Parselmight
AN: I don't anything. I don't own Harry Potter.
"Speech"
"Parseltongue Speech"
'Thoughts'
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It was a changed Harry Potter who stepped off the Hogwarts Express at Platform 9 and three-quarters. He was taller, broader, his hair was straighter and less of a mess, and he didn't wear any glasses.
After the end of the year feast last night, Harry had silently made his way to the chamber in order to perform the body and magic ritual. He had been preparing the ritual for weeks, and after awkwardly losing all his clothes he had laid down in the center of all the runes and started it.
He had screamed himself hoarse as the ritual started, his body shaking and getting so hot that steam came off him until it all promptly ended and he passed out. It was an exhausted Harry the limped back to Gryffindor tower at five that morning, awkwardly carrying Asmodai, his sword, and a couple questionable books under his invisibility cloak.
Luckily in the chaos that was boarding the Hogwarts Express no one noticed Harry's physical changes, and he was quick to find an empty compartment and lock it before promptly passing out. He knew Ron and Hermoine would be upset with him avoiding them, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
Ron had been frustrated that Harry seemed to suddenly take life seriously, while Hermoine had become almost vicious over Harry's academic success recently.
Harry had transfigured his school robes into something more fashionable and comfortable, not bothering to change into his oversized muggle clothes that used to be Dudley's. He got a couple looks as he made his way through the crowd of parents and students, mostly consisting of blushing girls pointing him out to their parents who stared at him as he passed.
He ignored them, searching through the crowd for a blonde head of hair. It wasn't too difficult, as he eventually found Daphne Greengrass and her sister walking towards the floo located on the platform.
"Greengrass." Said Harry, causing her to turn and look at him along with her younger sister. Her name was Astoria if Harry remembered correctly.
"P-Potter." She stuttered, having to look up a bit to meet his eyes. He noticed she was blushing, and clearly caught off guard by his changes. She opened her mouth, "Where are your glasses-"
He shook his head, signaling for her to stop before turning to her sister. Astoria Greengrass was almost the opposite of her sister as she was a Hufflepuff with brown hair and blue eyes. She looked at him with her mouth agape and eyes wide in shock.
"It's Astoria right?" Asked Harry, breaking the girl out of her shock and causing her to nod with red tinging her cheeks.
"Harry Potter." He greeted before turning back to Daphne, "Everything is set right?"
She nodded, leading them to the floos located on the platform. A quick callout of "Greengrass Manor" and Harry was for once smoothly exiting a large fireplace in a huge mansion he assumed was Daphne's home. He looked to the side saw Daphne talking to a brunette woman he assumed was her mother.
"Mother, this is Harry Potter." Introduced Daphne as Harry made his way over. Daphne's mother looked like a nice person to him, studying him before giving Daphne a teasing look.
"Thanks for having me in your home, Lady Greengrass." Greeted Harry, sitting his trunk on the floor before smoothly kissing the hand of the Greengrass Matriach who giggled.
"What a gentleman." She teased, "I sure didn't expect my daughter to write home about a boy anytime soon, especially a charmer like yourself. To think my Daphne would bring home Harry Potter of all people!"
"Mother!" Gasped a scandalized Daphne, who became even more red after hearing her mother and Astoria giggling at her. Harry tried and failed to hide his own embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, it's not often I get to tease my daughter." She smirked, "I'm Adelaide Greengrass by the way, and Cyrus is busy with work till later this evening so he won't be joining us. I had the house elves prepare dinner if that's ok with you Harry?"
"Sounds wonderful." Grinned Harry, following the three Greengrasses to the oversized dining room where a small army of House Elves stood to receive them.
One of them made to take his trunk from him but Harry waved him off. The elf almost looked relieved, and Harry guessed the creature likely sensed there was something dark in his trunk. There was, as Harry had expanded the interior of his trunk with runes before placing Asmodai, his new sword, and a mountain of books pillaged from the chamber in there.
