This chapter was fault of Celine Dion version of Hymne a l'amour, i used Edith Piaf because I didn't know if celine sang that song in those years, but the feat was achieved and the poor vampire can did nothing when powerful lyrics dominates the situation.

Remember this is my view of vampire nature and if you don't like it, well, im sorry, that how i use that nature in my story.

Enjoy it.

Chapther 9. Muggle Music

To live a long, full and happy life was the motto that for centuries had endured in Muggles of all social levels, from the poorest trying to live with dignity to the richest trying not to succumb to the vices that wealth brought with it, without realizing it, it is the muggles themselves who define the philosophy that all, wizards, vampires, and themselves were to follow for when the time to die was near. The muggle life has always been linked to magic, although wizards didn't wanted to accept it, it is thanks to that connection that they can last through the years as a society, hidden, but very nourished in the end and it was not difficult to realize, with the passage of time itself, that if they wanted to continue persevering like a society, the blood couldn't be kept pure without having to mix with them, for that it wasn't uncommon to see more and more halfbloods or muggleborns enrolling at Hogwarts and struggling to find a place once they graduated in an outdated, worn-out, and notoriously prejudice-tainted wizarding world. For a pureblood wizard having a job was not a problem, he was regularly in charge of the family finances and the wealth was such that working to increase or maintain it was unnecessary, but for the rest, working was a necessity and the wizarding world had less and less to offer and it was precisely the Muggle world that, contrary to the odds, had ample space for it.

In 1821, the pureblood agenda at the Wizengamot knew this perfectly well and despite the incredible need to want to lay the foundations for a secure and pacific coexistence between the two worlds, the toxic philosophies and the terrible corruption in its corridors simply made it impossible to touch on issues in the public audience that would encourage it. I just went with the flow regardless of all the problems found through Will when it came to doing some important business with muggles or wizards, my routine was discreet when it came to hunting and satisfying all my needs, so I only had to do something simple, which was to observe. Minister Josephine Flint was the typical pureblood witch of the time, extremely racist and full of prejudice, her speeches were dark and just as scathing as Parkinson's or one of his allies, the minister's agenda not only drastically hit the muggleborns rights or other magical beings, but also towards muggles themselves whom she despised and constantly undertook campaigns that increasingly undermined a possible peaceful relationship between the two most important worlds up to that time, Muggle and magic.

"A vampire giving orders to a wizard, inconceivable!" a voice distracted me as I was giving instructions to William outside the offices in Diagon.

"It is more inconceivable to illegally prohibit the use of fantastic muggle technologies for...", William replied automatically without turning, I, on the other hand, could see a witch with platinum hair, extremely proud and haughty bearing look at him with disgust.

"I never imagined that James Umbridge would have had a sex change and of course that he could put together every part of his body dismembered by wolves to come back to life," I said scathingly, that woman's cheeks immediately colored with fury and her countenance decomposed, "are there such feats among you wizards, Will?," Will's face lost all color as he turned and saw Josephine Flint pull out her wand and point firmly at me.

"Disgusting creature," she said contemptuously, "I could eliminate you right now and in front of all this appreciable community and I would be raised into the air as a heroine, do you think the ministry doesn't know about all the mess you have caused with muggles?", the woman's nose seemed to swell and deflate in anger, Will was stunned, and the crowd around us was swelling.

"And the appreciable community knows the number of incidents that have decreased between wizards and werewolves thanks to the dignified work we offer for them," I replied scathingly again without flinching, "the appreciable wizarding community knows that in Potterness we generate equal opportunities for muggleborns, halfbloods and purebloods without any kind of condition or prejudice," the woman seemed to realize her mistake, Her play had been masterfully turned around and now she was in my game.

