Oh crap the bitch is here with me Chapter 2

Harry stood in the shadows of the Hogwarts grounds, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and fear. He had finally made the decision to leave it all behind—the constant torment, the pressure of the Triwizard Tournament, and the suffocating presence of Daphne Greengrass. He clutched the pouch from Gringotts, a gift from the goblins that allowed him to make remote purchases, a lifeline to the outside world.

"This is it," he whispered to himself, glancing back at the castle one last time. The thought of chopping wood in the forest, living a simple life away from the chaos, filled him with a sense of freedom he hadn't felt in ages. He was determined to escape the confines of Hogwarts and the expectations that came with it.

As he made his way toward the edge of the grounds, the cool night air brushed against his skin, invigorating him. But just as he thought he was in the clear, a familiar voice rang out behind him. "Well, well, look who we have here."

Harry froze, his heart sinking as he turned to see Daphne, Pansy, Tracey, Hestia, and Flora standing there, arms crossed and expressions smug. Daphne stepped forward, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Going somewhere, Potter?"

Harry's mind raced. He couldn't let them stop him. "I'm leaving," he said defiantly, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "I'm done with this place and all your games."

Daphne's laughter echoed in the stillness of the night, a sound that sent chills down his spine. "Oh, Harry, you really think you can just walk away? You're not going anywhere without my say-so."

Pansy chimed in, her voice dripping with malice. "You think you can escape us? That's cute. You're not as clever as you think."

Harry felt the walls closing in around him, the reality of his situation crashing down. "I don't need your approval," he shot back, trying to keep his voice steady. "I'm not interested in your games anymore."

Daphne stepped closer, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You misunderstand, Potter. This isn't just a game for me. You're a challenge, and I don't let challenges go easily. You think you can just disappear? I'll make sure everyone knows what a coward you are."

Tracey and Hestia exchanged glances, their expressions reflecting a twisted sense of delight. Flora leaned against a tree, arms folded, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

"You think you can run away from us?" Daphne continued, her voice low and dangerous. "You're tied to this place, tied to me. You'll regret this decision, I promise you."

Harry felt a surge of anger and desperation. He had thought he could escape, but now it felt like the walls were closing in. "You can't control me, Daphne!" he yelled, his voice breaking. "I won't let you!"

Daphne's smile widened, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Oh, Harry, you're going to learn just how wrong you are. You're not leaving Hogwarts without a fight."

With that, she motioned to her friends, and they closed in around him, their laughter echoing in the darkness. Harry's heart raced as he realized he was trapped, the freedom he had longed for slipping through his fingers.

Harry attempted to sidestep the encroaching group, but they quickly surrounded him, closing in like a pack of wolves. He felt the walls closing in, the weight of their presence pressing down on him. "This is nuts," he said, exasperation lacing his voice. "You girls are really like a hive mind."

Daphne stepped forward, a gleam of amusement in her eyes. "And what's wrong with that, Harry? We know how to work together. It's you who's all alone."

Turning to Daphne, he took a deep breath, determination flooding through him. "You know I'm right about you, Daphne. My journal is spot on. Have you told these other fiends what my journal says about girls? About them?" He paused, a wicked smile creeping across his face. "You should at least tell Pug Nose Parkinson that my journal names her, after all."

Pansy's face flushed with anger, her fists clenching at her sides. "What did you say about me, Potter?"

Harry ignored her, focusing on Daphne. "So, what do you say, Daphne? Do you want me to give them the red pill I gave you? I'm sure they'll enjoy what the diary says."

Daphne's expression shifted, a mix of irritation and intrigue crossing her features. "You think you can intimidate me with your little journal, Harry? That's adorable. You really don't understand how this works, do you?"

Tracey and Hestia exchanged glances, their expressions uncertain as they processed Harry's words. "What's this about a diary?" Hestia asked, her curiosity piqued.

Daphne waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, it's just Potter's pathetic attempt to keep some semblance of control. Don't let him get to you." But Harry could see the flicker of concern in her eyes.

"You're scared of what I wrote, aren't you?" Harry pressed, emboldened by their reaction. "You don't want them to know the truth about you. You don't want them to know how you enjoy tearing people apart."

