A/N: Hey everyone! As promised, chapter 24 before I skip town. It's a longer one, but 25 probably won't be uploaded until Thursday or so. If anyone has any last minute recommendations for Harry Potter World in Orlando, please let me know! I'm far too excited, though the idea of leaving my pups makes me have a bit of a panic attack. They're quarantine dogs, and so far they've come along for all of my limited travels. I've tried to explain what's happening, but they're the definition of huge dumb goofballs, and they haven't even begun to master the English language.
Thanks for all the reviews, favorites, and follows! The vast majority of you have been incredibly supportive and positive, and it's been a really great boost to the creative juices. I'm officially on winter break from school, so I hope to be able to knock out a solid chunk of chapters before next semester if work allows. I think this story will be somewhere between 40-45 chapters, with a shorter sequel to follow, but we'll see what the muse decides.
Chapter 24
December 24, 1995
Christmas Eve lunch was an expectedly raucous affair, and with the Grangers, Weasleys, Tonks', Dumbledore, and Narcissa adding to their number, the formal dining room finally served its purpose. Harry felt a bit uncomfortable sitting at the head of the table and acting as host, but so far the gathering had remained casual.
Narcissa was polite, if quiet, and even greeted the Grangers pleasantly when introduced. It was a bit confusing for Harry, but he was glad for it. Winky had outdone herself with the spread, the food covering almost every inch of the impressively large table.
"Kiddo," Sirius said between bites from his seat to Harry's right. "Come with me to talk to Narcissa after lunch. We need you to make a final decision."
"No problem," Harry answered easily. "Have I mentioned how bizarre it is to have her in my house?"
"Only nine or ten times so far," Remus quipped from his left. "Why didn't the Greengrass' join us?"
"They spend Christmas Eve morning volunteering in the muggle world, and Daniel has a meeting with a client at his place over lunch. They went to an orphanage in the country this year to help build a new dormitory. I should really take the time to do something like that."
"No, you should take a fucking nap," Sirius countered, louder than he intended. He gave a sarcastically apologetic bow to the families whose conversation he interrupted before turning back to his godson. "You've been doing enough. I'm all for philanthropic work, and I think it's something we should look into, but you have more than enough on your plate right now."
"I haven't really done anything since school started," Harry whispered defensively.
"Our definitions of 'anything' are very different, and I've seen the schedule Remus drew up for you for the break. It's too much."
"It's necessary. And when I'm back at school, my secretary will be taking over again."
"Adjutant," Remus corrected with a roll of his eyes.
"Whatever you say, Moony," Sirius soothed absent-mindedly. "I'm not trying to be overbearing, Harry, I just want to make sure we're doing a few things well instead of a bunch of things poorly."
"Fine. You win," he relented. "I'll not add anything else to my list for now. Cross my heart."
"Hey, Harry!" Charlie called from his seat across the room. "Care for a match after lunch? If Sirius, Remus, and Tonks join in we could get five a side."
Harry stood dramatically with a look to his godfather.
"My apologies, sir," he intoned formally. "But I'm afraid I shan't be able to grant that proposal, as I have far too many other more… important priorities."
Harry felt a dinner roll bounce off the side of his head, and sent a warning look to Sirius. He knew there were a few present that wouldn't enjoy a food fight, and fought the urge to retaliate.
"We're in, Charlie," Remus answered for the pair still mock-glaring at each other. "Teens versus old farts?"
"Sounds good!"
"I'd love to see a match," Jonathan Granger offered. "Hermione's told us about quidditch, but it's hard to picture."
"You're in for a treat," Dumbledore replied from his seat at the foot of the table. "The Weasleys are famous for their skills at the sport, and I daresay our host might actually be the 'World's Best Seeker'."
The teenagers, minus Harry, immediately burst into laughter. The fact that it was their Headmaster making the joke made the moniker all the more hysterical. Harry glared at the older man, who smiled innocently back at him, his eyes a-twinkle.
"What did I miss?" Arthur asked in confusion.
"I'll share my correspondence with Minerva during the match. Let's just say Harry, Frederick, and George left some parting gifts to the school."
"It's the twins," Harry protested. "They've led me astray."
"We couldn't lead you to a bowl of ice cream, mate," George countered.
"If anything, you're the bad influence," Fred added. "Mum, I swear we weren't planning on quitting, Harry forced us into it."
"He would never," Molly answered with a smile. "But I'll accept the fact that all three of you deserve coal this year."
That nobody mentioned he hadn't actually left the school rang loudly in Harry's head. He was grateful for everyone choosing their words carefully around Narcissa and the Tonks', and he watched as the sisters stood from the table.
"Guys, I need to step out for a bit. Please make yourselves at home, or whatever I'm supposed to say. My secretary can answer any questions you may have, and feel free to explore the house and grounds."
"Adjutant."
"I'll meet you all at the pitch when I can."
—
Harry led the group to his office near the dining room, settling behind his desk and gesturing the others into chairs. He and Sirius had spoken briefly of this meeting the day before, and he was disappointed to learn Narcissa didn't have any control over the Malfoy Manor wards. Still, even if she served no tactical purpose, Harry wanted her to have an exit plan if she wanted one.
"Mrs. Malfoy, I'm glad you accepted our invitation," he began sincerely.
"I was happy to, Lord Potter," the woman replied politely.
"It's Harry, please. I'd like to ask some personal questions, but I don't want to appear rude."
"Call me Narcissa, or Cissy. I'm happy to answer anything within reason."
"Why did you agree to come to lunch? And what do you think of my little group?"
"I'm not sure how to answer that, Harry," she said awkwardly. "It's weird being so many years your senior, and seeing everyone clearly turn to you for leadership."
"Our dynamic works for us, Narcissa," he replied, trying to keep his tone neutral. "My friends and I are happy with our situation, though you don't seem to be as content in yours."