Apparently, Josephine Flint had every intention of causing a large-scale conflict between the vampire Harold Potter and herself, who in self-defense defended herself and eliminated the attacker. A move worthy of the Umbridge's' playbook and he had no doubt that this woman was there on the advice of Dante, James' son. Thanks to that exchange between the two, it served two things, the first in question of the Ministry was to realize the danger that my company represented to the wizarding community because after that brief meeting the interest in the Potterness business increased and the application for employment by muggleborns increased considerably. The second was for me, when I realized the danger that wizards represented when they put logic and strategy to work, proof of this was the organization that his Magic Security department was taking, without realizing, Flint not only had met face to face, disguised and camouflaged among the crowd there were at least fifteen Aurors ready to go into action.

"However, what good are achievements of importance if at the slightest tingle in the gut, a being like you is capable of putting the whole statute of secrecy in danger?", Flint said firmly, "thanks to your nature we must spend a large part of the budget on erasing muggles memories or covering up the disaster caused by your murderous instinct."

For the first time in a long time, I had in front of me a scathing, canny and smart witch, I had to admit it, seeing the face of that woman looking at me as if I were nothing and with such a superb tone in her voice I was causing every cell in me to cry out to tear her throat and drink every drop of her blood without any mercy, however, the image of a frightened Will and a now large crowd surrounding us led me to pause all vindictive thoughts in me, "I think, minister, that our audience expects a little action, but I am afraid that, my longevity in this world has led me to learn something from muggles that a pureblood witch like you despises so much", I said with a lot of venom in my voice, the effect was as expected when I saw her get even more angry, "it is to recognize when the battle is lost, and today, dear minister, you have the winning hand and even the slightest move would be a huge hassle", without giving her time for anything else I slipped into the shadows. I saw her swear and insult Will by calling him a mudblood before disappearing with the group of aurors guarding her.

After that move I understood that wizards were on another level now, it was no longer those inexperienced wizards who attacked left and right that bothered them, they used more sophisticated techniques such as provoke and defend that would be one of their most nefarious techniques to provoke situations that allow them to make use of all their power to achieve their objectives and so it was, from inside the Wizengamot, now without Caronte, who had died months after Flint's ascension to power, more and more scathing legislation emerged that sought to provoke muggleborns or some beings such as werewolves to distance themselves more from the egalitarian environment of Potterness and opt for a more somber and not at all egalitarian one. For example, Flint's agenda lay in the prohibition of most Muggle technology, although at that time it was not proven how today, Muggle technology interfered with magic causing instability and possible accidents, although it was true, it was not so studied at that time and Flint considering a couple of theories used that to implicitly force the muggleborns, who lived all the time with that technology, to put it aside and move away from their families if they wanted continue using magic and be part of the wizarding world.

However, not everything was bad in the wizarding world in those years, the year 1827 arrived and with a very close vote, Ottaline Gambol was awarded the role of Minister of Magic and with it the wonderful muggle world entered the scene. As an active member of the Muggle world, I could see how the non-wizards were leaving the wizards far behind, every year, a new technology, a new invention to improve daily life emerged, therefore, I return to my words written above, the Muggles imposed continuity and not the wizards and that was very clear, so much so that Gambol herself took the crusade seriously and for the first time, Potterness was able to continue her growth in the wizarding world without the Ministry breath on the back of her neck and although perhaps some books of magical history do not capture it, two things happened by 1830. Potterness Magical managed, through how we have worked for years, to establish a secure channel of collaboration between goblins, muggle bankers, muggles themselves and wizards, so that Gambol could undertake a great feat that is still in force and being a total success,