Daphne stepped closer, her voice low and dangerous. "You're playing a dangerous game, Potter. If you think I won't retaliate, you're sorely mistaken. I can make your life a living hell."

Harry held his ground, refusing to back down. "Go ahead. I'm done being afraid of you. I'm not going to let you control me anymore."

The tension in the air was thick, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped. Daphne's eyes narrowed, and Harry could see the wheels turning in her mind. "You think you're clever, don't you? But you're just digging your own grave."

Pansy stepped forward, her voice dripping with venom. "You think you can just insult us and walk away unscathed? You're in way over your head, Potter."

Harry felt a rush of defiance, the urge to fight back surging within him. He knew he was in a precarious position, but he refused to let Daphne and her friends intimidate him any longer.

Harry's frustration boiled over as he confronted Daphne, his voice rising with indignation. "You know what? Fuck this! I want to know what your ultimate goal is, Daphne. Are you trying to marry me against my will? That would entertain you, wouldn't it? The one boy who wanted nothing to do with you, the one boy who isn't attracted to you but disgusted by you, and the one boy who said no to you—who ran away because he enjoyed his freedom so much—is now chained to you forever. So is that your plan, Daphne? Is that your ultimate goal?"

Daphne's expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before her trademark smirk returned. "You really think you can just throw accusations at me and walk away unscathed, Potter? How quaint."

The other girls exchanged glances, and Harry could see the uncertainty creeping into their expressions. Pansy stepped forward, her brow furrowed. "You think she'd actually want to marry you? That's ridiculous."

Daphne waved her hand dismissively, her eyes narrowing. "Oh, it's far from ridiculous, Pansy. Harry here thinks he knows me, but he has no idea what I'm capable of. And as for you, Harry," she continued, her voice dripping with mockery, "you're not as clever as you think. You're simply a pawn in a game much larger than yourself."

Harry felt a surge of anger, refusing to let her intimidate him. "If that's your plan, all I can say is fuck you, and fuck no, Daphne. I won't let you control my life."

Daphne's smile widened, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Oh, Harry, you really think you have a choice in this matter? You're already caught in my web, and the harder you fight, the more fun it will be for me."

Hestia stepped back, crossing her arms as if trying to distance herself from the escalating confrontation. "Is this really how you want to play it, Daphne?" she asked, her voice uncertain.

Daphne shot her a glare before turning her attention back to Harry. "You're in over your head, Potter. You think you can just walk away from me? You'll regret those words."

Tracey, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. "Maybe you should consider what you're doing, Daphne. This isn't just a game anymore."

But Daphne waved her off, her focus solely on Harry. "You don't get it, do you? This is my game, and I make the rules. You're not going anywhere, and I won't let you forget it."

Harry stood his ground, feeling the weight of their gazes on him. The tension in the air was thick, and he knew he had to find a way to escape Daphne's clutches before it was too late.

As Harry stood his ground, he felt the oppressive weight of Daphne and her friends closing in around him. The air crackled with tension, and he could see the malicious glint in their eyes as they prepared to confront him physically. His heart raced, a mix of anger and fear coursing through him.

Pansy stepped forward, a smug smile plastered on her face. "You think you're so clever, Potter? You think you can just hide behind your little journal and throw insults at us? Well, I have a few secrets of my own." She pulled out a piece of parchment, waving it triumphantly in the air. "You know, I couldn't help but notice some interesting entries in your little diary. Care to hear what I found?"

Harry's stomach dropped as Pansy began to read aloud, her voice dripping with mockery. "'Pug Nose Parkinson is just another mindless follower, a classic example of Slytherin's worst.' Oh, how charming, Harry! And then there's this gem: 'I feel sorry for any boy who gets tangled up with Daphne and her crew.'"

Laughter erupted from Daphne and the others, the sound sharp and cruel. Harry felt heat rising to his cheeks, anger and embarrassment flooding through him. "You're just twisting my words," he shot back, but his voice lacked conviction.