"I meant no offense," she quickly offered. "Just mentioning how bizarre it feels."
"I can agree with you on that."
"Cissy," Andromeda interrupted seriously. "I trust Harry, as do the others. He wants to help, but he can't if he doesn't understand."
The striking blonde woman looked at her sister for a moment, breathing deeply.
"I'm not willing to do this again," she finally said, tears filling her eyes. "When the Dark Lord disappeared, it was the best day of my life. I had my husband back, and my baby was safe… but all of a sudden, I'm dropped back into that same hell. Lucius is gone most nights doing god knows what, and my son will soon follow him wherever he goes."
"I can appreciate your position," Harry said gently. "But I'm still not sure what you want from this. I can offer you a way out, but if you accept it there's no going back. You need to be absolutely certain one way or the other, and I'll be honest with you... your husband will not survive this war. Draco won't either if he continues in the direction he seems so intent on."
"I know," Narcissa countered emotionally, wiping her eyes with a handkerchief. "I've pleaded with the boy for months... I've begged him. But he's determined to cast his lot in with the Dark Lord."
"Then what is it you want, Narcissa?" Sirius asked, concern evident on his face.
She looked at Andromeda, who nodded supportively. Narcissa's eyes grew determined, and turned to find Harry's.
"I want to take your offer. I don't expect to be trusted, or even to be invited to gatherings like this afternoon, but I can't sit by and watch Draco turn into the man he intends to. My heart is already broken, and I won't survive it."
The woman sobbed at the truth of her own words, and her sister immediately pulled her into an embrace. Harry looked at Sirius, who shrugged in response, clearly leaving the decision to him. After a long moment to allow her to compose herself, he cleared his throat.
"Narcissa, I can't imagine what your life has been like for the last six months, and I can't imagine how I would handle someone I love making such poor decisions. I'm truly sorry for what you're going through, but at the risk of repeating myself insensitively, I can't promise mercy for either of them."
"I understand," the woman said through her tears. "They've made their choice, and would show none to you."
"Then I'll help you. I can't tell you how, as it's protected by a binding contract, but I'll send my elf Winky to pick you up from your house whenever you're ready. All you need to do is call for her."
"Just like that?" the woman said in surprise. "No explanation or further questions of me? I don't understand."
"Since June, you've shown me nothing but respect. You stood in opposition to what Lucius wanted from you in the Wizengamot, and you haven't said a word or lifted a finger against me or mine. Sirius and Andromeda clearly want this for you, and I trust their judgment. But just so you're aware, if you accept my help, you'll sign a contract that ensures you won't be able to discuss your situation in any way. I can make you a portkey so you can live a normal life, but even if you find yourself questioned by the other side, the information I need protected will be impossible to share."
"Honestly, Harry, I don't plan on going anywhere," the woman answered somberly. "I just want somewhere safe to mope for the next few decades, and to try and piece myself together. To find a way to leave the life I thought I wanted, and somehow survive the leaving."
"Then you'll have it," Harry answered, meeting her eyes. "It and whatever else you require, and there will be nothing asked of you other than that you let yourself recover."
"I still don't understand," Narcissa said breathlessly. "After everything the Malfoys have done to you in your short life, why would you help me?"
"I guess that's another stipulation," the teen answered with a grimace. "Sirius will dissolve your marriage. You'll be a Black once more, and I happen to trust the head of your original house more than any other."
Sirius smiled at his answer, and nodded firmly. "I'll do it today, if that's what you want."
"It's not what I want," she answered sadly. "But it's the best option available to me. I agree to everything, and I'm beyond thankful to you both."
"I'm glad," Harry said with a comforting smile. "I'll tell Winky to listen for your call. Bring whatever you need, though your accommodations will be smaller than you're used to."
"I don't have much I care to keep. I'll go pack now."
"Winky!" Harry called to the room. The elf quickly appeared.
"Master?"
"Winky, lunch was phenomenal. Thank you for your hard work."
"Winky's glad you enjoyed it, Master Harry," she answered while blushing.
"I'd like for you to listen out for Narcissa's call," Harry continued. "She's going to ask you to pop her home to pack her things, and I'd like you to bring her to the village when she's done."
"Mrs. Malfoy is being Dobby's past mistress," Winky replied warily.
"She was," Harry agreed calmly. "But she has decided to join us, and she'll swear to treat everyone, including elves, with respect."
Harry sent a warning look to the woman, who quickly nodded confusedly.
"Winky," she began hesitantly. "I always enjoyed Dobby's company. It was my husband that was so cruel to him, and it's something I regret I didn't try to put an end to."
Winky looked between Harry and Narcissa, before nodding firmly.
"Dobby be glad to be hearing that. Winky be listening for yous."
The elf popped away without another word, and the interaction seemed to have stopped Narcissa's tears.
"Confident little thing, isn't she?"
"More than you know," Sirius replied. "She hit me with a ladle for trying to sneak some food earlier."
"I'll make sure to be polite."
"Maybe that should be a running ground rule," Andromeda added. "There will be others who are nervous around you because of who you are. Don't force yourself on them."
"I don't intend to leave my bed, Andi, much less socialize."
"Don't rule anything out," Harry replied. "Take all the time you need, and let Charlie Weasley know if you require anything, but I hope you eventually feel comfortable in your new home. Call Winky to pop you to your manor when you're ready, and back once you've packed. Sirius and I have a game to play."
"Thank you, Harry."
—
'Dobby!" Harry called as he and Sirius made their way out to the pitch, the elf appearing immediately.
"Yes, Harry?"
"I just invited Narcissa Malfoy to join our village, and I wanted to make sure that's okay with you."
"I's be fine with Ms. Cissy. She's nice to Dobby when she's alone."