she oversaw the famous Hogwarts Express creation that every September 1st safely transported hundreds of students from the muggle Crewe station in Cheshire East to a station in a magical town called Hogsmeade, thus solving hundreds of problems that were generated year after year using portkeys from certain points. It was one of the most complex situations my vampire eyes could have ever seen, the amount of magic used to hide a train and move wizards from that muggle city without being seen by muggles and under their very noses was simply incredible, and I was able to understand even more the complexity that magic represented and the latent danger for a being like me, that while I could surpass them in speed, mental abilities, immortality, physical strength, my only weapon of attack was my fangs, nails and my own excessive strength along with mind control. Ottaline's impressive ability to create Muggle solutions and her proximity to a Muggle world that was undoubtedly outnumbered the magical one and replete with new and interesting technologies led to the pureblood agenda performing a couple of risky moves and in 1835 Radolphus Lestrange replaced her and while her surname and lineage remain link or linked to the infamy of the dark wizards, Radolphus only appeased the muggle fascination with a partial success, he was more solemn and indifferent to impact legislations and perhaps his inability to reach agreements and the constant pressure that the pureblood agenda represented and the more Wizengamot' conservative factions, forced him to resign citing health problems and make way for a witch named Hortensia Milliphutt in 1841, a witch whose only merit was to be the one who introduced the most legislation to the wizarding world regulating things that still didn't have an organization and although most of them were fair and discarded the toxic ones that had been approved before, it began to decline little by little until its approvals were neither so favorable nor so unfavorable, that is, useless in every way.

On the Muggle side, things, as I have already mentioned, were going upwards and did not seem to want to descend and when in 1837 things looked bad for the English muggle when their king, William IV, died, and without having legitimate heirs the uncertainty began to creep in, but in the end, he left in his place one of the most illustrious women that the kingdom of Great Britain has produced, his niece, a young woman named Victoria, who came to the throne

who came to the throne that year and didn't leave it for the next sixty-three years. Just as in her time, Elizabeth made England a great kingdom, Victoria began what modern books today call the Victorian era and as a good Englishman, boasting of having lived through it, I can say that it was one of the most prosperous, dignified and impressive times of Great Britain. I can even bet that much of today's England and how English society works today was founded throughout that time, especially in the political, monarchical and international part in addition to the incredible cultural, social, political, medical, philosophical, and literary explosion that occurred in all possible areas. And although it may be hard for you to believe what I am about to reveal to you, it was the time when not only muggles defined a new lifestyle and society, but wizards, you would be surprised at the number of traditions and customs that pureblood wizards adopted in those years and I can even mockingly admit that most wizards they are still frozen in that era. The pureblood agenda in the Wizengamot calmed down and it let time do its thing in both worlds, using what was convenient and discarding what was not. If I were to summarize what happened in those days, I could tell you that it was the century that threw the most inventions and discoveries into the world, especially in Muggle, for some reason modern books call it the century of industrialization and for the wizarding world a bitter enemy emerged, so complex and complicated that compared to me, with a Muggle or perhaps a dark wizard, it could and can turn the entire magical world upside down: electricity.

Daphne stopped reading and looked carefully at the book in her hands, although her relationship with Harry was now different and direct, there was still that tickling sensation of knowing about his life little by little through his writing. It was very interesting to see what was happening in the muggle and wizarding world in the past, but analytically, it was important to dig into the crucial points of history to find the clues that would lead her to shape her research. She could easily intuit that since Parkinson's death at the time Flint came to power, things for the pureblood agenda were totally undermined, the Malfoy, Black, Bulstrode or Umbridge families although they were scathing did not have the charm and influence that Caronte Parkinson had in life, the fact that ministers with softer agendas and pro-muggles came to power in those years were proof enough, not having as much power as before, possibly the families allied to Caronte opted for the creation of the famous group that today continues to try to sabotage Harry, and that only made the big question more disturbing that arose when she finished reading that whole story. What the hell had Harold Potter done so that a group wanted to erase all traces of its existence and connection with the magical world at any cost? If she wanted to find out, she would have to ask Harry himself and read his story. The voice of Edith Piaf, one of his favorite Muggle singers, sang in the background those beautiful lyrics that fascinated her so much when suddenly the music was interrupted by a curious sound coming from her window.

"I thought that, by having the source directly and at your disposal, perhaps you would put aside how interesting my life could be by reading the boring passages that I narrate in that diary," Harry's voice made her startle as she read on that sofa in her bedroom, a week had passed since their last meeting and now she was momentarily under the ancestral protections that the Greengrass mansion gave her. Suddenly the music began to be heard distantly, and her eyes looked at the vampire that had been occupying his mind for several days.

