Chapter 7. A great conspiracy.
A horrible smell made her open her eyes in a hurry, Jessica was on top of her passing a kind of white cloth through her nose, "Wow, what a scare," she said with relief.
"What happened?", she asked, trying to fully recover his senses.
"I could ask the same thing," she replied, "witch"
"Wait...", she tried to locate her magic wand, but Jessica smiled curiously, when she sat up, she could see that she was lying on one of the sofas in that place.
"I know you're not a muggle like me, Daphne," Jessica said and without any fear she held out the magic wand that had fallen from her pants, "although Potterness is a muggle institution, only a few of us have knowledge of the wizarding world, for years we have kept the secret and all of us who have occupied this position have been instructed to do so," she said, "so yes, the fireplace has a connection to the Floo network and Madeline's painting moves"
"How...?"
"The question here is, who are you really? And what are you looking for in Potterness," she asked sullenly, "we haven't had contact with the wizarding world in years and you're the first witch to set foot in this office in..."
"Is Harold Potter alive?" Jessica paled from her interruption and before she could find her answer, a voice was heard, there was an explosion, and Daphne again gave in to faint.
It took her a while to regain consciousness and when she did she could notice that Jessica's office had been left behind and now she was lying on a comfortable bed in a huge room, when she got up she could notice many things, such as the bed in which she was, the fireplace and sofas in the background, a huge window that no doubt had a view of a group of trees, but everything in the place was old, and despite being so, everything looked so neat and clean, that room reminded her the huge rooms on Slytherin Common Room in Hogwarts. Her heart stopped again, and a terrible fear began to invade her.
"We finally meet," a hoarse voice made her stop in the middle of the room to realize that sitting on the sofa next to the bed was the vampire Harold Potter, "Miss Greengrass"
"Harry...," she said, putting a hand to her mouth quickly.
"The last person alive and who was not a magical portrait to call me that, possibly is already in dust," he smiled.
Deeply green eyes and pale face, Harry was a handsome man, his face was beautiful, and his fine features were perfectly demarcated turned him undoubtedly attractive, he had that pureblood superiority air that wizards like Nott or Malfoy carried but improved. He was tall and athletic in build, as if he had played Quidditch for years, wearing a sleek muggle suit without a tie and open showing a white shirt underneath his jacket.
"I was right to say you were alive," she said regaining his composure her cheeks burning on shame, Harry nodded, "the situation with Dolores was..."
"Masterful, but stupid," he interrupted her standing up and walking towards her, Daphne cringed a little when she saw him approaching, but after passing by and sitting in the living room of the room he invited her to sit down, "I should have foreseen that a woman as perceptive as you would immediately connect the dots"
"How did you know that...?" she asked, for a moment she felt lost in those green eyes that focused on her.
"After your daring visit to Damocles I considered it prudent to follow you and I accused me of having listened to your conversation with Cyrus Greengrass and then in the shadows stealth of your brave crusade in the Ministry of Magic to find out together with you that mystery that had been seeking to be discovered for so many years," he replied honestly.
"When did you find out that I'm reading your diary?" she asked, some nervousness or fear of being in front of the vampire had been left behind.
"It took me a several days and weeks to find out, possibly I dropped it during one of my visits to the library of that wizarding hospital you call St. Mungo's," he told her, "And I discovered that you had it and read it the day you went to visit Damocles Davies weeks ago and ask all those things about me."
"Your life is very interesting, but honestly, fanciful," Harry stared at her and smiled again with mystery, "but I boast of being a person who doesn't like fantasies and tend to find realities, once I start..."
"Imagine, daring to attack Jessy Wilhelm in her own office, you're brave like a Gryffindor girl, are you?" he interrupted mockingly and when Daphne was ready to reply, he stopped her "fortunately Maddy's portrait was able to warn me of the situation and I arrived just in time to solve it, some protections that Will left years ago are aggressive to wizards ill intended and after you refute that fact, you attacked a Potterness representative so the magic in the place detect bad intentions and if that was no sufficent, you say a taboo word", Daphne nod.
"There's something wrong with all this, Harry," Daphne said suddenly and stared at him directly, Harry held his gaze and for the first time in years averted it, "I don't believe that story of yours that you casually dropped such an important diary at St. Mungo's, such a careful person since 1625 wouldn't overlook something so insignificant."
"Oh, yes?", there was no longer a mysterious smile, only surprise.
"And considering that at some point in history the Potterness Continental visit would be a reality as my reading progressed, it is very curious that a purple book has attracted me to it and find a portrait of the late Isobel Potter, which is nothing more than..."
"I should say, trapped?" he finally said, looking defeated.