"Good," Harry said with relief, as he was worried about offending his friend. Having a random idea, he smiled at the elf. "How would you like to be a quidditch referee?"
"I'S LOVE TO!" the elf shouted immediately, bouncing on his toes, though his excitement quickly turned to disappointment. "But I's not knowing the rules..."
"Who cares, buddy? Make them up as you go! We're just playing for fun."
"There is one rule you should know," Sirius added with a mischievous grin. "The older team gets a forty point advantage to make up for lack of youthful energy."
"No, sir," he replied firmly. "Dobby will call a fair match! I's play no favorites!"
The elf popped away, and Harry grinned at Sirius who looked completely bemused.
"Nice try."
"The dude knows zero rules, but still doesn't trust me," the man responded in disbelief.
"Of course not. He's not dumb, just inexperienced."
The wizards grabbed their brooms from the shed, joining the others who were already in the air, and Harry smiled as he noticed Hermione flying her parents around on the magic carpet. He made his way over, laughing at the older couple's joy.
"Having fun?"
"It's great, Harry!" Valerie answered excitedly. "This is the most amazing thing!"
"I'm glad you're enjoying it! Would you three like to be co-referees, or would you rather watch?"
"I'd like to watch," Jonathan answered quickly with a grin. "And I want to hear about your shenanigans at the school from Albus."
"Just remember I'm the good guy in the story, please," Harry answered with a grimace. "Hermione, do you mind flying our referee around?"
"Who is it?" the girl asked warily.
"He's entering now," Harry answered, pointing down to a very official looking elf, striped shirt and whistle included.
"I'd love to," Hermione responded with a laugh.
She dropped her parents off in the stands with the other adults before picking up the stern elf and returning to the air. The players met at the center of the pitch, deciding to play without seekers.
"I's want a fair match," Dobby said sternly from his spot on the carpet. "No tillywagging. No rumpsterfluffing. And especially no fingleslomping! I's blow my whistle once, and you's begin.
Dobby blew his whistle loudly without hesitation, and Hermione tossed the quaffle into the air. Ginny was the first to react, catching it easily and rocketing upwards.
Harry played chaser with Ginny and Fred, with George acting as the lone beater and Ron as keeper. Sirius was the other team's beater, with Bill in goal and Remus, Tonks, and Charlie as chasers. His team threw the quaffle back and forth a bit, Ginny easily outclassing the rest with her ability with the ball. She sped under a bludger from Sirius and around a blocking Charlie, before scoring on her eldest brother with ease.
The game continued with much theatrics and hilarity. The first foul was called when Remus shouted at Dobby to call a cobbing foul, as Harry elbowed the man intentionally. The shrill whistle sounded, and Hermione flew the ref towards the bickering pair.
"Pondpurting against Mr. Remus," the elf declared imperiously. "Assume the position!"
"Er… what position?" Remus asked with a confused grin.
"Turn around, while Harry throws the quaffle at you's."
"I like his version better," Harry muttered from the corner of his mouth, happily taking the quaffle from a confused Tonks.
He sped forward, throwing the ball as hard as he could from twenty meters or so. It smacked Remus directly in the small of the back, forcing the man to lean forward at the impact.
"What did I do?" he asked as Harry flew alongside.
"Pondpurted, obviously," Harry replied with a grin before play resumed.
Harry's team was led by an impressive Ginny and Ron, the former scoring at will, and the latter blocking everything sent his way. Fred and Sirius appeared happy to pass the lone bludger back and forth, performing whatever tricks they could manage as they did so.
Tonks, however, was silly enough to drift into the path of one of the passes, and got clipped lightly on her foot. Dobby's whistle rang out loudly, as he declared three penalty shots for bannelwilling. Harry rocketed over to the elf, arguing loudly with a smile, the elf pointedly ignoring his shouts.
He stopped abruptly, however, seeing the elf's expression turn from playful avoidance to fearful.
"What is it, Dobby?"
"Greengrasses," his friend replied before shutting his eyes.
"WAIT!" Harry called, instantly distracting the elf, his heart in his shoes. "I'm coming."
He reached out to grasp his friend's hand, popping away before anyone could utter even a syllable in argument.
—
"Harry!"
He immediately steadied Daphne as she leapt into his arms, clearly shaken by what was happening. He saw Emily and Astoria behind the girl, and they appeared healthy, if terrified. His heart sank further at the missing member, but he settled his nerves forcefully.
"What's happening?" he asked urgently, pushing Daphne away while keeping hold of her hand. "Where's Daniel?"
"He told me to call for Dobby," Emily answered immediately. "His uncle Roger showed up at the wards, and the fool of a man stormed out to confront him."
"Damn it," Harry responded, thinking quickly. "Dobby, you stay with these three, wherever they go. As soon as you feel the wards fall, or as soon as I call for you, take them to the Manor. Do you understand?"
Dobby nodded seriously, his large eyes filled with determination.
"Pocky!"
The elf appeared immediately, a questioning look on his face.
"Help the Greengrass' collect anything they need, and take it to the Manor as fast as possible. Got it?"
"Of course," the surly elf responded.
"Ladies," Harry continued as he turned to the three, his eyes glowing powerfully. "Go from room to room as fast as you can. Grab a change of clothes, toothbrush, Christmas gifts, photos, whatever feels important. But do it as quickly as humanly possible. Go now."
"Where are you going?" Daphne asked worriedly as he turned to leave.
"I'm gonna make sure your idiot father doesn't get himself killed. We'll meet you at the Manor. Dobby, get these three to safety as soon as you hear me call."
"I will, Harry," the elf replied firmly.
"Protect them, buddy," Harry said with a look, knowing his friend would take it as an order.
He sent a last concerned glance at Daphne, and exited the bedroom he was popped into. The staircase stood to his left and he slid down the bannister as quickly as he dared. He leapt off as he neared the bottom, his momentum carrying him to the front door of the house.