"It's interesting to read your life, plus there may be some clue hidden in it", she no longer cared about being dressed in her sexy nightwear, nor that Harry was in front of her in that usual outfit that regularly made her feel horny when she saw him.

"I wrote a lot of things there, I don't doubt there is something you can find," he told her, taking the invitation to sit on the sofa in front of her and begin to whistle lightly part of the melody that was heard.

"I would like, just like a couple of days ago, to ask you a few questions," she said, biting his lip with some nervousness.

"I promise to be very sincere in my answers," he said serenely and stopped whistling, "so I'm all yours," suddenly the music sounded more distant, and Daphne's heart jumped.

"I read in your story about your meeting with Josephine Flint," she said, shaking her head ignoring the tickle in her gut and after waving his wand, making a parchment and a pen appear.

"Oh yes, a very nefarious and extremely prejudiced witch like all purebloods of those years," Harry replied finding more fun in the voice of Edith Piaf who curiously intoning the phrase "Non, je ne regrette rien, (No, I don't regret anything)", "she caused me many headaches and forced me to disappear from the public eye in the wizarding world for a few years until Otty arrived", He said wistfully, "and as you hear in the background in the voice of that French muggle surnamed Piaf, I don't regret anything I said or did to that despicable woman."

"Otty? you mean Ottaline Gambol?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The same," he replied, calmly whistling the melody in the background, "Ottaline was a great success for Potterness and for the relationship with muggles, who were gaining a lot of popularity in those years with their inventions and use of technologies, such as the railway precisely"

"I didn't know you had such a close relationship with Minister Gambol to call her Otty," she said, her voice sounding somewhat curious and Harry raised an eyebrow immediately, the song was over, and Harry's whistling also stopped being heard.

"My relationship with Otty was neither loving, nor anything out of the ordinary, blondie," he told her mockingly, Daphne shook her head, "but she was close, she was the first witch to set foot in the building that Jessica now runs, in fact, Potterness Continental has access to the Floo network thanks to her and some of the portkeys have their explicit authorization for our use even today."

"In the files of your file there is nothing about it," she told her in his investigative mode, "nor anything about your relationship with her"

"I don't know what the reasons for this are," he said, "but I had a good relationship with her, not as close and friendly as with Damocles, but thanks to her it is that Potterness can still give itself some liberties even today," the conversation was taking shape and the harmonious voice in the background was heard less and less.

"And Radolphus?" she asked as she set the diary down on a small table right next to the couch she was sitting on.

"Ah, the Lestrange family, I had the misfortune, don't ask me who and how, or why, of tasting the blood of one of its members, nothing exquisite if you let me tell you, tasteless and very common to be one of the 28," he said meditatively and surprising Daphne, firstly because she didn't know that Harry knew who the 28 families were and secondly because in her story until now he had never mentioned any attack on wizards or witches, "but he was a dull wizard, his management was more about trying to cope with the excessive pressures of the agenda and of Wizengamot himself, in the end he feigned a terrible illness and resigned"

"I think Lestrange may be the pioneer of the group that keeps you watched and forgotten by all today, Harry," Daphne theorized, "the fact that he has been such a passive minister, does not mean that he has not been condescending and complicit in many crusades of the group."

"It may be possible," he said meditatively in the same way, leaning comfortably on the sofa, there was a short silence that was interrupted by the soft notes of the music in the background, "Radolphus never stopped any harsh legislation, but neither did he propose any, his indifference to most situations was perhaps his end, but as you mention, It would not be strange if everything was a simple façade," he finally said, breaking the silence.

Harry was startled when an elf appeared in that room in front of Daphne, in his hands he carried a tray with a glass of milk and a yellow newspaper, "the newspaper and its warm milk," said the elf.