The Greengrasses other than Daphne weren't subtle whatsoever about getting to know Harry. With them asking him every question from "Do you really live in a castle?" To "When are you going to tryout for puddlemere united?". He did have to give credit to the latter question, as he was by far the best seeker at Hogwarts and had only lost a single game when dementors stormed the quidditch pitch.
He grit his teeth a little bit at the thought of not getting a letter from a professional quidditch team because Dumbledore stole his mail.
His answers to their questions only seemed to endear himself to them more. With both Adelaide and Astoria both almost squealing in delight as he told them how he took down a troll in his first year. Even Daphne smiled at that one.
"Daphne, why don't you and your sister get your luggage to your room and unpack a bit." Said Adelaide suddenly, smiling at her daughters.
Harry blinked, watching as Daphne tried to protest only for Adelaide to shut her down and send her on her way. He almost shivered at the look Lady Greengrass gave him when they finally left, looking at him as if studying him for any deception. He almost felt the need to cast a cooling charm when Adelaide broke the silence.
"Would you like to marry my daughter Harry Potter?"
Harry's world stopped, and he felt his hairs stand up on end.
"W-What?" He could only ask.
"Daphne, would you like to marry her?"
Harry would have asked if she was joking, only to see she was dead serious by the look in her eye.
"Daphne and I are just friends." Said Harry, trying not to stumble his words. "Besides aren't we a bit young for such things?"
Adelaide allowed an amused smile to grace her lips. "Daphne's been writing home about you for weeks, and I damn near thought she was joking in her first few letters. I never thought anyone would get through to her heart, but now I know you did. She did mention you're somewhat unfamiliar with wizarding customs, so I guess that would explain your reaction."
"What do you mean?" Asked Harry, genuinely confused now.
"Harry, most purebloods are betrothed before their second year at Hogwarts." She explained, "That Malfoy brat was betrothed to the Parkinson girl when he was only seven, and his father has even had the gall to try and get a second betrothal between his spawn and one of my daughters. Luckily I was able to get through my husband's thick head and convince him not to accept it, but it's only a matter of time now."
Harry grit his teeth and used the occulmency excercises he had learned in the chamber over the past few weeks. His fury at the thought of Malfoy taking Daphne as a second wife was still there, just shoved away.
"I know my daughter." Said Adelaide suddenly, looking at Harry with an approving gaze. "She's going to grow up to be a powerful witch, unlike Astoria or myself, and wouldn't throw herself at a boy if he wasn't the right one for her. Our dinner tonight only confirmed it."
They sat quietly, before Harry broke the silence. "I can't make a decision like that right now-"
She waved him off, smiling. "Nor would I expect you too. Just keep it in mind. Besides, a powerful wizard like yourself is bound to have multiple wives anyways, a coven even."
Harry's cock twitched, and he used occulmency again to suppress the perverted line of thought that came with that statement. He was still adapting to his physical changes after the ritual, and undergoing puberty almost overnight did strange things to one's way of thinking.
He groaned, "Do you really want me to marry Daphne? I'm not even pureblood!"
Adelaide snorted, "Nobody thinks twice about your blood status, it doesn't matter for famous wizards like yourself. And yes, I'd love for you and Daphne to be betrothed, that way I don't have to worry about her marrying Draco Malfoy, or some other old bastard who needs a trophy wife for that matter."
Harry grit his teeth again at that thought, but still wouldn't commit to something as big as a betrothal at this point. Lady Greengrass noticed this, "Just try to get to know her better Harry, Daphne would be a great wife. My husband would certainly approve of such a union, that's for sure. And make sure you have fun together in America, but be safe."
Harry nodded, and stood alongside her as the two made their way out of the dining room and to the same area they had flooed into. Daphne held a shoe in her hands, and a trunk in her other, clearly the former was the portkey.
"All set Daphne?" Asked Adelaide, walking over and hugging her daughter.
"Yes mother." She replied.
Harry walked over and placed a firm hand on the shoe, staring at it as Daphne said "portus." And the world spun.