The door smashed open at a gesture from his hand, and he stormed through the exit into the courtyard. He knew the wards ended at the open gates in the distance, and sprinted towards them with abandon. He slowed as he neared the opening, drawing his wand and taking a deep breath.
"He'll kill them," Harry heard a raspy voice threaten. "He'll kill your girls, one by one, until you join him."
"He'll have to kill me to get to them," Daniel snapped acidly in response. "As he should you, you piece of shit. He killed your brother for god's sake!"
"Randolph made his decision, Danny, one I hoped to sway you from. Don't do this to your family."
"I'm doing nothing besides protecting them! You're the one showing up to threaten them, just as you're the one that allowed the bastard into the wards to kill my father!"
Daniel's normally calm demeanor was absent, the fury in his voice clear for Harry to hear. He knew a desire for revenge drew the man from his wards, but planned on having a difficult conversation about it later, as the lack of forethought was infuriating.
"I was told to prepare you," Roger spat in return, ignoring the accusation. "You need to join us or you'll be killed, it's that simple. This is happening right now. No more bravery... no more foolish defiance. He'll kill your women without breaking a sweat, and he'll make you watch while he does."
"He won't," Harry interrupted calmly, finally crossing the wards. "His family is safe, and Voldemort made a mistake targeting them."
The two men turned in surprise, and Harry quickly took in the appearance of the escaped Death Eater.
Azkaban hadn't done the man any favors. He resembled his nephew, but any muscle was stripped from his bones in the years prior. He stood hunched, but would likely be tall if he wasn't, and his blue eyes were much wilder than any of his family.
"You shouldn't be here," Roger Greengrass replied, surprising Harry with his neutral tone.
"My place is between my friends and your Lord, sir. I suggest you move on."
"Then you'll die alongside them."
"Daniel, let's go. The girl's are safe," Harry said, ignoring the threat.
"It's too late," Roger whispered suddenly. "He's here."
Harry felt anti-transportation wards raised, and thanked his lucky stars for his elves. The air turned colder, though differently than a Dementor's effect. It felt like the oxygen was removed from the atmosphere, and Daniel took a step towards him, raising his wand warily. Harry extended his magic, immediately feeling the influx of evil at the monster's arrival, Voldemort moving through his own wards with ease.
He turned quickly, wand pointed directly between the grotesque man's eyes. Nobody moved for a long moment, all surprised at how quickly they found themselves in a deadly standoff.
Daniel broke the stalemate, moving another step closer to Harry. Roger repeated the motion towards his master, and Harry felt fear feed the abundant adrenaline coursing through him.
"Harry Potter," Voldemort hissed dangerously. "I didn't expect to see you just yet."
His face showed surprise, but the surprise of a snake that had just been tread on. Harry's magic felt like it needed to be released, but he knew he had to stall, as the girls needed time.
"Thomas," Harry replied casually, willing his voice to remain neutral. "I didn't expect you either. I figured you'd work from the shadows until Fudge was replaced."
"He has been helpful," Voldemort mused, ignoring the name and twirling his wand through his fingers casually. "Though his incompetence has left me feeling rather bored... six months with no official response feels offensive. Lord Greengrass was to be my 'coming out party,' and I'm so glad you've joined us for it."
"It's my pleasure," he countered, his magic building further. "Though I'd rather you choose a better venue."
"Why would I do that, Harry? The Greengrass family has everything I desire. Money, political and magical power, and your girlfriend," the revolting man said with what could barely pass as a grin.
"Actually, Thomas, Daphne and I haven't labeled our relationship."
"Dobby," he continued as quietly as possible, hoping the elf remembered his instructions. When his friend didn't appear, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
"How did you do that!?" Voldemort demanded angrily.
"Do what?"
"The Greengrass family has managed to escape. How did you do it?"
"I'm standing in front of you, Thomas. How could I have done it?"
"THAT'S NOT MY NAME!"
Harry couldn't help flinching at the man's anger, but managed to hold his wand steady.
"What should I call you? He-who-must-not-be-named… You Know Who… Voldemort? Why would I use a silly made up name? Your younger self was named Tom, before I killed him… figured it was short for something. Tomatillo, maybe?"
"Lucius paid for that mistake," Voldemort replied dangerously. "Though I admit I was impressed to hear you survived."
"Yeah, I'm stubborn that way."
"Indeed. Unfortunately, I'm stubborn in my desire that you suffer."
Harry's world seemed to work in slow motion as Voldemort raised his wand. It swung to point at Daniel, the tip burning bright green. Harry reacted immediately, sprinting the few steps to his friend who seemed frozen in surprise by the sudden targeting. He tackled the man to the ground, the Killing Curse passing close over his shoulder.
He used his momentum to continue the roll, springing up and away from Daniel. He flicked his wand like a whip, blowing a massive crater into the street at Voldemort's feet. The man levitated himself away from the blast, but Harry quickly grabbed the debris from the crater before it reached the ground. He directed the rubble towards the floating man, forcing him to shield himself from the rocketing projectiles, rendering him incapable of retaliating for a moment.
Harry felt an evil curse approaching from his right, but it was blocked by Daniel before Harry needed to dodge. He extended his free hand, as his wand continued directing the barrage, and pushed his magic through it as powerfully as he could. Roger was unable to avoid the large swathe of power, the spell flinging him forcefully into the air.
"DOBBY!" he called desperately, as Voldemort incinerated the last of the rubble.
Without a second of delay the elf appeared, grabbed the two friends, and popped out of danger.
—
When the trio reappeared in his office, Harry immediately rounded on the man in anger. He felt Sirius, Albus, and the Greengrass ladies in the room, but they didn't distract him from his target.
"I don't think I've ever been more angry," he hissed dangerously.