"Thank you Tippy," she said and when she took his glass and the diary, the elf disappeared, taking advantage of the final notes of the song, Harry's silence when he saw analytically the place where Tippy disappeared, she decided to take a couple of sips of his milk.

"Strange creatures, those house-elves," Harry said, looking curiously at the space where that elf had disappeared, "but very underrated, an entity capable of appearing and disappearing from one place to another ignoring the most complex magical protections is a feat to be taken into account."

"It seems that Hermione is making waves in the Ministry, suddenly a front-page interview has appeared about a muggle organization that allows for harmonious cooperation between Muggles and wizards," said Daphne changing the subject a little and surprised by Hermione's ability to achieve things like that, "the same stories that you confirmed with her and with Kingsley himself are mentioned, the most laudable thing is that those involved have given their opinion, point of view and have accredited your story"

"That witch named Granger really knows what she's doing," Harry said, equally surprised.

Suddenly between them awkward silence appeared overshadowed by the sound of that magic radio that unusually played Muggle music, silence allowed many things and Daphne took the opportunity to look Harry up and down, studying and analyzing him, trying to find something in it that would give her some answer to any question that was forming in her mind, Harry could notice it and without wanting to he couldn't help but avert his gaze from Daphne's deep blue eyes, again that connection he had with Isobel seemed to come back from inside him and he couldn't help but understand that definitely despite her dark nature, that blonde awakened feelings inside him that he couldn't understand. Seeing her in those exotic and sensual nightwear could only make him remember all those nights of emotional discharge with Isobel or those of mutual masturbation between him and Dalia that never went any further until the inevitable happened and the story was already known. He remembered Carmilla's words about how the nature of a vampire was not only loaded with negative emotions but with all of them equally and that it was precisely the extrasensory ability they had that was responsible for an emotion to be intensified in its entirety. For example, the visual acuity to be able to see at great distances and in extreme conditions such as total darkness or partially between shadows led to the sight sense to visualize every detail of a prey or the environment in which it was found, from the texture of the clothes the victim was wearing to the small mole discreetly hidden in some visible part of its body. That incredible ability allowed the development of another natural ability in a vampire, clairvoyance, although it was not as developed as that of a seer or oracle, it was defined in them as that ability they had to predict with sagacity and intuition the movements of their prey, using their ability to control mind, their physical skills and insight. The conjunction of these two abilities, in this case, allowed emotions linked to sight derived from a physical attraction to intensify the desire, craving, appetite or greed of a vampire depending on the situation with its victim, and if you saw it coldly, a vampire chose its victim only with its sight and thanks to those amazing abilities, he could desperately would have sex with his victim and fuck until his bloodthirst was inevitable and kill, or awaken an excessive need to drink the victim's blood just because of some banal situation such as a smile or a simple mischief.

In short, Harry understood today more than ever those profound conversations with Carmilla about the nature of both and emotions. Watching Daphne intensely he could see everything perfectly, from the rising temperature and moisture in her intimate part by an irremediable desire to be touched by his fingers or his tongue to the goosebumps all over her skin at the sensation of being watched in a calculating and daring way by him; how her lips dried little by little trying to make hers wet them again with a kiss; how her discreetly visible nipples under her robe beginning to harden little by little due to the growing desire caused by the same sensation that raised her body temperature. If I summed it up, he could clearly see how Daphne Greengrass was about to turn his nightly visit into something more than just an interrogation. He could see desire and longing in her eyes, he could hear her heartbeat pumping fast, and he could detect that the restless movement of her toes and her hands discreetly rubbing her breasts feigning some itch only reflected her growing anxiety to take off all her clothes and be fucked by him wildly. After all that, he understood Carmilla's words perfectly, his emotions intensified to the maximum level simply by seeing all that in that blondie woman, the curious thing was that Daphne was not his victim, nor his prey, she was perhaps a prospect for company and nothing more, so why all his emotions seeing that sexual ritual in her was about to force him to do things that maybe can cause repent if it happened.