Daphne stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with delight. "You see, Harry, you're not the only one with power here. Pansy's right; you've underestimated us. And now, I think it's time for you to pay for your little journal's secrets."

Harry's heart raced as he realized the stakes had just been raised. "You wouldn't dare," he said, trying to sound braver than he felt.

Daphne's smile widened, her voice low and threatening. "Oh, but I would. Imagine the look on everyone's faces when they discover just how weak you really are. Your precious reputation? Gone. All because of a few words you thought you could keep hidden."

As the reality of her threat sunk in, Harry felt a tear prick at the corner of his eye. He blinked rapidly, furious at himself for showing any sign of weakness. But Daphne noticed, her expression shifting from amusement to something more predatory.

"Look at that," she said, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "Is that fear I see in your eyes, Harry? You're not as tough as you pretend to be."

He quickly wiped his eyes, anger coursing through him. "I'm not afraid of you," he insisted, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him.

Daphne leaned in closer, her voice a whisper that felt like ice. "You should be, Potter. Because I can make your life a living hell, and all it takes is one little revelation."

Feeling cornered, Harry knew he had to act fast. He couldn't let Daphne control him any longer, but the fear of what she could do loomed large in his mind.

Pansy's grin widened as she held the parchment up triumphantly, her voice dripping with mockery. "Oh, but wait! There's more!" she declared, revealing in the moment. "Let's see what else Harry Potter has to say about his friends."

She cleared her throat dramatically and began to read aloud, her tone exaggerated for effect. "'I'm really glad the Sorting Hat didn't put me in Slytherin, even though it wanted to. Imagine Ron's reaction if I told him this—yeah, not good. I'm keeping this one to myself.'"

Laughter erupted from Daphne and the other girls, echoing off the stone walls of the corridor. Harry felt a flush of humiliation wash over him as he clenched his fists. "That's not fair, Pansy!" he protested, but his voice was drowned out by their jeers.

Pansy continued, undeterred. "And here's another gem: 'I do happen to have Sirius Black as my godfather. He is the best in the world. Everyone thinks he's a criminal, but they're wrong!'" She paused, letting the words sink in before adding, "Oh, how touching! But I wonder how that would sound to a certain someone in the Ministry?"

Harry felt his heart race, anger bubbling beneath the surface. "That's not what I meant!" he shouted, but it was too late. The damage was done.

Pansy smirked, moving on to the next entry. "'Fighting the Basilisk was a nightmare. Hermione kept reminding me of how I missed Ron, and not in a good way. She was so nagging and controlling!'" The laughter intensified, and Harry felt the heat rise in his cheeks.

"And let's not forget this little titbit," Pansy continued, her eyes gleaming with delight. "'The Marauder's Map is the best thing ever. I can't believe I have it! It's like having eyes everywhere.'"

The laughter from the group echoed around him, and Harry felt a tear slip down his cheek despite his best efforts to hold it back. He wiped it away angrily, frustration boiling over. "You're twisting my words!" he yelled, desperation creeping into his voice. "You don't understand!"

Daphne stepped forward, her expression triumphant. "Oh, but we do, Harry. You're just a scared little boy hiding behind a facade of bravery. You think you can just walk away from this? You're in deeper than you realize."

Harry's mind raced, trying to formulate a plan. He couldn't let this continue. He had to find a way to turn the tide back in his Favor, to reclaim his power from Daphne and her friends. But as he stood there, surrounded by their laughter and mockery, he felt more trapped than ever.

Pansy continued her mockery, relishing the power she held over Harry as she read from his journal. "'I wonder who is worse—the Slytherin boys or the Slytherin girls? With that blonde tart Greengrass after me, I think it's easy to say who is worse.'" She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in, her eyes sparkling with delight.

The laughter from Daphne and the other girls intensified, and Harry felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. "Shut up, Pansy!" he shouted, but his voice was drowned out by their jeers.

Pansy carried on, undeterred. "'Malfoy is nothing compared to Greengrass. He is tame by comparison. He is a rank amateur compared to Greengrass.'" She turned to Daphne, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "How flattering, don't you think?"

Daphne smirked, clearly enjoying the moment. "Oh, it's delightful, really."