"Harry, I…"
"NO!" Harry roared, cutting the man off before taking a breath. "You will listen to me, you fucking idiot," he continued in a dangerous whisper. "What was the best case scenario rattling around in your empty head? You single-handedly capture your uncle, and somehow regain your family honor? You walked out the door on that family!"
"Because I knew Dobby would come," Daniel spat, his pride drawing his anger.
"And then what!? You leave your daughters without a father? Emily without a husband? You asshole!"
Harry was distracted by the sight of Sirius leading three shocked witches out of the room, Dobby following close. He felt a brief pang of guilt for how he spoke to Daniel in front of his family, but his anger quickly overran it. He took another deep breath, trying to calm himself, and saw Daniel do the same. Albus didn't interrupt, though Harry wished he would.
"God damnit. Do you understand what almost happened just now?"
"Of course I do."
"And are you so ready to leave your girls? Are you so ready to see my Dad that you'd leave your wife alone? He'd kick your ass for that, by the way."
"I… I didn't think," the man replied, deflating immediately and falling into a chair. "The sight of my uncle drove every other thought from my head. All I wanted was revenge on the man, and I knew you would protect my family."
"Of course I would," Harry responded, forcing his anger down. "With my life. But I'll never be Emily's husband, and I'll never be Daphne and Astoria's father. If things had gone differently, they would've been destroyed. Walking into a necessary fight is one thing, inviting a fight to your doorstep is another. My mind is blown by your stupidity."
"So is mine," Daniel admitted wretchedly, the adrenaline clearly leaving him. "What the hell was I thinking?"
"Go hug your women," Harry replied coldly, unwilling to forgive as easily as the man seemed to regret. "Go try to explain to your wife why you walked out on them… why we had to stare down Voldemort just now."
Daniel turned to do so, his countenance miserable.
"They're probably in the den," Harry offered, showing a bit of mercy. "The third floor is yours tonight. You may choose any bedrooms you'd like."
"I'll take them to the village. You don't need…"
"You'll take them to the third floor. I won't have them any further from me after what I just saw from you."
Daniel replied with a simple wince and nod before leaving the seething teen to his thoughts.
As the man left, Harry raged to his feet from his desk chair. He grabbed the ornate seat, throwing it against the wall with every bit of strength in his body. He chose the wall furthest from his Headmaster, but the destruction did nothing to temper his anger.
The power Harry felt was like nothing he'd experienced thus far. It was like his magic was asking for the fight he ran from, and he didn't know how to handle it. With no other option, he drew his wand, intent on destroying the bookshelf on the far side of the room. His spell was absorbed before reaching his target, and he turned to see Dumbledore standing with a small smile on his lips.
"You need to come with me."
"I don't need to do anything, Albus."
"You'll come with me, or I'll have Fawkes deliver you, Harry," the man replied as if he was speaking to a misbehaving toddler. "You need to vent your magic before it continues to fuel your anger. As your desired target is now with his family, the Manor would suffer for it. Join me in the basement. Now."
Harry flinched at Dumbledore's tone, his anger ebbing a bit at the sight of the renowned wizard's frustration. He nodded, following the man across the main floor of the Manor and into the basement.
As they entered, Dumbledore quickly activated all ten training dummies with a wave of his wand. They immediately began firing, and the man stepped out of the training area, leaving Harry as the only available target.
He reacted without engaging his brain, weaving through the spells and firing in return. He didn't think of a spell or bother to aim, pushing out bursts of raw magic instead. His mind was completely overwhelmed by the situation, but somehow clear in the moment. All that mattered just now was wreaking as much havoc as possible on the animated dummies.
After a few minutes of intense magic his targets lay in pieces, unable to continue the fight. Harry lowered his wand, but immediately tucked into a roll as he felt a spell coming from behind. He used the momentum to pop to his feet facing the new threat.
Albus stood calmly opposite him, his wand raised formally. The man gave a slight bow, and Harry returned it without a thought.
The first spell from the older man was a banishing curse with unbelievable power behind it. Harry moved out of the way gracefully, returning fire with another burst of pure magic. Albus swatted it away casually, the motion turning directly into another curse that Harry was able to shield.
The two traded spells for what was likely a quarter hour, both careful to choose non-lethal magic. Neither wizard was able to hit the other, but Harry could tell the older man was beginning to tire, even though he was likely taking it easy on the teen. He felt like he could go for hours, however, and pushed his advantage. He varied his spell selection, firing as quickly as he could. When he added in spells from his off hand, Albus raised a powerful shield, unable to deflect the sheer number of attacks.
Harry hammered at the shield relentlessly, knowing it wouldn't hold forever. Unfortunately for the teen, Albus' experience was unmatched. He saw the man's shield grow more solid, and was immediately confused by the magic. He continued his barrage, but moved to a more defensible location, knowing his mentor was plotting something.
The now-dark gray shield suddenly exploded, solid shards of unknown material rocketing in every direction. Harry raised a large concrete wall on instinct and hunkered behind it. It protected him from the projectiles, but crumbled in defeat after the last impact. Harry pushed through the rubble warily, ready to dodge at the first sign of magic.
As the dust settled he saw his Headmaster standing calmly once more, his hands raised slightly in a signal to stop. Harry returned his wand to his holster, brushing dust and bits of concrete out of his hair as he approached the man.
"That was impressive, Harry," Albus said with a smile.
"From you as well," he replied, feeling much calmer than before.
"Do you feel tired?"
"No, sir. When I noticed you flagging, I realized I could cast like that for hours."
"Remarkable," Dumbledore mused. "Most wizards would have been depleted after the fight with the dummies alone... that endurance will come in handy, no doubt. How do you feel otherwise?"
"Better," Harry admitted, trying to control his racing heart. "I'm still angry, but not nearly as dramatically so. I need to apologize to Daniel."