"And what have you done these days?", finally Daphne broke the silence, her lips again became a little wet and the goosebumps feeling faded. It was as if her longing had vanished with the last notes of the song in the background and her desire had been extinguished by Harry's lack of action or provocation.

"Not only you have the ability to investigate, blondie," Harry replied stopping staring at her and pretending to find something interesting on the carpet, "I've been here and there looking for information about the Bulstrode's", his ear could easily recognize a slight moan of surprise on Daphne's lips and how her toes stopped moving and her hands forgot the itch in her breasts.

"Has not some member of the Bulstrode family suffered a similar fate to Umbridge?" she said mockingly, Harry shook his head.

"While the death of that disgusting witch was a masterful move, I say again that it was very stupid," he replied coldly, "Harold Potter doesn't make the same mistake several times."

"Millicent is fully involved or is she just a scapegoat for the group?" she asked interestedly, forgetting for a moment that feeling that ran through her body when she felt Harry's sight focused on her and dispelling the sexual need that was beginning to oblige her not to think clearly.

"The group that has harmed me for years has a very interesting name, they call themselves 'The Pureblood League' and founded by none other than Caronte Parkinson, Antonin Malfoy, Cyrus Black and Igor Bulstrode in the mid-eighteenth century," he said.

Daphne straightened up on her sofa immediately at that information, "Really?"

"I had to pay a curious visit to Lucius Malfoy in that wizards prison in the north so that I could find out a couple of details," he said mysteriously, "the poor devil shit on his pants just by looking at me and in the end begging me to finish him off, yet, I think there is no worse punishment and disgrace to a Malfoy than the public humiliation of having been sentenced to spend the rest of his miserable days in a prison surrounded by filth, scum and rottenness", his tone was now scathing, Daphne recognized that Harry, despite being sometimes sarcastic or mocking and even sometimes normal, was a vampire and in those moments when she heard him speak she could not help but a shiver ran through her body.

"We agree on that," she said, recalling how despite all her father's attempts to block the formal relationship between Astoria and Draco Malfoy, in the end, Madeline Greengrass and Narcissa Malfoy had placated the Greengrass patriarch, although she as heiress could verify the incredible sum of galleons that entered Astoria's personal account after that long conversation between Narcissa, Madeline and her father. She had nothing against Draco, after all their relationship was cordial at Hogwarts and she was never part of his close circle as Pansy or Tracey were and despite what she might think about it, Draco Malfoy was the man that her sister Astoria had chosen to be a solid candidate for husband, so her opinion didn't count when love was involved, and Astoria loved Draco, that was sufficient.

"Lucius is a man who does not have what he deserves," Harry said with extreme seriousness causing her a new chill, "over the years I have been able to verify that Life is the most unjust and partial entity of all divine entities, but in the end the fact that his public image was definitively buried, that his afflicted wife has to be doing charity work constantly to clean up the image of the Malfoy surname and that his despicable heir have to seek buy friendships and business relationships with the little wealth he was able to save, is not what a mean, despicable, Machiavellian and cowardly wizard like Lucius Malfoy deserves, but it is enough for the moment"

"Draco has formalized marital talks with my sister Astoria for a year now, they have a solid relationship and maybe my father grant his blessing to them to be married next year" Daphne said in confidence, ignoring Harry's scathing and stern tone, she could see him nod after a small pause, "so if you and I...", she continued, but instantly she was silent and her cheeks lit up completely and she decided to put her hands to her mouth in surprise, Harry only managed to look at her raising an eyebrow.

"So...?, ah I know, so, if you and I have a relationship, it's possible, that I have some kind of relationship with him too," Harry suspiciously finished saying for her, Daphne seemed to be even more silent and her embarrassment increased considerably, the awkward silence appeared again, but this time and as if that radio sensed it the characteristic voice of Edith Piaf began to be heard with greater clarity and volume.

Le ciel bleu sur nous peut s'effondrer

Et la terre peut bien s'écrouler

Peu m'importe, si tu m'aimes

Je me fous du monde entier

The blue sky above us can collapse

And the earth may well crumble

I don't care, if you love me

I don't care about the whole world.