Pansy continued, her tone mocking. "'Sirius told me how ruthless the Black sisters were. I rue the day Greengrass found me in the bathroom. She has the compassion of a Dementor and the mercy of a werewolf with its prey.'" She looked at Harry, her expression gleeful. "How poetic, Harry! I didn't know you had it in you."

Harry clenched his fists, feeling a mix of anger and despair. "You're twisting my words! You don't understand anything!" he yelled, but the laughter only grew louder.

Pansy leaned in closer, her voice low and conspiratorial. "'I regret ever crossing her path. I wish Malfoy would annoy me instead with his two goons. That was easy compared to Greengrass.'" She finished reading, a triumphant smile plastered on her face.

The group erupted into laughter, and Harry felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He couldn't let them see him break. He had to fight back, to reclaim his dignity. "You think this is funny?" he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "You're just proving how pathetic you all are."

Daphne stepped forward, her expression cold and calculating. "Oh, Harry, you're just digging your own grave. You think you can insult us and walk away unscathed? You're mistaken."

The atmosphere shifted, and Harry knew he had to make a choice. He could either continue to fight back against their cruelty or find a way to escape their grasp before it was too late.

Harry took a deep breath, trying to steady his trembling voice. "Please, tell your friends to back off, Daphne. They're scaring me," he said, his eyes darting between the girls surrounding him. "And can you please not get any closer? You're invading my personal space, and I don't feel safe with you surrounding me like this. Do you mind stepping back, please?"

Daphne raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting from amusement to curiosity. "Oh, Harry, feeling a bit overwhelmed, are we?" she said, her tone mocking yet intrigued.

"I'm not being rude, Greengrass, or insulting you," Harry continued, his voice steady but firm. "I'm just asking for some basic courtesy. I value my personal space."

For a moment, there was silence. The girls exchanged glances, and Harry could see the flicker of uncertainty in their eyes. Pansy's smug smile faltered slightly, and Tracey and Hestia looked to Daphne for guidance.

Daphne's eyes narrowed, and she took a step back, her expression thoughtful. "Is that so, Harry? You're asking for courtesy from us?" she said, her voice low and dangerous. "You think you deserve that after everything you've written about us?"

Harry stood his ground, trying to project confidence despite the fear gnawing at him. "Yes, I do. Everyone deserves basic courtesy and respect, even if we don't see eye to eye."

Daphne's gaze bore into him, and for a moment, Harry thought she might relent. But then her smile returned, colder than ever. "You're right, Harry. Everyone does deserve basic courtesy. But you see, you've crossed a line. You've insulted us, demeaned us, and now you expect us to just step back because you asked nicely?"

Pansy's laughter rang out, though it lacked the intensity of before. "Oh, Harry, you really are something. Asking for space after everything you've said about us."

Tracey and Hestia exchanged uncertain glances, and Flora shifted uncomfortably. The tension in the air was palpable, and Harry knew he had to keep pushing for his own safety.

"Please, Daphne," he said, his voice earnest. "I'm just asking for a little space. That's all."

Daphne studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, with a dismissive wave of her hand, she signalled the others to step back. "Fine, Harry. We'll give you your precious space. But don't think for a second that this is over."

The girls reluctantly took a step back, giving Harry a bit of breathing room. He felt a surge of relief, though he knew the situation was far from resolved.

"Thank you," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I appreciate it."

Daphne's eyes glinted with a mixture of amusement and menace. "Oh, don't thank me yet, Potter. This is just the beginning. You think you can just walk away from this unscathed? You're in for a rude awakening."

Harry felt the weight of her words, but he stood his ground, determined to find a way out of this nightmare. The path ahead was uncertain, but he knew he had to keep fighting for his freedom and dignity.

Harry took a deep breath, his voice steady but resigned. "Alright, Daphne, I surrender to you and your hit squad. What's in store for me? What type of punishment do you have planned? Turning me into a eunuch? Making me do something embarrassing? Please, Daphne, enlighten me on what's in store for me if I surrender and come with you willingly."