"I don't think so. You didn't say anything the man didn't deserve, though you can apologize to your office furniture."
"I will," Harry said, smiling slightly for the first time since the quidditch match. "I shouldn't have yelled at him in front of his family, though."
"Perhaps the timing could have been better, and your choice of words, but the sentiment behind them was just. As a leader it comes down to you to make the others see the error of their ways… angrily if that's what works best. But it also comes down to you to build them up again afterwards.
"Negative reinforcement such as your reaction towards Daniel can be a useful tool, but only if it's tempered with positive. You said what you needed to say, and what he needed to hear, but now it's on you to bridge the divide the moment caused. I trust you'll do so?"
"Yes sir. Right after I wash a building out of my hair."
"That was an impressive conjuration," Albus offered with a smile. "Minerva would be proud of the speed of the spell."
"It was instinct," Harry countered. "Everything tonight has been. It's like my magic was aching to get out, and I just allowed it to."
"That can be a benefit to you at times, as long as you're aware of when you need to reign it back. We'll work on it together."
"Thank you, sir, and thanks for bringing me down here."
"You're welcome, my boy, and I'm very proud of your actions today. I'll leave it to Sirius to have words with you about running off alone, though."
"Shit. Any chance you've mentioned that negative versus positive reinforcement thing to him?"
—
Harry waited a few hours before sending a Patronus message to Daniel, asking the man to join him in his office whenever he was available. He wanted to get the awkward conversation out of the way, so they could try to enjoy what was bound to be an already tough Christmas, but knew the man was having important conversations with his family as well. He repaired his poor chair and sat patiently, ordering his thoughts.
When the knock came, it was Emily on the other end of the door instead of her husband. Harry ushered her warmly into the office, offering some tea.
"Harry," the woman began, mug in hand. "I've fallen into some cursed repeating day where I have to thank you for saving my family. I can't say I'm enjoying the experience, but I will say how grateful I am that you've come into our lives. From the bottom of my heart, thank you."
"Emily, if it weren't for me your family would be in much less danger," he replied awkwardly, uncomfortable with the woman's gratitude.
"Well that's just conceited on all sorts of levels," she replied with a grin. "The attack at the bank had nothing to do with you, or us. Draco was always going to turn his sights on Daphne at some point, you've seen the girl. And Hogsmeade and this afternoon were about the power of the Greengrass name, not you."
"Voldemort mentioned that he knew Daphne and I were together," Harry argued.
"I heard. He mentioned it along with other reasons why we would have always been targeted. I understand your fear of endangering us and I appreciate it, but so far, all you're responsible for is keeping my family whole."
Harry believed differently in his heart, but knew he couldn't argue with the facts. He assumed it was his anxiety at being the cause of attacks that was coloring his perception, and he was grateful for the woman's sincerity.
"Your family means a lot to me… all of you. Even Daniel."
"He's difficult to love at times, isn't he?"
"Impossible," he agreed, matching her grin.
"He's currently pacing the hallways trying to figure out a way to apologize to you, and he's spent the last couple hours hearing exactly how the women in his life feel about his actions. I believe he truly sees the errors in his actions, but I don't intend to let him forget. Today was terrifying."
"It was, and I'm sorry I added to it by popping in so angrily. I should have waited until you and the girls left."
"He might disagree. Astoria and I gave him the business big time, but Daphne seemed to think he'd been sufficiently punished by your reaction. You're a bit scary, you know that?"
Harry's heart sank at the comment, and he immediately felt sick to his stomach.
"I'm sorry," he said miserably. "I lost control, but I'd never…"
"Harry," Emily interrupted gently. "I'm not saying I'm scared of you, or that the girls are. I was just pointing out that you're an intimidating person when you're angry. I know you well enough to know my family would never be in danger from you, but I almost sympathize with the Death Eaters. I don't think Dumbledore would even want to step in when you're all riled up."
"You'd be surprised," Harry said with a laugh, grateful to the man for putting himself in the line of fire.
"I won't ask you to take it easy on my husband, and he deserves everything you feel he needs to hear. But I will say this is the first time I've ever seen him act so rashly, and afterwards, the most miserable. He's beating himself up inside, and after me and the girls forgave him, that didn't go away. He truly cares about you, and that he disappointed you."
"I feel the same. He means more to me than I'd ever feel comfortable telling him, and one of the reasons I was so furious was because I couldn't bear the thought of losing him. He's been there for me immediately and completely, and I'm not willing to give him up."
"Neither am I, Harry. I'll leave you to it, I just kinda wanted to gauge your temperature before sending him in."
"I'll return him in one piece, I promise."
"That's all I ask."
"Before you go," he said quickly, realizing something. "Do you have any Christmas traditions? I know this year is going to be tough for your family, but I'd love to help make you feel at home."
"We're in your house," Emily replied easily. "We'll gladly go along with whatever your traditions are."
"Er… I don't have any," he said awkwardly, immediately wishing he hadn't brought it up. "This is gonna be my first real Christmas."
Emily's eyes filled with concern, but Harry looked away, not wanting to have that conversation. She seemed to take the hint, and leaned forward to pat him on the hand.
"Then I'll set some things up before bed," she offered gently. "We don't do anything crazy. Presents first, then breakfast… usually some sort of family time afterwards. I can speak to Winky about some of our favorite foods if you'd like."
"That'd be great," Harry said with a smile, trying to brush off the discomfort. "I don't like the circumstances, but I'm excited to spend the day with your family."
"Then we'll focus on that, and ignore everything else for the day," Emily agreed happily. "I'll send Daniel in, and Daphne would like some time before bed."
"I'll see if I can fit her into my schedule."
"I'm gonna tell her you said that," the woman countered while standing.
"That's mean."
"Haven't you heard about the Greengrass'? It's what we're known for."