"My theory is," she said suddenly surprising Harry again, that vampire was brutally surprised, Daphne was undoubtedly an admirable witch, "my theory is that something happened between you and me at some point in history and two things happened, the first is that my memory has been modified or erased to avoid remembering something and the second is that after a while that need of yours to never give up since Isobel' death, have led you to use me to discover the truth and on the way get closer to me again"
For the first time in centuries Harold Potter was brutally discovered, that witch in front of him was undoubtedly his downfall in this version or in all the previous ones, "I see that you are very smart..."
"What Isobel' reincarnation am I?" she asked directly, Harry just stared at her, they were already doing it several times that he lost count.
"Shouldn't you read the rest of the story in the diary to find out?", he asked again.
"I could," she replied quickly, "but I don't want to, so be bluntly and give me the answer I'm looking for."
"Isobel Potter has appeared only twice in my timeline, you are the second, Dalia was the first," he replied calmly.
"Is what I said true?", she asked again biting her lip a little, "are you using me to find out the truth and...?", Harry raised his hand signaling her to shut up.
"Of all species, only the human being is capable of living several times through reincarnation and only one civilization, muggle by the way, has been able to find the meaning and importance of them," he replied calmly, "while some Muggle religions study reincarnation or past lives, Korean civilization has been the only one of all muggle societies that have perfectly understood what their past lives mean and they have found the interconnection between them, even the very understanding of this process has led them to assimilate their past experiences and compare them with their present, in simpler words, they have developed magical techniques without magic ironically that allow them to literally assimilate the memories or experiences of their past lives", Daphne for the first time was stunned, Harry's voice, the wisdom in his words and the eloquent way he explained in person was equal to or better than his diary, "to the point, only you, Daphne Greengrass, an English witch have been or were able to copy this method naturally and take this process to the maximum during your sixth year at Hogwarts"
"Me?", she asked in amazement.
"Yes," he replied, "it was during an expedition to that forest of yours full of magical and dangerous creatures, for some strange reason your connection with Isobel awakened just when a wandering vampire decided to include you in his menu of the day and that admirable witch called Minerva Mcgonagall saved you," he could see her turn pale and begin to tremble, agile, Harry got up and sat down at her side taking her hand trying to reassure her.
"Why don't I remember anything?" she asked, suppressing some sobs and trembling little, "is that why despite knowing your story for the first time when reading it in your diary it was easy for me to get caught in it?", curiously Harry's hand in his did not feel cold, or was it the growing nerve because of its closeness?
"You don't remember anything because a year ago, taking advantage of the defeat of that dark lord called Voldemort, all memory of your connection with Isobel or the vampire Harold Potter was erased by the same wizards who for years have worked against me," he replied staring at her.
"We...?" she asked with his cheeks on fire, still without letting go of his hand.
"We weren't in a relationship if your question is focused on that or we didn't have sex if you are intended on knowing that," he said smiling mysteriously, Daphne shook her head and let go of her hand, "but we did maintain direct contact for two years after you initially located me one night in a muggle bar in the city of York thanks to your memories, which are technically Isobel's memories", all nervousness had disappeared.
"Why not...?" she asked again, one part of her was sad for discover she and him didn't have nothing but the other part was a relief because live things and didnt remember it was terrible. Harry let go her hand, stood up and walked to the small bureau next to the bed, after a quick movement he took out of a drawer the same purple book he had previously found in Jessica's office.
"I can't reveal that to you, and only you yourself can do it," he handed her that book and went to sit in front of her again, no longer next to her, "despite what Isobel means to me, if you have read well about me, and without considering my nature, I have principles and codes, you were only a sixteen-year-old girl, even if your mind had advanced until it reached the same intellectual age and maturity that Isobel had when she died by assimilating her memories and practically your past life was not going to succumb to low passions just because Isobel took centuries to reappear and in you precisely, moreover...", he admitted with great honesty, Daphne looked at him carefully and then at the book in his hands.
"I read everything that happened with Dalia, Harry," she replied shyly, "I know what happened and your thoughts on it."
"Then you will understand perfectly my actions, or at least that is what I expect of you Daphne Greengrass," he told her and long pause began between the two, Daphne was looking at him with flickered emotions trying to say something but she can't and Harry was trying to think in what to do with her with a curious feeling ticking over his gut, "I know you are eager for answers Daphne and I'll be pleased to answer everyone with no haste and honestly, but you cannot find the slightest with an empty stomach and even less after so many emotions together in a single day."
She understands and preferred change the topic," Where are we?", finally asked the blonde cautiously observing the whole place.
"Just behind the current Greece muggle embassy, my unique and old home in Kensington," he replied rising and inviting her to do the same, "if my memory serves me well because I'm too old and maybe wrong," he sneered and Daphne smiled in the same way, "we are a great park away and a couple of streets from your apartment in the center of Paddington."
"So, after all, you came back here," she asked as they walked to the dining room of the house.