-
It turned out that the Greengrass home in Nevada functioned as a vacation home and escape house at the same time. It was under the fidelitus charm, and located in the middle of a mountain range that overlooked a large lake.
Apparently Daphne's grandfather had purchased the property in the aftermath of Grindlewald's fall from grace. And since her family had supported him, they feared that they would be hunted down and killed. Luckily the same man was able to save their family with his political connections, so they never did have to flee Europe.
The two had got into a regular routine since they arrived, each wanting their own space to work. For Harry, that mean grabbing his trunk along with his firebolt and flying off to a random secluded spot far from the house and spending the day training. For Daphne, she was usually in her potions laboratory or the small library. Harry found out quickly she was a skilled potions brewer, and almost as good as himself in charms.
That said, there was a tension in all their interactions. Harry noticed Daphne was holding back in asking him something, always looking apprehensive towards the end of their conversations.
That said, he was surprised to find an elaborate dinner setup in the dining room when he returned at the end of the day. It seemed the House elves had been busy, and that Daphne was waiting for him.
"Miss Daphne requests Mister Harry Potter sir's prescience in the dining room." Said one of the House elves who appeared after he dismounted his broom.
Daphne sat at the head of the table, clearly waiting for him, and he figured tonight was the night she would finally talk about what was bugging her.
"I see you made dinner plans, Daphne." Harry greeted.
"I did." She smiled, "How was your day?"
"It was productive." He said simply, "And what have you been up to recently?"
She hesitated, "That's what I'd like to talk to you about, there's something I've been working on."
Daphne pulled out two full vials and sat them on the table, Harry guessed they where what she had been brewing recently.
"I'd like to go on that date you promised me." She stated, "And I would like for it to be in the muggle world."
Harry's brows shot up. "I see." He gestured at the vials, "And what are those exactly."
"They're aging potions." She said, pink tinting her cheeks. "I figured it would be easier for us to fit in with them."
His eyes widened. Aging potion was in the same category as polyjuice potion, as in nearly illegal and certainly hard to get in Britain. It had taken Hermoine weeks to brew polyjuice potion, and had probably taken Daphne a similar amount of time to brew aging potion as well.
He smiled, "I take it you have a plan?"
Daphne smirked, "There is a famous muggle city they call Vegas an hour's ride on a broom south of us. Tracey mentioned it since her Dad is a muggle and traveled there for work once, supposedly it's a fun place to visit."
-
It was a laughing Potter and Greengrass pair that stumbled out of the first casino they had visited.
The duo had flown to Vegas together on Harry's firebolt, and eventually dismounting the bloom in a where no one could see them before making their way to the Las Vegas strip. They then quickly took their aging potions and magicked themselves to look presentable in fashionable muggle clothes.
The pair had been awkward at first, getting in sync with their new forms before checking each other out. Harry still looked similar but a few inches taller and more grown. Daphne meanwhile had grown too, and Harry found himself using his occulmency on more than one occasion in order to not fall into the trap of staring at an older and more mature Daphne Greengrass. He did catch her staring at him a few times as well, so it wasn't just him.
The Slytherin Ice Queen was a sight to see in the muggle world, as she almost completely abandoned her persona entirely and pointed at every muggle contraption that caught her eye.
"Harry I thought we were in America, not France, so why is the Eiffel Tower here?"
"I guess they stole it." Replied Harry, genuinely confused.
"Harry what are those things with wheels? They're so loud!"
"They're called cars, muggles use them to get around."
"What is that giant muggle bird?"
"Muggle use things called planes, they're like brooms."
They eventually found a restaurant Daphne found acceptable to eat at, only for the waiter to tell them it was a five hour wait. Harry was about to suggest they go someplace else, only for Daphne to confound him with her wand and get them seated immediately.
Harry quickly realized that there was no way he could afford to eat here, but calmed when he realized he could simply just conjure a couple hundred dollar bills to pay. He also had to force down the smug smile at the thought of his aunt seething in jealousy if she found out the life he was currently living. Their entire meal would probably cost as much as Vernon's car.