Harry shook his head with a grin as the woman left, though the grin quickly disappeared as her husband entered the office. Daniel crossed to the desk, standing in front and holding his wand formally.
"Lord Potter. I, Lord Daniel Greengrass, swear on…"
"Stop, you idiot!" Harry said sharply, jumping out of his chair and plucking the wand from the man's hand.
He stepped around the desk, and surprised himself by grabbing the larger man in a hug. Daniel hesitated for a moment, before returning the embrace tightly. Harry pulled back after a moment, handing the wand back to his friend. He sat in one of the two chairs closest to his desk, and pointed the man into the other one.
"It's Harry," he said with a smirk. "No matter what."
Daniel chuckled at having his words used against him, and seemed to deflate in relief.
"I was just going to swear to think before acting from now on."
"I appreciate that, but I don't need an oath... I know how badly you feel. I'd apologize for my anger earlier, but I've been told it was warranted."
"It was," the man agreed easily. "I don't know what I was thinking. I know my uncle had a hand in my father's murder, and I just couldn't resist the urge to confront him. It won't happen again. I think finally deciding to take a stance filled me with some sort of Gryffindor impetuousness."
"Hey now," Harry said with a smile. "Don't blame the great Godric Gryffindor for your Slytherin stupidity."
"I really am sorry."
"I know. And I wish the room had been empty when we arrived here, but I need to tell you why I was so angry. Obviously, the main reason was because of your family, and the fact that you shut your brain off for a moment and could've easily been lost to them. But the second reason is because you would've also left me."
Daniel's face paled in misery, but Harry pushed on.
"For nine years of my life I didn't have anyone that cared about me. And when I finally went to Hogwarts, that number rose to two. My circle is bigger now, and I'm unbelievably grateful for that. You wormed your way into that group quickly, and losing you for no other reason than impulsiveness was terrifying. If you want revenge, I'll gladly help you get it, but on our terms. Not without thought, and not at the cost of your life. Your family deserves more of you."
"So do you, Harry," the man replied emotionally. "I know what I risked today, and now that the adrenaline is gone, I'm as terrified by my actions as anyone."
"So we move past it," Harry said confidently. "We move forward, and get back to things we can control."
"I'd like to start training with your team."
"We could use the new blood," he immediately agreed. "While you're here you can join us every morning. And later this week you and I can go check on your house."
"It'll be gone," Daniel said glumly. "I'm trying to come to terms with it."
"I think so, too, but we can check. At least the girls were able to grab a few things. I'm happy to have you lot stay here."
"We can move to the village."
"I'd rather you didn't," he answered honestly. "Not because of me and Daphne, but because as safe as the village is, the Manor is safer. The Fidelius will allow your family to live happily and safely, and you're obviously a higher priority target. And your commute to training and meetings will be much shorter."
"I'll speak to my wife," the man relented. "As weird as it feels to say at the moment, I'd have to institute some ground rules for you and my daughter."
"You and Sirius can work on it together," Harry said with a laugh. "I won't break your trust."
"It'll be nice to feel like the adult in the relationship again," Daniel replied with a smile. "You have the 'leader' thing down pat, by the way."
"I don't know about that. I was just running on instinct."
"Then keep doing it. It was more than effective."
"I'll try."
"Now I believe you have another Greengrass to speak to this evening," he said with a smile. "I won't keep you from her."
"Thanks, Daniel."
"No, thank you... for everything. I'll be in your debt for a while I imagine."
"Then how 'bout a midnight curfew for Daph?"
"Don't push your luck."
—
Daphne and Astoria were enthralled when Harry entered the den. Sirius must've put a movie on for them, and the two were clearly entertained. They didn't notice his entrance, and Harry took the time to unwrap the dinner Winky had saved for him. He sat at the kitchen table and enjoyed his meal while the two watched the conclusion of Beauty and the Beast.
When the credits finally rolled the girls stretched, smiling happily.
"That's you and Harry," Astoria cracked after a moment.
"Harry is not a beast!"
"He may be a bit more refined," the little sister said with a laugh. "He's got the roar down, though."
"Dad deserved it."
"He absolutely did, but it was still pretty intimidating."
"He's only scary when he needs to be," Daphne defended. "And he needed to be."
"Is he coming to see you tonight?"
"He is," Harry said softly from behind them.
The girls jumped to their feet in shock, and Harry laughed aloud at the situation. Their twin expressions of surprise turned to glares simultaneously.
"Harold James Potter," Daphne hissed dangerously. "That was mean."
"Hey! I came in here at full volume, poured myself some tea, ate my dinner with a metal fork on a porcelain plate. That's your fault for being surprised."
The girls' angry look turned sheepish, causing Harry to laugh again.
"It was a good movie!" Astoria defended with a grin. The girl walked around the couch and up to the boy, pulling him from his chair.
"I forgive you for scaring the life out of me, and I'm thankful for what you did today. And before I turn into the annoying little sister, I'll grace you with one single hug in gratitude."
The girl wrapped her arms around Harry's waist tightly, and he happily returned the hug.
"Thank you, Harry," she said seriously as she pulled away. "You're not overly beastly."
"You're welcome."
"I'll leave you to your Belle," she countered with a grin at her sister before leaving the room.
Daphne stood stock still, her eyes an open book to Harry. She was concerned for him, and still scared by what happened, but didn't want to seem weak. He solved the problem for her by crossing the room and pulling her into her arms.
"I was so scared today, Daph."
She held the back of his shirt in a deathgrip, and Harry soon felt her tears on his chest.
"When Dobby told me your Mum called for him, my heart fell out of my body and flopped to the ground."
"That's how I felt when Dad left," Daphne replied through her tears. "I've never seen him like that. But suddenly, you were there, and I knew things were going to be okay. Thank you, Harry. Just… thank you."
"You don't need to thank me," he answered, still holding the girl tightly. "I'll do whatever I can to keep you safe, and your family. Packs of wolves and all."