"Dolores Umbridge or Lucius Malfoy I don't know, was in charge of orchestrating a surprise attack on my Mayfair residence several years ago," he replied, inviting her to sit at the huge table that was in place, "I remember was a scandal in both worlds if you let me tell you, Fiendfyre in the middle of muggle London for that rag called "The Prophet" and a catastrophe that destroyed dozens of historic houses for the "London Times", a muggle newspaper"
"I remember," the theme continued, "Tracey said that many wizards blamed the dark lord back then, after all..."
"It was logical to think so," after giving directions to a woman dressed in uniform, Harry stared at him, "Umbridge is a surname that appeared and will appear several times in my diary if you let me tell you, those disgusting racists have been a headache since James Umbridge set foot in his house centuries ago, but if I have learned anything from them, is that despite their stupid behavior and lack of magical ability are highly dangerous and for years they have managed to maintain an unsuspected power in the ranks of the Ministry,"
"Now that you say it is strange...", she said arranging a couple of cutlery in front of her nervously, for being a vampire and someone as fearsome as he was sometimes presented in that diary, Harry was different, it was as if he were with any wizard on a picnic day, "a witch like her after what happened with those commissions for muggleborns and beast...", her face turned red with embarrassment and one of the cutlery she was accommodating fell with a bang to the floor, Harry let out a slight laugh and invited her to continue talking, "muggleborns and beings not accepted by the Ministry of Magic, she should be serving a life sentence in Azkaban", she said, but then she looked at Harry with some fear, Suddenly the memory of the news of the witch's death frightened her.
"Kingsley Shacklebolt may be a minister unlike any I've seen paraded through that building full of corruption, but he's still a pureblood wizard," he said and suddenly the nervousness in the blonde disappeared, "just as your father is still a fervent follower of the traditions and customs of the famous ancient laws for pureblood wizards."
" Shacklebolt? Racist?", she asked in amazement.
"His father and grandfather were ardent followers of the Parkinson philosophy established by centuries ago in the Wizengamot," he replied, "perhaps he has been very close to that cheap philosophies manipulator called Albus Dumbledore, and perhaps now his rule has been in charge of putting in place softer laws for muggleborns and muggles in these times of peace, But why is each law not applied as it should be?, Why does each law always have a hidden meaning in its smallest letters?, Why is that library mouse surnamed Granger still an inferior employee?, no legislation, despite being approved by the ministry, passes without the approval of the Minister of Magic"
"Now I understand why the Ministry wanted to wipe you off the face of the wizarding world Lord Potter," she said mockingly, "a vampire as long-lived as you have so much shit on them that Cassiopeia Black herself in her glory days would blush with shame."
"I see that you have recovered your humor sense," he said and suddenly a couple of servants appeared who immediately placed a plate in front of him and in front of her, "thank you, Winfrey, that's all, leave us alone and let no one disturb us," he said to the woman who directed the other servants and when they are gone he speak again, "you will understand that I will not be able to accompany you in tasting the food so you can begin," Daphne looked at him strangely, but nodded and immediately began to taste the huge steak in front of her, she was hungry.
"Those servants of yours, are they Muggles?" she asked, watching as he just watched her eat.
"Totally, Winfrey, Pedro and Raj are Muggles and don't know what I am and like all the Muggles around this mansion they don't know that there is a world beyond the simple coming and going of their activities," he replied, "a quick mind control and they believe that the delicious steak you devour fervently did its thing with me." He sneered a little.
"Are you still hunting?" she asked nervously, taking some of her drink, Harry raised an eyebrow, but nodded.
"With times as busy as these today and with wizards free from the stress of a magical war, my routine is spaced out, but yes, I'll be able to quench my thirst for a couple of days, but eventually I have to eat," he said, "just yesterday precisely, a couple of teenagers hiding behind a dumpster in an alley in Nothing Hill north of here, lustful to see each other in secret, the adrenaline in their blood was..."
"I only asked one question," she said with extreme discomfort, "I didn't ask you for details."
"Well, that's how I considered it," he said calmly, seeing her get upset and smiling a little, "but yes, I'm still hunting, my nature hasn't changed in centuries, just perhaps adapting to the circumstances of the time."
Daphne decided to continue eating in silence and omit the discomfort that Harry was there watching her eat every bite, Harry's plate was still intact the same as it was served. Despite the irony of everything, she didn't feel any apprehension, anxiety, fear, stress or nervousness with all that, everything seemed so natural to him, Harry's sarcasm and cynicism, his eloquence when speaking and telling exact facts about things, his penetrating and fixed gaze, the brutal honesty when answering, everything, it was as if it were a situation lived multiple times and not at all strange. In his mind suddenly he began to feel a kind of familiarity with that dining room, with the servants of the house, with the cutlery itself and even in his mouth the taste of that delicious steak and asparagus that he tasted seemed familiar to him. When she walked into Potterness that morning looking for answers as to whether or not Harry was alive, she would never have imagined a situation as bizarre as this, that is, Daphne would never have thought that she would be in front of Harry Potter in all his glory in that Kensington dining room eating a steak while they talked in such a natural way about various topics.