Daphne's eyes sparkled with amusement, and a slow, predatory smile spread across her face. "Oh, Harry, you really are something. Surrendering so easily? I expected more fight from you." She stepped closer, her gaze locking onto his. "But since you're so curious, let me tell you."

The other girls exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of anticipation and curiosity. Pansy's smile widened, and she took a step forward, eager to hear what Daphne had planned.

"You see, Harry," Daphne began, her voice dripping with condescension, "I could make you do any number of things. Embarrassing tasks, humiliating stunts, things that would make you wish you had never crossed me. But that would be too easy, too simple."

Harry felt a chill run down his spine as she continued. "No, I have something much more fitting in mind. You see, I want you to understand what it means to be truly powerless. To have your dignity stripped away, bit by bit, until there's nothing left."

Pansy's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Oh, this is going to be good," she said, her voice filled with anticipation.

Daphne ignored her, focusing solely on Harry. "You will do everything I say, without question. You will serve me and my friends, attending to our every whim. And if you fail, if you even think about defying me, I will make sure everyone knows just how pathetic you really are."

Harry swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her words press down on him. "And what if I refuse?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Daphne's smile widened, her eyes cold and calculating. "If you refuse, I will make your life a living hell. I will expose your journal to the entire school, and everyone will know your deepest, darkest secrets. You will be a laughingstock, a pariah. And I will enjoy every moment of it."

The other girls laughed, their voices echoing in the corridor. Harry felt a tear slip down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away, refusing to show any more weakness.

"So, Harry," Daphne said, her voice soft but menacing, "what will it be? Will you surrender and serve us, or will you face the consequences of defying me?"

Harry stood there, his mind racing. He had to make a choice, and he knew that either path would be fraught with danger and humiliation. But he couldn't let Daphne control him any longer. He had to find a way to reclaim his dignity and freedom, no matter the cost.

Harry's frustration boiled over, and he decided to lay it all out. "Screw it, Daphne. I think I'm done. You and your little friends have made me hate the wizarding world. Every year, I'm almost murdered, and before you say we all have problems, have you ever had to fight a troll at age 11? A basilisk at 12? Almost get murdered by a fucking werewolf at age 13? Well, Daphne, have you?"

Daphne's eyes narrowed, but Harry pressed on, his voice rising with emotion. "Have you ever had to face any of those? And if you don't believe me, Daphne, I can always show you the Pensive memories if you want. I think I'll go back to the Muggle world and have my uncle yell at me. Sounds tame by comparison, and Muggles are less crazy."

The girls exchanged uneasy glances, their smug expressions faltering. Pansy, usually so quick with a retort, seemed momentarily speechless. Tracey and Hestia shifted uncomfortably, clearly unsure how to respond.

Daphne, however, recovered quickly, her eyes cold and calculating. "Oh, Harry, you think you're the only one who's faced challenges? You think your experiences make you special? We all have our battles, and you're not the only one who's suffered."

Harry shook his head, his voice filled with resignation. "You don't get it, Daphne. This isn't just about suffering. It's about the constant danger, the never-ending cycle of threats and violence. And now, you've added to it. You've made my life a living hell."

Daphne's smile returned, though it was devoid of warmth. "Oh, Harry, you're so dramatic. But if you really want to leave, who am I to stop you? Go back to the Muggle world if that's what you want. But don't think for a second that you can escape your problems. They'll follow you, no matter where you go."

Pansy finally found her voice, her tone mocking. "Yeah, Potter, run back to your Muggle relatives. See how far that gets you."

Harry felt a surge of defiance, his anger boiling over. "You know what? Maybe I will. Maybe I'll find some peace and quiet away from all this madness. But don't think for a second that you've won. I'm not running away because of you. I'm choosing my own path."

Daphne's eyes glinted with amusement. "Oh, Harry, you can tell yourself whatever you need to. But we both know the truth. You're just running from your problems."

Harry took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I'm not running. I'm making a choice. A choice to leave behind the constant danger, the endless threats. And you know what? I think I'll be better off for it."

The girls' laughter echoed in the corridor, but Harry felt a sense of resolve. He had made his decision, and he was determined to see it through. The path ahead was uncertain, but it was his path, and he was ready to walk it.

