A/N:

Hi! New chapter. I've recently realized this story is a bit weird, so I'm grateful some of you still like it :)

Parts of this chapter were inspired by ideas left by commenters, and so there will be a small credits list at the end. As always, feel free to comment or DM me your ideas if you'd like to see them get written.

Thank you to everyone who has been reading and enjoying this story, I hope you continue to be amused by it :)

Harry was sitting around in the courtyard with his girlfriend on a sunny afternoon, getting interrogated.

"What is your favorite color?" Daphne asked.

"Blue."

"What is your favorite animal?"

"Dogs."

"What is your favorite name?"

"Daphne…?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you interrogating me?"

Daphne tilted her head sideways at a precisely fifteen degree angle. "This is not an interrogation. This is data acquisition."

"Oh. Okay then," Harry nodded. "By all means, continue acquiring data."

Harry knew his girlfriend just wanted to learn more about him, and was doing it in her own unique Daphne way.

"What is your favorite movie?"

Harry thought about that one for a bit. He knew Daphne would store and remember all of his answers forever, so he wanted to make sure they were accurate.

"Maybe The Wizard of Oz," he said after a moment. "We used to watch that one a fair bit at home, so it's kind of nice and nostalgic for me…"

Daphne quirked her head again. "You watched a movie about fake wizards, even though you were real wizards?"

Harry shrugged. "It's kind of interesting to learn about the muggle interpretation of magic when you know about the real one."

"That is reasonable," she said. "Do you watch a lot of movies?"

"Not at school of course, since technology doesn't work here, but when I'm home I watch a fair few."

Daphne stared at him. "Are you joking?"

"About what?" he asked, confused.

"You said 'technology doesn't work here'. What did you mean by that?"

"Oh," said Harry, realizing his error. "Yeah, that was pretty dumb of me. So technology does work here?"

"With a few modifications it does," she replied. "I have a portable DVD player in my room, if you would like to watch some movies with me one day."

Harry's face lit up. "I'd love that!"

Daphne was sitting in her room with Harry later that week, watching movies on her portable DVD player. Daphne had ensured all of her dorm mates would be out that day, and had locked the door for good measure. She wasn't sure what her and Harry might get up to, but she wanted to make sure that whatever they did get up to, they'd be undisturbed.

"Which movie should we watch next?" Harry asked excitedly.

Daphne looked at her boyfriend.

Possible Emotion Detected: Bafflement

Printing Thought Sequence: Am I not attractive enough for him? Why does he only care about the movies?

"Let us watch your favorite," she said.

"Yay!"

Harry found the copy of The Wizard of Oz that Daphne had prepared for that day's movie marathon and happily put it in the DVD player. He sat back in his spot on Daphne's bed, cuddled into her side, and watched the screen with unconcealed anticipation.

Printing Thought Sequence: Sigh…

Daphne found this childlike side of her boyfriend rather charming, but it was still frustrating. He was in a room alone with his girlfriend, and hadn't even kissed her once, so focused was he on the movies.

"Look, look!" Harry said halfway through the film. "This is my favorite part!"

Daphne watched as the 'Tin Man' appeared on the screen, and sang his little song about wishing he had a heart.

"Your favorite part was the Tin Man?" Daphne asked.

"Yeah," Harry replied. "I've always loved the Tin Man."

Daphne turned to look at the boy, who was obliviously enraptured by the scene. "You love the Tin Man? More than me?"

Harry shook his head. "Oh, no. Not like that. I just like the character-"

He stopped speaking as he realized who he was talking to about the 'Tin Man'. "Oh… Is this weird for you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know," Harry started, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "He's the Tin Man."

Daphne stared back at him with the same neutral expression that never left her face. "And?"

"Well, you're, um…"

"Speak, Harry."

"Can we forget I ever said anything?"

"I do not forget," Daphne said flatly. "I am incapable."

"Ah… Um, sorry."

"I forgive you, Harry. But please be careful; if you ever insinuate I am made out of tin again, I may choose to get offended."

Printing Thought Sequence: Harry has unmatched stamina. I cannot keep up.

It was a good thing Daphne had ensured her roommates would be sleeping in other rooms tonight, because it was 2:14am and Harry was still unsatisfied.

"Man, I almost forgot how good that movie was!" exclaimed Harry after they finished their fifth film in a row. "Do you want to pick the next one?"

Low Battery | 4% of battery remaining

Daphne was pretty sure she hated movies now. She didn't even care that Harry wasn't paying any attention to her; she just wanted the movies to stop so she could recharge. But her boyfriend was looking up at her with such unbridled joy that she simply couldn't ask him to leave.

"You can pick," she said.