"Do my parents know about ours?" she asked suddenly, Harry who had decided to drink the water in his glass, looked at her confused, "do my parents know that I am Isobel reincarnated, and we were lovers and...?"
"Until a few months ago the only people who knew the whole situation about you, Isobel and I, are sitting watching each other in a giant dining room in Kensington," he replied, "today I recognize that we may not be the only ones."
"My attackers?" she asked.
"I have a couple of suspects, yes, but it is too early to theorize and offer them the same fate as sweet Dolores," he replied.
"Why is your way of being with me different from, let's say... Damocles, Peter or any individual in your diary so far?" she asked again, Harry staring at her confused again.
"I can't read your mind if that's what you're waiting for to know what you mean and I don't know exactly what attitude or behavior you have been able to detect in my writing and with whom, to ask that question, but you are an expert at theorizing things, surprise me Miss. Greengrass, surprise me," Harry leaned forward and with a slight sign invited her to speak.
Daphne stared at him and his mind began to work at a thousand per hour, "in your writing you capture a strong and biting personality at the same time, aggressive and passionate, charged with emotions in your actions and like that of a person who takes what he wants no matter how", Harry raised an eyebrow again and straightened up completely, "Your cruelty in attacking your victims, your lust in describing some erotic encounter of yours or someone else, your passion in defending you from the ministry, but mainly that dark and cold personality that a vampire expresses just by looking at him, a distant and cutting attitude"
"I didn't know I could be so much and express so much with a couple of lines, but so far I'm very surprised," he told her honestly, Daphne Greengrass was quite a case.
"You write with a lot of passion, like a lot of emotion and now that you are in front of me and find nothing but your stupid sarcasm, brutal honesty and that incessant way of deflecting crucial issues with pompous words or anecdotes makes me conclude only one thing, Harold Potter," she said firmly and decisively, Harry watched her carefully.
"Well?" He began to whistle suspenseful music trying to disguise the incredible nervousness that for the first time years began to eat away at him inside.
"Everything about a vampire is based on his own emotions, human and simple like a Muggle's, fanciful and exotic like a wizard's, but emotions at the end of the day," she said, Harry stopped whistling abruptly "and I think for Harold Fleamont Potter born Muggle in 1598, turned vampire in 1625, emotions have always been and will always be his greatest weakness, Why then is there nothing of the personality that he captures in his experiences when he is in front of me?, because irrationally you cannot control them Harry, Isobel at the time, Dalia in another era and I in my current life will we always be who after all will always bring out the worst or the best in you, in most cases, with Isobel, Dalia or me, Harry Potter ceases to be a vampire to become that innocent muggle who intensely longs for what he has not found in the entire centuries he has been living in this world, love"
Harry Potter looked at Daphne opening his mouth a little, in front of him there was a determined woman with an imposing firmness and with an impeccable strength that for the first time in years bared his most hidden desire and this time, it was not Isobel who was in front of him, forgetting the Isobel' resemblance, the personality and the fact that technically it was her in a new life, in front of him was Daphne Greengrass being herself, he could identify in each word, in each sentence a personality of her own that had nothing to do with Isobel or with Dalia but quite the opposite. It was none of them in front of him, it was Daphne, just Daphne and that literally left him in shock, a vampire, a murderous being like him, devoid of many emotions was there watching that medium height blonde stand up from the table and walk to where he was motionless and defeated, defeated by being discovered and a prisoner of emotions so human that never in all his long life as a vampire ever he thought he had. For the first time in years, he felt like a victim of him waiting for the final.
"And even struggling for explanations or to bring out that dark side that a nightmarish being like a vampire represents, he cannot explain what is happening," Daphne took his hand and placed a simple kiss on it, "but Harry, oh Harry, the heart and doesn't matter it was devoid of life, will never stop longing for what before taking it away, was rightfully yours and loving is and will always be the greatest weakness of all the beings that inhabit this world, whoever they are," smiling at him, Daphne tousled his hair playfully, "see you soon Harry, we still have a lot to do and a great conspiracy to discover", and without further ado she disappeared leaving a surprised Harry Potter looking at the space where the witch had vanished.
"Wow...", he finally said out of his stupefaction, "a simple "gotcha" would have been enough..." When Winfrey returned to the dining-room she could see her master still in the same position speaking a couple of incoherently things that spoke of blondes, doom, and delirium.