"Harry what are all those things with the lights?" Asked Daphne when they were walking through a building, gesturing at a busy room.
"That's a casino I think." Said Harry, remembering seeing something similar on television and in the conversations his aunt had with her book club.
At Daphne's insistence, the two had entered the strange place and after paying had tried it out. Daphne almost immediately beelined for the slot machines, where she raged after losing money ten times in a row. Harry almost suggested spinning the large wheel, before Daphne pulled out her wand and simultaneously got a jackpot on five machines at the same time.
She literally had to hold onto Harry to prevent herself from falling over in laughter. And soon the two were escorted out of the place by security, these places had to make money after all. And that lead to where they were now.
"Harry do we have to fly back tonight? Let's stay overnight and fly back tomorrow."
Harry shrugged, "fine with me."
He figured she somehow had a third sense for where to go, as Daphne guided him to a fancy looking hotel and reserved the most expensive room available. Harry shrugged, it seemed Daphne always went for the most expensive, she was pureblood so it naturally came to her he guessed.
It was once the door closed to their private suite that Harry was pushed against the wall.
"Wha-" He tried to get out but couldn't as Daphne pushed her lips against his.
"Thank you Harry." Said Daphne huskily, and he couldn't look away from the older Daphne Greengrass standing in front of him.
She caught his gaze, and sexily rubbed her hands over her buxom body. She emphasized her large arse that he want to do nothing more than forcefully grab, before pushing her large breasts together enticingly.
"Is this what you want Harry." She said seductively, looking at him as if he were a piece of meat. "This is my body ten years from now, don't you want it?"
"I-" He tried to speak, only for her to put a finger to his lips.
"Don't speak." She whispered, "Just enjoy this."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the massive bedroom in their suite.
-
The next morning Harry woke up with a groan, feeling like his body was made up of lead instead of water. He opened his eyes, to see his vision was filled with blonde hair. A gorgeous girl laid on top of him, her body molded up against his in the covers.
He tried to move somewhat, only for her to let out a small moan before snuggling closer to him. Harry gave up, instead laying still in bed as he waited for Daphne to wake up, something that felt like it took hours.
She eventually moved, her breathing changing as she opened her eyes and turned her head to look straight at him in the eyes. She stared blandly, before smiling and planting a kiss on his lips, "You've ruined me."
Harry sputtered, "Good morning to you too."
Daphne stared at him for a good few minutes before she finally spoke. "I want you to marry me Harry." She said, looking him dead in the eye. "My father will do anything to gain more political power and respect. He would accept a marriage in a heartbeat. I want to be your wife, even if that means sharing your bed."
"Daphne I'm not going to marry more than one girl." He stated, "One is more than enough."
"Harry I spied on you one day as you trained." She said suddenly and he stiffened. "You're probably the strongest student at Hogwarts, hell I doubt aurors would sign up to take you down. I know I'm a strong witch but I pale in comparison to you."
"So you saw…" He said uncertainly, and she nodded.
"I saw you practicing unforgivables along with a couple other dark spells."
"You're not disgusted by me?!" He almost shouted.
She put her hand on his cheek. "Harry my family is one of the darkest in Europe, there is nothing you could do that would make me disgusted by you. I know a couple dark curses myself, more than you would think. The point is you're going to have multiple wives, it's unavoidable for powerful wizards."
Harry sighed, resting his head back on the pillow and looking up at the ceiling. "My life is dangerous Daphne. Voldemort has been trying to kill me since I was a baby, and continued to do so since I got to Hogwarts. You getting close to me would be dangerous for you."
She snorted, "Harry I am going to fight Voldemort if he returns one way or another. While I'm not as strong as you, I'm strong enough that he won't want me around if I don't join him. Which I have no intention of doing."
"Besides," She said huskily as she moved her body closer to his own, causing him to groan. "Who's going to help relieve you of the stress that comes with having so much magic."
"Okay-alright!" Gasped Harry as Daphne moved her legs in a way that made the blood rush to a certain area in his body.
"I'll marry you Daphne." Said a breathless Harry.