were just gathering to leave. "I am going to need to ask you for your memories of this encounter." Her words triggered a pandemonium of screams.

"What?! You can't!" they protested loudly.

Lady Greengrass along with her guards pointed their wands at them before the snatchers could do the same. With a salvo of disarming spells, the snatchers lost their wands. "This is non-negotiable. I will not have you spreading tales of my mother's outburst to anyone," the girl stressed as they moved against the snatchers. "If you want to keep doing business with my family, I suggest you don't make an issue out of this," she threatened the defenseless wizards. "I might have forgiven your honest mistake with that fake goblin sword but I certainly did not forget!"

"Alright, fine!" the leader eventually conceded, seeing no way out that would allow him to keep his profitable job.

"Excellent! My guards will modify your memories and escort you out. It was a pleasure doing business with you," the girl spoke and turned to walk away. She did not pay them any more mind, letting half of her guards stay behind to deal with them.

Harry did not get to see the snatchers getting obliviated. The remaining guards did not wait and marched them towards the mansion. The girl walked with them and Harry kept glancing at her. He had a nagging feeling he knew her from somewhere but he could not put the finger on it. They stopped at the entrance into the mansion.

"Search them thoroughly… and then lock them up. I'll deal with them later," Lady Greengrass commanded. She stepped right in front of Harry. Her icy blue and his emerald eyes met again.

She was beautiful, Harry realized, as he got the chance to see her up close without her trying to read his mind or grabbing his face. Her illustrious wavy blonde hair framed a broad aristocratic face with high cheekbones and small dainty nose. Her skin was clear and smooth and she had full lips which were currently curled in a smirk.

"Heal his face," she added as she looked at Harry's swollen visage. "I suspect the mudblood used an overpowered stinging hex or something similar," she glanced at Hermione with obvious displeasure. "And exercise extreme caution! They do not know wandless magic, as far as I know. But if half the stories about them are true, they are very dangerous," she stressed to her guards.

Harry panicked as he realized she really knew who they were.

The girl chuckled at his obvious distress. She took a step back and made a mocking curtsey towards him. "Welcome to Greengrass manor, Harry Potter. I am delighted you decided to visit us. I am sure you and your friends will enjoy the stay," she said and gave him the sweetest smile. Harry knew she did not mean any of it and felt only dread knowing that their fates were now in hands of this girl.

She looked at the guards surrounding the trio and commanded. "Take them away."

This story is originally being posted on AO3. One of my readers suggested I should consider reposting here, so... here I am. :-) I will gradually keep adding chapters here until both servers are in sync. I am manually reviewing what I repost, so it might take me few days.