A new century was finally coming, 1800, Potterness and Magical Potterness were already a business model solidified throughout Great Britain and the United States that Madeline decided to combine both in a single model called Continental Potterness and with Will's support an interesting scheme was created in which the general administration leaders who would be aware of both worlds and would handle at their discretion the matters that were the responsibility of each one, thus, a single head would think for two supported by a general council made up of Madeline, William, Johan and me. That incredible idea achieved great things outside the Ministry of Magic or the Muggle government, forming its own timeline where the wizarding world and muggle converged into one and that did not mix with the daily comings and goings of both worlds but adapted to everything that happened. For example, if the famous Wizengamot enacted legislation that made it difficult for muggleborns to obtain employment, Potterness Continental offered them well-paid work that would allow them to lead their lives fully in both worlds. If any werewolves could not find employment due to discrimination high rates, then the goal of the Will Murray' division was to help them have stability and in what way they could help them cope with their condition, even providing them with jobs in the fields where magical ingredients were planted on the outskirts of large cities. Or in the muggle world where we create common places for the homeless that need shelter to eat, rest and clean themselves and then if they wanted it offered a job in our business best adapted to their abilities.
Although it caused me a lot of benefit and popularity in the wizarding world mainly, the Ministry of Magic now in charge of a witch named Artemisia Lufkin, distracted by the international cooperation between wizards and the magical sport called quidditch, allowed the Caronte Parkinson philosophy grow exponentially, creating and shielding a nourished faction in the Wizengamot ranks that included not only wizards from the ancient and ancestral houses like Black, Bulstrode, Carrow or Nott, but of those of recent incorporations like Malfoy, Flint or Crabbe, causing a constant affront between the Potterness egalitarian philosophy and the Wizengamot prejudiced and discriminatory legislation. Caronte was a handsome old man and extremely skilled in diplomacy, he was cunning and calculating, allied with families with the power and influence among purebloods, together as Wizengamot representatives or alone, they were a deadly weapon for anyone who dared to stand in his way. But the enormous advantage of taking the family business affairs apart from each world, despite being involved, allowed the Parkinson's group not to do as much damage as would be expected, however sometimes they won, and we lost legal battles on tribunals. Battling with all their influence and power among wizards using law and bureaucracy for their benefit were deadly for everyone who don't be pureblood and only because they fear me so much because my influence with the muggles, they didn't take a direct step in destroyed me.
In Muggle world, things in Britain were still tense and the empire eyes were closely following the steps taken by a French general surnamed Bonaparte who with a coup d'état had put an end to the French revolution a year earlier, in 1799. In addition to all this, King George III began to suffer more and more episodes of his famous mental illness and the battles between Parliament and the Prince of Wales for control of the empire in case of an alleged lack of sanity in the regent monarch kept the crown away from Potterness, so muggle life was more bearable for me than magical life. The Muggles were a surprising individuals, if you let me tell you, although the economic situation was very marked between poor and rich and between high and low society neighborhoods, society itself seemed to evolve in its own way, coupling all the daily aspects into a single and thus shaping the huge city that is London today and I don't going to say that thanks to me the poor people were in better conditions but the shelters and the job we offered them was doing blossoming chances in they to progress and get out of necessity and poverty they were.
My life in Mayfair was quiet and curiously easy to bear, I attended to matters from time to time, attacked and fed me when I needed it and visited one of the many Potter businesses. The brothels were becoming more and more sophisticated and in a way they were gradually disappearing to become only pubs or bars, like Maddy said, that occasionally, if the area required it, provided private services of English ladies willing to satisfy customers who paid well for those services, such as the famous gentlemen's clubs that in the end was a Potter pub or brothel adopted by a group of aristocrats who forced me to modify both the infrastructure, right of admission and services in order to keep it exclusive for them. For me that was not complicated, and I didn't consider it a loss, on the contrary, everything that happened in high society passed through my intel that now highly sophisticated was recorded under magic tricks in a diary that was shared with the central office for consultation or take cautions especially with that French general called Napoleon Bonaparte who in silence was looking England with bad eyes and I don't feel sorry for thinking it because in the end I was not wrong, that little man was a potential tyrant and provoked war and chaos among muggles years after his ascension to power in France.
William Murray was very intelligent and thanks to his great ideas, everything was simpler, going against all possible rules and playing the same game as wizards, his goal was to adapt as much magic as possible into the Potterness muggle business and the results were amazing. For example, communication with Johan, in Charlestown, was no longer so ambiguous thanks to three ideas he implemented, one of them was communication via birds, mainly owls or birds capable of traveling great distances; the second through magic boxes that recorded a message and days later it appeared in an even box elsewhere, and the third was through what you wizard call a portkey, that last one was only for extreme cases in reference to the United States, traveling by magic over great distances according to Will would be very complex and dangerous, so it was rarely used to travel from England to South Carolina we preferred muggle ships above magic means, however, between nearby areas such as Portsmouth, York, Norfolk, London, Manchester, Dover, Mayfair it was very useful and if it was used frequently until the Wizengamot undertook a crusade to regulate the use of portkeys obliging us to use conventional muggle means like carts or horses in the rural zones. Why not using Flu Network? well, the same situation with portkeys. If I name who was my worse enemy in those years, I going to say Caronte fucking Parkinson. Like that muggle guy in the Manchester' shelter say one day when I am visiting it and he were referring to the prime minister, "that rich motherfucker was a pain in the ass". Caronte was that and I think more. But at the end of it all I was exaggeratedly surprised, the Lord Potter of the seventeenth century and some parts of the eighteenth century would never have imagined how beneficial the wizarding world would be for him and how Madeline in muggle world and William in magic world would turn him into a different Lord, a vampire taking the best of both worlds for his benefit.