"Oh, okay. What about this one? It's almost four hours long, but it's really good…"

"Sure."

Printing Thought Sequence: Please unplug me now…

Harry yawned after they finished Gone With The Wind. He looked at the clock, and noticed it was getting pretty late. Or was it getting pretty early?

"I guess I should be leaving now," Harry said to Daphne. "Sorry for staying so long."

"..."

Harry turned to his girlfriend, and saw her slumped in a graceless pile. She looked rather like a marionette with all her strings cut, but Harry didn't want to think down that line of thought any further than he already accidentally did.

"Um, Daphne?"

"..."

Is she sleeping? He thought. Do robot girls even sleep?

Simulating Dream Production 1/3:

"Daphne!" Harry shouted, from within the grasp of a giant monstrous hand. "Please save me!"

"Harry!" Daphne shouted back, her face showing lots of emotion. "Wait for me, I'm coming!"

Daphne withdrew her wand and cast spells at the surrounding hordes of undead. It was a struggle, and there were some near misses, but eventually she had defeated all of the enemies and turned her focus back to her abducted lover.

Harry struggled, trying to break free of the void monster's grasp.

"Hahaha!" the void monster laughed. "You'll never be able to defeat me, Daphne! Watch as I eat your lover right before your eyes!"

The void monster brought Harry towards its mouth, but before it could chomp down on him, Daphne cast a powerful spell from her wand and sent the monster back to the shadow realm.

"Oh, Daphne!" Harry cried. "You're my hero!"

Daphne gave him a confident smile. "Fear not, my prince. I won't let anything bad ever happen to you."

Harry poked his sleeping girlfriend's cheek. She is sleeping, right?

He poked her cheek some more, mesmerized by how soft and smooth it was. He wasn't sure what she was made out of, but it definitely wasn't tin.

I wonder if robot girls dream? Harry thought. And if so, what do they dream about? Do robots dream of electric sheep?

Simulating Dream Production 2/3:

"Sorry Daphne," Harry said guiltily. "But it just isn't working out between us…"

"What do you mean?" Daphne cried. "I thought things were going great!"

Draco appeared beside Harry, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Things can always be better," Draco smirked. "Harry needs a real man. Not a tin girl like you."

"I thought you didn't like boys!" Daphne sobbed.

Harry shrugged. "I changed my mind. And I like redheads now too."

Ginny appeared on Harry's other side with a smug grin, and gave him a kiss on his other cheek. "I already told you, Greengrass. Harry was always going to be mine, eventually."

Daphne couldn't bear it. It was too much for her to handle. She reached for her-

Harry was stroking his girlfriend's long blonde hair adoringly, thinking about how lucky he was to have met her. He realized he hadn't paid her enough attention that night, and had gotten a little too excited over the movies instead. He kissed her forehead and made a promise to himself to be a better boyfriend in the future.

Huh?

He stopped stroking her hair as he felt something metallic on her upper back. Moving her hair aside, he saw a little wind-up key at the base of her neck, between her shoulder blades.

I guess she forgot to cover it again, Harry thought. It's kind of cute though…

Harry ran his fingers along the key; it was pleasant and cool to the touch.

Surely one turn won't hurt, right?

Simulating Dream Production 3/3:

"Harry!" Daphne gasped between kisses. "I thought you said you wanted to take things slow."

Harry looked at her with a hungry gleam in his eyes. "I can't help myself any longer Daphne. I want to see your gears- no, scrap that. I need to see them."

Daphne blushed. "All of them?"

"Even the tiniest little screw," he whispered.

Daphne gulped audibly as Harry ran his fingers along her wind-up key.

"You wouldn't," she murmured softly.

Without warning, Harry started turning her wind-up key.

Daphne felt herself slowly come back online. She was back in her room in the Slytherin girls' dormitory, and Harry was turning her wind-up key.

"Why are you turning my wind-up key?" Daphne asked.

Harry froze mid-turn. "Um, well, you see, uh…"

Daphne stared at her boyfriend, waiting for an answer.

"I'm sorry," he said eventually. "I couldn't help myself. What does it do?"

"It is an emergency recharge method, in case I am running out of power but need to stay operating."

Harry looked down shamefully. "Oh, I guess I woke you up then. I didn't mean to, you looked so peaceful sleeping…"

"It is fine," Daphne said. "I was almost at full battery."

"In only an hour?"

"I reach full charge in 79 minutes, and can stay operating for approximately 100 hours before my battery depletes fully."

Harry looked impressed. "Wow! You're super well built."

Whirrrrr

Printing Thought Sequence: My boyfriend is such a sweet talker.