Harry's voice trembled with a mixture of rage and finality as he faced Daphne and her friends. "Goodbye, Daphne. Tonight, I'm done. I'm leaving the wizarding world. Congrats, Daphne—you and your little friends pushed me over the edge. I'm done. I'm fucking done. Fuck this tournament, fuck this crazy madhouse of a school, fuck Voldemort, fuck Dumbledore, but above all, fuck you, Greengrass. I'm done. Fuck you all and have a nice life. Goodbye!"

With that, Harry turned his back on them, his steps resolute as he walked away. The corridor seemed to echo with the weight of his words, a silence settling over the group.

Daphne stood there, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and something else—perhaps regret, though she would never admit it. Pansy's smug smile faltered, replaced by a look of uncertainty. Tracey and Hestia exchanged uneasy glances, clearly unsure how to react.

"Is he serious?" Tracey whispered, her voice barely audible.

Daphne's expression hardened, her eyes narrowing. "He's bluffing. He wouldn't just leave like that."

But there was a flicker of doubt in her voice, and Harry's retreating figure only seemed to solidify the reality of his decision. Pansy's voice broke the silence, though it lacked its usual confidence. "What if he's not? What if he really leaves?"

Daphne's jaw tightened, her eyes fixed on Harry's back as he walked away. "Then he's weaker than I thought," she said, though the words rang hollow. "But we'll see how far he gets. Hogwarts isn't an easy place to escape."

Harry continued to walk, feeling the weight of their stares on his back. He didn't look back, his mind set on his decision. The wizarding world had taken too much from him, and he was ready to reclaim his life, even if it meant leaving everything behind.

As he reached the edge of the grounds, he felt a sense of liberation wash over him. The path ahead was uncertain, but it was his path, and he was ready to walk it. The laughter and jeers of Daphne and her friends faded into the background, replaced by the quiet determination of his steps.

As Harry's figure grew smaller in the distance, Daphne's mind raced. She could feel the eyes of her friends on her, waiting for her next move. The power she had over Harry was slipping away, and a decision had to be made. Let him go and risk losing the control she cherished, or make him stay and solidify her dominance.

Daphne's eyes narrowed as she came to a decision. "No," she said, her voice firm and resolute. "He doesn't get to walk away that easily."

She turned to her friends, her expression hardening. "We're not letting him leave. He thinks he can just escape and leave us behind? He's wrong."

Pansy, Tracey, and Hestia exchanged glances, their uncertainty replaced by a renewed sense of purpose. "What do we do?" Pansy asked, her voice eager.

Daphne's eyes gleamed with determination. "We stop him. We make sure he understands that he can't just run away from his problems—or from us."

The group quickly moved, their footsteps echoing in the corridor as they hurried to catch up with Harry. As they closed the distance, Daphne called out, her voice cutting through the night air. "Harry! Stop right there!"

Harry paused, his heart sinking as he heard her voice. He turned slowly, his eyes meeting Daphne's with a mix of defiance and resignation. "What now, Daphne?" he asked, his voice tired but resolute. "I told you, I'm leaving."

Daphne stepped forward, her friends flanking her. "You think you can just walk away from this? From us?" she said, her voice cold. "You don't get to make that choice, Harry. You're staying."

Harry felt a surge of anger, his fists clenching at his sides. "You can't control me, Daphne. I'm done with this. I'm done with you."

Daphne's smile was icy. "Oh, but I can control you. And I will. You're not leaving, Harry. Not until I say so."

The tension in the air was palpable, and Harry knew he had to make a stand. "I'm not your pawn, Daphne. You don't get to decide my life."

Pansy stepped forward, her voice mocking. "Oh, Harry, you really think you can just leave? You're not going anywhere."

Harry took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto Daphne's. "I'm leaving, Daphne. And there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Daphne's eyes flashed with anger, but she held her ground. "We'll see about that, Potter."

The standoff continued, the night air thick with tension. Harry knew the path ahead was fraught with danger, but he was determined to reclaim his life, no matter the cost.