By 1801 the Parkinson' campaigns and those were close to me were beginning to become personal and it was no longer legislation or mandates through the Wizengamot that sought to destabilize the great achievements obtained up to that time. Caronte, already old with age, was still as scathing as in his tenderness as Parkinson house representative and he had been joined by three more cockroaches that would become a constant headache for me, the first was a French origin wizard origin who emigrated to England years ago called Antonín Malfoy; the second cockroach was another wizard named Igor Bulstrode and the last was son of the late James Umbridge, called Dante. The four were influential wizards with a lot of power within the Ministry of Magic and ignoring Lufkin policies, who was immersed in her unattainable struggle to bring a sports cup to Britain that she couldn't notice all that was happening in her back. You see, the Ministry of Magic born initially as an organization capable of fostering a healthy organization of Britain's wizarding civilization had become a nest of bureaucratic cockroaches that used power to demonstrate to others their supremacy over what they called inferior races, there hidden and protected under laws that they themselves approved, proclaimed and dictated the coming and going of the wizarding world ignoring or using at convenience the noble philosophies of Eldritch Diggory or Hesphaestus Gore, for example, who do everything in their power to turning the wizarding world into something more than simple wizards coexisting with Muggles in a disorganized and uncontrolled way.
However, just as Caronte, Antonn and Dante spread their poison in the magical world, I managed to generate the perfect antidote and I think that in the end that was what caused so much resentment in wizards with me, the fact that a vampire like me could coexist peacefully working with Muggles, wizards, different species like werewolves without prejudice and discrimination. Everything was difficult for many of us in those years, although for me I was indifferent, after all I was a vampire who had been in the world for years and as long as it exists a source of food available it was enough. The relationship between Continental Potterness and the Ministry of Magic was officially worn out, extinguished, but above all dynamited from the Wizengamot thanks to the influential pureblood group led by wizards such as Parkinson and so it was until against all odds and in 1811 Grogan Stump arrived and the pureblood supremacists had to stop and after a famous declaration he definitively formalized the department that Damocles led for years which was the Division of Beings and created the Divisions of Beasts and Spirits, granting them budgets, greater weight and power within the Ministry. The Stump philosophy, I must admit, was against my own judgment different from that of all the wizards who had passed through the position of minister, and I believe it was so until the Ministry itself recognized the danger that this wizard represented, and despite his popularity by 1819 he was dismissed and replaced by an old friend of the Parkinsons. a witch with the surname Flint.
Daphne stopped her read, the history was interesting and fabulous like the other parts, she never thinks that someone surnamed Parkinson can be so powerful and had an influence equally to the Malfoys in Voldemort reign, his descendants were not so smart or powerful like him, on the contrary, they were now a low profile pureblood family trying to repair the war damage they did with hypocritical parties or charity auctions. But now the motives about Harry disappearance in every magical record was clear and if she wants answers to discover all the plot, she must investigate the Wizengamot history' itself. She sighed deeply, that work was going to be very difficult, and it would require all her skill, cunning and time to do it, well, now, she would split that work maybe Harry using Potterness can solve all without much effort. Thinking about Harry, two days had passed, and they didn't have another encounter, maybe Harry was thinking about everything she dared to say to him, that he was angry with her and didn't want to know anything about her and sincerely she didn't blame him.
Several days later Daphne was looking to an old-aged witch who had a sadly face, "I will be to accept your decision Miss Greengrass but with personal refusal to that", Madame Andromeda Tonks said.
"Thank you", Daphne said, "I know I'm leaving the ship before sailing but…"
"I'm in St. Mungo's Premier program charge for many years, and I know when I see someone who can do wonderful things here, but too when a witch or wizard are so perfect doing other things, like you", Daphne cheeks blushed after that, "Youre an excellent witch analyzing facts and obtaining trues finding the more tiny detail in it, in this profession, a healer doing that… well, is a perfect ability to solve rare diseases or lead a fantastic group doing research, I going to be stupid letting you go, but that abilities can serve well in the auror corps too so, what you decide, I will accept"
"I'm not going to look for a place in the auror corps, Madame", she assured her, "but I'm leading a personal investigation to solve some mysteries, and I don't have time to do other things than only that, I love the healer program and my work here assisting healers on my guards, but I'm don't be Daphne if I…"
"I know", she interrupted her, "I know, so, good luck and if you need to come back…"
"I will talk to you again", she smiled, and Madame Tonks return the smile.