"By the way," he added. "I was wondering, do you dream?"

"Not that I know of," Daphne replied honestly. "When I 'wake up', I have no recollection of any such phenomenon while charging, so I have hypothesized that I simply do not dream as a human does."

Harry nodded. "I guess that makes sense."

Since she started dating Harry Potter, the number of boys asking out Daphne Greengrass increased tremendously.

While she already had a boyfriend, many opportunistic male students took that as a sign that unlike for the past six years of rejecting everyone who confessed to her, she was now willing to date someone. Several of the boys who had asked her out in the past tried again, in hopes that her mind may have changed, and that she may decide she preferred them over Harry.

As it just so happened, some of the boys asking Daphne out already had girlfriends.

And naturally, their girlfriends didn't take it very well.

Daphne was walking through the courtyard when a flower pot fell from a second story window. It was on a direct course with her head, but naturally, she evaded it smoothly. The pot hit the ground, shattering into countless ceramic pieces and making a startlingly loud sound.

Many of the students around Daphne jumped or made small exclamations of surprise, but Daphne didn't flinch.

Later that day, Daphne was walking through the hallways when her heightened auditory receptors picked out a whispered curse. Moving gracefully to the side, she narrowly avoided a bolt of magic as it flew by her. The curse instead hit a suit of armor standing at the end of the hall, and the armor instantly went transparent, leaving only the outline of the form visible.

Many of the students around Daphne gave the now-transparent suit of armor a strange look, but Daphne didn't blink.

That evening, Daphne was eating dinner when her advanced taste evaluators detected a trace of amortentia in her soup. Ultimately, she didn't have a blood stream or a traditional digestive system, so the powerful love potion had no effect on her. She didn't know who the potion was keyed towards, but she could only imagine it was no one good.

She was however able to taste that the potion itself was made by a girl, if the slight aftertaste of nail polish was any indicator.

Many of the students around Daphne didn't notice, but Daphne's circuits started to heat up in rage.

Bodily harm and public shame was one thing, but trying to take her away from Harry, even if it was a sloppy attempt, was completely unacceptable.

That night, three girls had neatly printed notes placed under their pillows while they slept.

That morning, each of the three girls found the neatly printed notes and read them.

A few moments later, each of the three girls began to cry.

Daphne was walking through the hallways after breakfast when she was confronted by a group of three stressed-out looking girls with puffy red eyes. They stopped in front of Daphne, and Daphne stopped in front of them.

"Y-y-you wouldn't actually tell anyone, would you?" one of the girls spoke up worriedly.

"I would. If you ever try to take me away from Harry again, the whole school will know what was written on the notes."

"But you stole our boyfriends!" another said despairingly.

"I did not steal your boyfriends – I rejected them. It is not my fault that they are unfaithful, asymmetrical vermin."

The last girl sobbed. "But the notes? How could you be so heartless?"

Daphne looked down at the three girls coldly. "You will find that being heartless comes quite naturally to me."

Possible Emotion Detected: Guilt

Simulating Physiological Response…

Daphne felt her artificial muscles tense up uncomfortably. She didn't like to threaten girls with secrets that could make them school pariahs, but she hadn't seen another course of action. In any case, as long as they left her and Harry alone from now on, she wouldn't say a word.

Printing Thought Sequence: 'Heartless', huh? I guess I am…

Daphne looked out the window and saw a quidditch practice taking place. She tried to spot her boyfriend, but he wasn't there; it appeared to be the Hufflepuff team's turn on the field.

"Go on, keep pushing!" Neville Longbottom called as the team ran drills. "Put your heart into it!"

Daphne looked appraisingly at the Hufflepuff quidditch team captain and keeper. What did a heart have to do with anything? She decided to puzzle that out later, and kept walking. Before long, she stumbled across Harry's friend Ron linked quite intimately with his girlfriend.

"I love you with all my heart," Lavender said to him in between kisses.

"Same," Ron said, and went back in to kiss some more.

Daphne was starting to get upset. What was the big deal about hearts, anyway? She walked rather briskly out of the school and saw a group of seventh year students gathered around Hagrid.

Hagrid was a rather popular teacher, and for good reason. He was kind and incredibly knowledgeable about the creatures he taught about, and he had become a go-to source of wisdom for many students who needed advice.

"I know things can be tough for yeh, now that yer almost graduatin' and all," Daphne overheard Hagrid say. "But don' worry too much. Life will bring yeh where yer supposed to be in the end, and if yer ever doubtin', I recommend yeh jus' follow yer heart!"

Daphne picked up the pace of her brisk walk and started to run towards the school.

Printing Thought Sequence: Oh my Gears, I have heard enough about hearts for one day!