Harry, taking advantage of the silence, decided to stay silent and look at her carefully and the clearest answer appeared in front of him and made him suddenly understand everything that was happening: Daphne Greengrass not only wanted to unravel the whole matter that surrounded him and the mystery that a group of wizards will try by all means to disappear him from the face of the wizarding world and erase all traces of his existence. No, Daphne, she wanted to take her closeness with him and their possible relationship to another level, that blonde was confirming that she not only wanted to help solve the mysteries that surrounded the vampire Harold Potter for so many years, but that she fervently wanted to be his companion or in simpler words, his lover. That unbalanced him again and the stupid Muggle song in the background didn't help at all, did he want the same thing?, it would be possible that after so many years of solitude in that long world full of history that longing for company and love would revive as when Isobel appeared in his life so many years ago or as when Dalia arrived from the new world to live with him in London. He couldn't tell that, inside him, in his soul or heart, there was something for Daphne, because technically all the stories about vampires claimed that they had neither, but he couldn't explain everything that was going on inside him at that very moment.

"Daphne, I know that perhaps your connection with Isobel is leading you to..."

"I'm not Isobel," she said, interrupting him firmly, "nor am I Dalia, I'm Daphne Greengrass," suddenly her cheeks were no longer flushed with shame but with anger.

Tant qu'l'amour inondera mes matins

Tant qu'mon corps frémira sous tes mains

Peu m'importent les problèmes

Mon amour, puisque tu m'aimes

As long as love floods my mornings

As long as my body trembles under your hands

I don't care about problems

My love, since you love me

"You can't feel love for a person like me, nor can you desire something that you don't know if it's your own or is just the assimilation of the desire or longing of what your past lives had...", He try to say, ignoring everything he was feeling, everything that stupid Piaf said so aptly in the notes she sang.

"I know perfectly well what I am feeling, saying and living," she said coldly, "and none of my past lives have anything to do with it."

"Then you will understand why a relationship between us cannot, and should not be possible, Daphne Greengrass," he said firmly, he could see her stand up and walk towards him, he did the same. They were face to face, the difference in height was remarkable, but that didn't seem to matter.

J'irais jusqu'au bout du monde

Je me ferais teindre en blonde

Si tu me le demandais

J'irais décrocher la Lune

J'irais voler la fortune

Si tu me le demandais

I'd go all the way to the end of the world

I'd dye my hair blonde

If you asked me

I'd go look for the moon

I'd steal a fortune

If you asked me.

"The same pathetic excuse that Dalia had to hear for months before agreeing to be your sex toy, isn't it, Potter?" she said scathingly and surprising him, Harry looked at her strangely and took a step back, from one moment to the next that blonde became intimidating.

"Don't talk about things you don't understand...", he said with some awkwardness.

Je renierais ma patrie

Je renierais mes amis

Si tu me le demandais

I'd give up my homeland

I'd give up my friends

If you asked me

"I understand them perfectly, everything is here," she pointed to her head and then her chest, "each and every one of the experiences, sensations, thoughts and all emotions are within me, not as an entity that can possess me and make decisions for me, or influence me to do or say things that are not my own, no, they are part of me now, I am not them, but now they are part of Daphne Greengrass as an assimilated past that has not the slightest intention of getting out of there", her chest rose and fell, Harry looked at her in surprise.

On peut bien rire de moi

Je ferais n'importe quoi

Si tu me le demandais

They can laugh at me

I'd do anything

If you asked me

"Daphne...", again he was speechless, that blonde suddenly seemed to have grown in height and looked at him at the same level. For the first time in years, he couldn't find what to say or do, he only desperately sought to destroy that radio by singing at a good volume, lyrics that at that moment were penetrating deeply into him.