To Daphne, abandoning the Healer program was a big decision but now solving all Harry's mystery was more important to her than that. Why? well the answer was clear, she and Harry had history together in many ways and the destiny was so persistent in mending things that if she decided to continue working in San Mungo's something going to oblige her return to Harry' history and she didn't doubt it because every week since start reading his life, everything lead her to return to Harry Potter life again and forget her other obligations. Was difficult abandon something yes, but it's more responsible not letting things unfinished.
"I didn't know vampires were so cowards", she said stopping her walk in the streets near Saint Mungo's, "and that tingle in my gut was right, you can come out scary boy", she said mocking.
"And I didnt know blondies were so smart", Harry Potter appeared next to her smiling.
"Why are you following me and not talking to me?", she asked confused.
"Because sometimes observing your victim for several days was more fun", he answered, "the angst of feeling watched and the fear of being attacking are excellent blood spices"
"That not and answer Potter", she said irritated, "but I know you're following me in the shadows for some time now"
"The tingle thing, yes", he answered, "I listened every word you talked with that witch in St. Mungo's, are you serious?", he asked her, erasing his mocking face and stopped her walk.
"Every word Harry", she answered honestly, "my priorities are others than heal wizards in distress now and Tracey going to kill me if I continue ignoring her advises to find information about our investigation"
"But it is your career and your life", he said seriously, "and I don't need…"
"Stop", she interrupted him, "if you didn't want to involve me in your life again, you would never have dared to give me your diary, its simple Harry, don't go around bushes"
"Can I walk you home?", he asked uncomfortable
"Are you didn't do that right now?", she replied, "William shows you the apparition thing that we wizard use to move from place to place?"
"The What?", he said confused and she smile with mischief, take the vampire arm and disappeared
"Welcome to Daphne' apartment in Paddington Harry", she said when them appeared in her hall.
"Fuck!", he started to cough hard, "What the hell is that?", he stopped cough and after a quick recover look to the face mocking witch.
"That's what we wizard call apparition", she said, "so many years in this world and you do not know something like that?"
"Will mentioned something but I never experimented that, you're so insolent to do something like that to me witch", he said angry.
"That's for follow me and don't show your face Potter", she replied.
"I will follow you for protection blondie, not for…", he started to say but then stopped, "someone its outside Daphne, and I don't think it come in a friendly way", the door exploded causing noise, Daphne took out her wand and Harry took a defense position.
Nobody came and nothing happens after that, Daphne was looking pale, and the neighbors start to show their faces worried about the explosion. After some rash words from Harry the neighbors disappeared, "I think they know what I'm looking now", she said.
"We both are stupid, blondie", he said seeing how Daphne repaired the door, "you for ask so many questions and I for killing that disgusting witch"
"Maybe they never ceased watched me and my moves, well, are not so discrete", she admitted and invited him to sit in the sofas, "tea? coffee? blood?" she asked him.
"You're so funny blondie", he replied, "but an invitation for drink blood, are you ready to give me some?", he asked, Daphne blushed, "you need to be careful in what your offer to a vampire", he laughs.
"I'm not joking Potter", she exposed her neck to Harry, he abruptly stopped laughing.
"Fearsome witch", he said quietly, Daphne starts to laugh
"Two can play the same game", she disappeared leaving him alone in the Hall.
Daphne didn't take long to return and found Harry looking at the magic pictures above her chimney. She took a sit in silence and start to watch that vampire up and down, he was very handsome and now he was wearing a simple denim trouser with a bottle green shirt that marked his athletic figure, his hair was short and wild, and she reckon his bum was a delight to see and was difficult not dare to squeeze it. His voice was like a melody that trapped you the moment you are listening it and his look was so intense and fiery that you can be lost in that green-reddish eyes so far. Every part of that guy was the perfects features she was looking in a man and if she and he don't have some affairs unfinished maybe they can look for something more than uncomfortable encounters.
"Your family portrayed the perfect image of a pureblood family very well, blondie", he turns around and pointing her the big picture in the middle, when four people don't move but smile.
"And you're correct", she replied, "my father is a severe individual when traditions and costumes came, my mother not so like him, but Madeline Greengrass was a fearsome witch if you swear in her house and Astoria my little sister, well is more sarcastic and arrogant than me, but she was a perfect copy of my father in everything"
"That picture in the rear end shows a face I reckon I saw before, the one and only Antonín Malfoy", he said, "a bastard in all his glory"
"Not Antonín but his great-grandson, a boy named Draco Malfoy", she replied with curiosity.