Harry could tell that something was bothering his girlfriend. While normally that was a difficult thing to tell, today it was rather obvious as the moment she saw him she ran up to him and gave him a hug.

"Harry, does it matter that I do not have a heart?"

Harry looked down at the girl in his arms in surprise. "No! Of course not. I mean, you're full of figurative heart, so the fact you don't have a literal one doesn't really matter."

She looked up at him, clearly trying to measure all of his physiological responses to see if he was lying. Fortunately for Harry, he wasn't.

"Okay," Daphne said after a while. "I believe you. It is just that I have heard so much about hearts today that I was starting to feel like I might be missing out on something…"

"Not at all," Harry assured her. "Honestly, it's just another squishy human organ that can fail when you don't want it to. It's pretty overrated I think…"

"If you say so."

As always, Daphne felt a little better after talking to her boyfriend.

Harry's mother Lily was known for creating some of the most beautiful magic the wizarding world had ever seen. She sculpted intricate glass flowers that were sought after by collectors around the world, and her pieces were among the highest priced objects to be sold at charity auctions. Her delicate touch and peerless prodigy extended to the fields of charms and potions as well, and her research had pushed through many new advancements in the magical world.

Harry's father James was better known for his power. After graduating from Hogwarts, he was one of the foremost fighters in the war against the Dark Lord and his followers, and it was him (with Lily's help) who eventually landed the killing blow on Voldemort. Sixteen years after the war, James Potter was still regarded as one of the most formidable wizards alive.

Harry Potter definitely took after his father in regards to magic; he had lots of power, but controlling it towards detailed work was something he always struggled with.

Having said that, he still picked up a thing or two from his mom.

Harry sat in his room for the third night in a row, trying to add the finishing touches to the project on his desk. What started out as a shapeless piece of glass was now an artistic rendition of a heart, with stained colors that refracted beautifully when held up to the light.

It was far from the elegance of something his mom would've made, but he had tried his best and was quite proud of it. He cast a strong anti-breaking charm on the glass, and with the force behind the spell he used, he knew it was practically indestructible.

I just hope she likes it… he thought as he finally turned off the lights and got into bed.

"Um, Daphne. I have a present for you…"

"A present? My buildday is not until the summer."

"I know, but…I wanted to give this to you now."

Daphne watched as Harry went into his bag and pulled out a small wrapped object. She accepted it, and was surprised to feel it had a hefty weight to it.

"Can I open it?"

Harry scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Yeah…but I'm not sure if you'll like it…"

Daphne carefully unwrapped the paper and took out a stunning glass heart that shone through with yellows and reds as she turned it around in her hands.

"You mentioned the other day that you felt you were missing out by not having a heart, so I wanted to get you something that symbolized, well, er, how you have mine…"

Daphne remained silent as she observed the heart, and Harry was starting to get nervous that she didn't like it.

"I'm sorry," he said eventually. "Is it lame? If you don't want it you don't-"

Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

"It's okay if you hate it-"

Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

"I know it's not as good as-"

Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

"Um, I guess you like it?"

"I love it," Daphne corrected. "It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

Harry blushed. "Okay well that might be a bit of an exaggeration…"

"I do not exaggerate," she said, looking him in the eyes. "You are the best boyfriend a robot girl could ever have."

Harry smiled and tried not to let his eyes get too watery. He had an image to maintain, after all.

"And you're the best robot girlfriend a boy could ever have."

Daphne stopped playing with the heart. "I am not a robot."

Harry froze. "What? You literally just said-"

"I am a perfectly normal sixteen year old girl."

That night, Daphne returned to the shed. She waved her wand across her back, revealing the seams on her synthetic skin, and opened up the repair hatch.

She carefully cleared away a small space in her chest, and fastidiously affixed Harry's glass 'heart' next to her own mechanical one.

When she was finished, she closed the hatch and waved her wand across her back, hiding the seams again.

Printing Thought Sequence: Oops. I forgot about the wind-up key.

Waving her wand once more, she hid the wind-up key as well.

That was for Harry's eyes only.

A/N:

Did you like this chapter? I have more chapters for this story cooking in my head (I hear you, Astoria fans!) and I'll try to be a bit faster releasing the next one.

Note for CaskettFan5 - Harry freaked out last chapter because he was surprised by how early Daphne wanted to talk about children, and by the sheer number she wanted :)

Idea credits:

Roxasstorm: Harry questions if Daphne dreams at all while sleeping or in rest mode. (HB: I really ran away with this one lol)

Guest: Daphne wants a real heart like in the Wizard of Oz so Harry gets her a symbolic one. (HB: This was a tricky one, but I loved it)