Daphne laughed as she pulled back to wipe her face. She grabbed his hand and tugged him onto the couch, snuggling close into her spot.
"I feel so silly," she eventually said, her words muffled. "But I'm a bit heartbroken about our house."
"That's not silly at all," Harry comforted, rubbing the girl's back. "I'd be devastated if something happened to the Manor."
"But with as bad as things could have gone, a house is such a trivial thing."
"I don't think it's the house, but the memories it holds. I'm going with Daniel to check on it at some point. I doubt it's still there, but if it's not, you'll fill a new house with memories."
"I like that idea."
Daphne seemed content to sit in silence, just enjoying the closeness for a few minutes. Harry wasn't complaining, as he felt content for the first time in hours. He did, however, have a panic inducing thought pop up, and decided the day hadn't been scary enough.
"Daph, I've been meaning to ask you something."
"Anything."
"It's just that you've become the reason I smile more often than not. I go to bed thinking about you, and wake up doing the same. You've taken my brain, and my heart, and frankly, it's quite rude of you. But I was wondering… if you'd officially be my girlfriend."
Harry's heart raced in panic, even though he knew how the girl in his arms felt about him. It was a much different fear than he felt earlier, but no less powerful. He felt Daphne's face shift into a smile against his chest, and felt happier than he thought he ever would after his day.
"Took you long enough," the girl answered, looking up at him with a beautiful smile. "I'd love to, Harry."
He died again in that moment, he was certain. But somehow, her eyes were still in his, and her body was still pressed close. He couldn't help the stupid grin that spread across his face, and Daphne lifted hers closer.
Taking the hint, he leaned downward, his eyes closing when hers did. He moved slowly, not wanting to rush the moment, his pounding heart proving he was very much alive.
"I'm not interrupting, am I?"
Harry's eyes opened at his godfather's words, burning brightly. Daphne met his gaze, looking a bit lost, before she giggled with embarrassment. She buried her face in Harry's chest, unwilling to face their new reality just yet.
"You absolutely are, Pads," Harry growled in frustration.
"Excellent," the man chirped happily. "Daphne, your parents would like to see you before bed, and I'd like to speak to my godson."
Harry felt the girl breathe deeply against his chest, mustering the courage to ignore her humiliation. She finally sat up, giving him a happy smile before standing.
"Good night," she said, her heart in her eyes.
"'Night, Daph. Get some sleep."
She jumped from her seat and rushed to the door, clearly wanting to escape the awkwardness as quickly as possible. Harry took the deepest breath of his life, and leveled a glare at his godfather.
"I told him to wait," Remus said as he joined Sirius in the doorway. "I'm guessing by the color of Miss Greengrass' face, his timing was exactly what he wanted it to be."
"Of all the people I've been… annoyed with today, Padfoot has somehow managed to claim the top spot," Harry answered, his glare still in effect.
"It's a gift," the man replied, unaffected by the look.
He and Remus entered fully, each grabbing a seat and sighing in relief. Harry thought about forgiving the man, but quickly decided against it. He threw a pillow at full speed, but Sirius managed to snag it mid-air, tucking it behind his back.
"Thanks, kiddo."
Harry huffed in frustration, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. He turned his back to the man, choosing to address Remus icily.
"What can I do for the two of you?"
"Just wanted to check on you," Remus replied, clearly torn between grinning at the situation and honest concern. "That was a long day, and you had to handle most of it on your own. You okay?"
"I am," Harry answered, slightly warmed by the man's concern. "I'm not thrilled by the very end of the day, but everyone is healthy, if unhappy."
"The Weasleys, Grangers, and Tonks' wanted me to tell you they enjoyed their time, and Charlie says Narcissa is settled," Remus replied.
Harry's eyes widened, having completely forgotten about his earlier guests. He felt a brief tinge of guilt at being a bad host, but brushed it off when he weighed it against everything else.
"Did they get the full story?"
"I gave them a brief rundown after Sirius filled me in. Molly was frantic that you had to meet Voldemort again, but the rest of them were okay."
"And how exactly did Lord Black get the full story?"
"I demanded it of Daniel," the man answered gently from behind. "You think I'd let you run off like that, and return angrier than I've ever seen you, without grilling the man? I'll probably need to make my own apology tomorrow."
Harry's frustration with his godfather quickly melted away at the sentiment, and he turned to sit normally on the couch.
"I appreciate that," he said honestly. "And before I forget, don't call him 'Danny' anymore. I mean it."
"I won't," he answered seriously. "Harry, we need to talk about…"
"I know. Leaving like I did wasn't great, but I didn't have a choice."
"It wasn't," Sirius agreed gently. "But I would've done the same exact thing. I just wanted to mention that the feeling I'm sure you had when you realized the Greengrass' were in trouble, is exactly the feeling the two of us had when you disappeared."
Harry's stomach dropped at the thought. He didn't regret his actions, but hated the idea of the two feeling what he did.
"That realization makes me sick, Pads, but I'd do it again. There wasn't time for anything else."
"I know, kiddo, and it sounds like you did everything you could to get out of there safely. I understand things are going to pop up… for all of us. That's just reality, and we're going to have to deal with it. I just wanted you to know for the future."
"Is that it?" Harry asked confusedly. "No angry rant? No dramatic storm out?"
"I think you and our current guests were dramatic enough for all of us."
"You should've seen me and Albus," he countered with a grin.
"He mentioned it," Remus interjected dryly. "Please refrain from destroying my office in the future."
"Your office?"
"Great job repeating, Harry! You must've done well in primary school."
"I hate both of you."
A/N: Harry and Daphne will have their first kiss soon, just couldn't resist Sirius being Sirius for a moment. Thanks for reading, and I'm excited to hear how angry two of you are about this chapter.