"I don't need your permission to feel what I feel, nor to desire what I want for you and me," she told her calming her tone and letting herself be carried away by the melody, "I know what I want and I know what I feel, yes, it is possible that my supernatural relationship with Isobel and Dalia has a lot to do with how I feel about you, but they were really only the means to accept that your life, Harold Potter and mine, are linked beyond the fact that a vampire and a witch live or want to live in a situation forbidden to both by their races, natures or conditions, not Harry I..."

Si un jour la vie t'arrache à moi

Si tu meurs, que tu sois loin de moi

Peu m'importe, si tu m'aimes

Car moi, je mourrai aussi

If one day life rips you away from me

If you die, if you're far from me

I don't care, since you love me

Cause I'd die too

Finally, Edith Piaf achieved her goal with her melody and accomplished a feat that no mortal could boast of having ever accomplished no matter that she was no longer alive and only did it through the lyrics of a song. Ironically "Hymne à l'amour" provoked that Harold "Harry" Potter, a vampire of more than 400 years old, succumbed to a situation out of his reach when, without stopping to think about what he was about to do, he closed the distance between that blonde and him to silence the heated argument with a kiss. It was a kiss full of passion that took Daphne by surprise, but in the end she only managed to let herself go, it was a kiss full of passion, desire and longing that she could surprisingly feel through Harry, it were an intense duel of emotions in that vampire through a kiss that although Daphne was about to run out of air she decided to continue until she couldn't take it anymore and carefully separated, As she did she could see his green eyes staring at her assuring her that time had stopped around and only the two of them mattered, there, in the center of that room, where she wore only a provocative robe and he wore a cheeky outfit that didn't leave much to the imagination in some parts of his anatomy. Her heart was beating fast at Harry's sudden action, and he seemed to have entered a kind of lethargy when they parted, they looked at each other, he still taking her face with his hands and she rested hers on a hard and marked chest.

Nous aurons pour nous l'éternité

Dans le bleu de toute l'immensité

Dans le ciel, plus de problèmes

Mon amour, crois-tu qu'on s'aime ?

We will have eternity on our side.

In the blue of all the immensity

In heaven, no more problems

My love, do you think we love each other?

"Let me think about what happened today," Harry said suddenly, letting go of her face and placing his forehead on her, his breath was shortened and his face even paler than usual, without taking his eyes off her and without breaking that connection created, his voice no longer sounded hoarse, sarcastic or mocking as usual, his voice sounded dull, defeated and she could detect little acceptance disguised as surprise, "allow me to think about what is happening in me and perhaps I... maybe I have some answers to give you...", surprising her even more, he gave her a fleeting kiss on the forehead, tenderly caressed her cheek and after emitting a deep sigh after the final notes of the song in the background, he slipped into the shadows and Daphne could feel how the presence of that vampire completely vanished from the room.

Dieu réunit

Ceux qui s'aiment

God unites

To those who love each other.

Daphne stared at the shadows with some curiosity listening to how the song finally ended and now everything was totally silent, she didn't mind seeing him go, or that after such a sublime moment he had abandoned her because she herself was in an emotional mess too, Harry had kissed her and she couldn't help but think about the amount of things that could be going through the mind of that vampire after having shown a side human and emotional that she doubted very much any vampire book could describe as truths. Curiously, she was not surprised by what was happening, days ago she had managed to assimilate everything that Isobel had lived and what Dalia herself also went through, it was amazing and she could not find any explanation when she could see the life of another person through a kind of pensieve that even allowed you to feel, see and assimilate each and every one of the experiences of those past lives, maybe magic had a lot to do with that and she remembered how Harry had once told her that only Korean muggles had been able to develop skills regarding their past lives in a different way than others, maybe she was the exception to the rule. The song in the background she sensed had spiced up everything that happened and the intensity of the lyrics curiously reflected everything she was feeling at that moment. Nothing mattered to her now, nothing, just to be by that man's side, for her there was no Harold Potter the vampire, nor Harold Potter the Muggle, but only Harry Potter, the man she had loved through her past lives and who she loved today as well.