"Ah Lucius' son", he said, "Malfoys, a bunch of cowards but deadly men to watch very closed, they have the ability to be perfect diplomatic and use the politics and society to their favor in a very smart way", he took a sit in front of Daphne.
"Can I ask some routine questions about things that can clear the path we can follow to discover your big mystery?", she bit her lip, Harry looks her intensely but nod.
"Ask away blondie", he smiled.
"You talk about Dolores like you know her from time to time", using her wand a sheet and a pen appeared and star to automatically write.
"Yes, Dolores was a pain in my ass when she was a junior witch in charge of the forgetfulness team when minister Bagnold was in the office and when she took the undersecretary position on Fudge administration the things go more personal", he said calm, but Daphne can feel a little angry in his voice.
"Forgetfulness team?", she asked.
"Well, my attacks sometimes dont go like I planned it, and muggles saw me doing my thing", he said, "when some news came to light about that or me, Dolores take the crusade to locate the source and do her thing, days after that she came to Potterness office in Diagon and talks to me"
"It's rare something like that happens Harry", she said thinking hard, "the forgetfulness team don't do things like that because are out of their jurisdiction, the Beings Department was the perfect individual to do that job or maybe de Muggle's Affair Department, but Dolores, I don't think so"
"Well, I understand what the Ministry of Magic is but not how its work", he admitted, "but every time she came, every time I received her warning, without Will advising me I don't know if that was correct or not"
"You ever were rebel and smart when the Ministry appears in your history", she said, "and now you admitted accept calmy the ministry warnings trough Dolores?", she looks confused.
"The wizards today, I admit, are not the same wizard that centuries ago blondie", he looks serious, "maybe I lived in this world for some time now and had experience, but I must accept that wizards evolves more than good, maybe the muggles are superiors in some ways to them, but spells are more sophisticated, deadly and powerful ones, their battles were more defined and trained, I can do much if I go to a direct battle with them"
"Well, that makes sense", she smiled, "and that explains why you are so powerless when the secret group erasing you from everybody and everything was so successfully, maybe you know the magic world for centuries but like you say, we are different now and you don't have a Will to guide you, is that correct?"
"Bingo blondie", he smiled bright, "maybe I'm a vampire and I'm strong I reckon, and I can control their minds to the point I can attack them mercilessly and drink their blood like a kid with a candy, but I can't do nothing if some of your people can protect their minds and attack fiercely with arrows, color beams, covert things in other things or enchanted objects to do the job"
"So, when Dolores came, she was warning you with use all the aurors corps power?", she asked, everything Harry was saying to her was interesting.
"Yes", he reckoned with some shame, "but in my defense, the auror corps has fearsome and deadly individuals like that Moody boy, that bastard called Scrimgeour or trainees like that red-haired witch called Amelia or the actual minister Shacklebolt"
"Well, if you put the things in that way…", she said surprised.
"Dolores was a bitch, but she had all the ministry support and the group you discover behind her", he interrupted her, "her death was the conclusion of large personal battle between us, but not only that, her death was a revenge for everyone who had the disgrace to cross her way, do you know that she conduct raids that kills werewolves kids or torture muggles to the insanity?, all the muggleborns envied to Azkaban what do you think happen to them?, their soul was sucked the moment they enters that fucking prison in the north, Voldemort?, well that arrogant child was incredibly the perfect cover".
"I didn't know that", she said scandalized, "nobody knows that"
"The pureblood agenda, blondie, was so dirt and full of surprises that you can't imagine", he said, "Do you think a group that is old like me can sought their motives when wizards like that puppeteer Dumbledore o that annoying boy Longbottom wins? they are operating through laws and bureaucracy for years, their poison was so impregned in all the British Magic World that persist time to time only changing names and forms to do their job", he get up and walked to the chimney again.
"Harry that was…", she was horrified and looking Harry's back.
"People like me dont represent a danger just for being a vampire Daphne, if you really understand my history, I represent a danger to them because I perfectly know who they are and how they spread their poison in the magic world, I perfectly know their methods, their means and their real motives to do what they do", he was angry now, "they kill Madeline, they kill William and I didn't doubt they killed Damocles, that bastards are so powerful to do that and more, and maybe I'm old, had power in the muggle world like no one in the magic world and I'm a fucking vampire that can walk through shadows, control and read minds, I'm strong, I'm faster than they, but I'm powerless like I was in that American revolution centuries ago and…", he stopped, Daphne hug him from behind.
"I fully understand you Harry", she said, "maybe took me years, but I'm going to change what I can and show the truth to the magic world, nobody going to suffer again…"
"Daphne…", he said nervously, the short Daphne arms rounding him, feeling her body pressed to his back and listen her voice very close.