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Chapter 14. Lost Memories.
"So, you fucked with her and then what, you killed her just for the sake of drink blood?" she asked after some time talking with him.
"I can't call that like a simply fact like drink her blood, but a necessity for eat and satisfy my hunger," he answered honestly, "I'm a vampire after all."
"Are you repentant for killed her?" she asked again, he shook his head.
"Not at all," he replied, "Why I could be repentant for being who I am?"
"You robed her life and negate her getting older and live a fully and successfully life just for being in your way," she said, "for me, the end doesn't always justify the means."
"Well, I don't care what you think about that," he said angrily, "you came to me and now you dare to insult me and criticize my way of doing my things? How shameless you are?"
"I'm Daphne Greengrass by the way," she said ignoring his angry tone.
"Ah, a pureblood witch," he said now calm, "arrogance and pride in every word."
"And I'm proud of that," she replied, he left his relaxed posture and stood up.
"Goodbye Miss Greengrass," he started to leave, something inside of him was claiming kill her for her insolence and hug her only for being Isobel Potter reincarnated.
"Honestly I don't know why I'm here," she said firmly, "but something inside of me claimed I need to be here," Harry stopped.
"So…," he said.
"I remembered this spot, how I loved it and how after ran rounding that building over there that didn't exist, I was in a beautiful garden that connected this place with a big house in the other side", she said looking the calm water of the river ignoring the noise the muggle cars are did it when passing the tall bridge some meters away, "the most curious thing, I have never been in York in my life"
"Miss Greengrass…"
"I remember how I came here every time I though how my father sold me to a man surnamed Lennox to be his sex slave at first and then how unjust the life was putting me in a slave position and not in a rich one to be your wife without problems with the church or the kingdom", she continued, Harry was now sitting next to her again.
"Everything you are saying is true," he said, Daphne nodded, "and for one reason, you aren't only Daphne Greengrass but Isobel Potter too, my late wife, who died many centuries ago."
"I know that too," she admitted with shame now looking at him.
"My name is…," he started to be said.
"You're Lord Harold Fleamont Potter, third male Potter in a row to inherit all the wealth and business Henry Potter establish since 1400 here", she interrupted him, "you were born here, crossing one or two streets near the pub where you fucked and killed that poor brunette girl, you're the firstborn of Lilian, a Scottish woman who like Isobel was a maid to the Potter's Ladies and James Potter, a man who never forgave you for kill her wife when you were born, a grandchild to a benevolent and extraordinary man called Fleamont who everyone in York loved and…"
"I don't know if I must be surprised or angry for all the things you are saying, but technically everything you said was correct," Harry said surprised, that girl was like a CD player reciting facts of him.
"All these things are in my head since…," she started to cry again, and Harry immediately hug her.
"In that state I can read some things in your mind", he said, "and if that it's not sufficient I can detect something nauseating in your skin", she stopped crying and now look at him indignant, "oh! don't get me wrong, maybe I didn't say it correctly, what I meant was that I can detect on your skin a smell beyond simple perfumes or lotions, magical or muggle, I can detect the smell of a vampire on you, you have what we vulgarly call the mark of treason, a mark that appears when a vampire try to steal another vampire' companion"
"Can I erase that mark?" she asked, all the situation months ago was terrible and now knowing she had a mark was horrible.
"Do you believe me If I say simply water and soap?" he said trying to sound serious, when she was about to argue, he continued, "Although it may sound unusual to you, a bath with garlic and wormwood soaps does the job. Fortunately for you, is only like a kiss in your skin."
"So, you're really a vampire," she said relieved.
"Since 1625", he said, "and I have been in this world for three-hundred and ninety-eight years since I was born like a mortal called Harold in this place precisely who was a medieval town many years ago."
"I don't know muggle history but it's a long way around them and in some manner you're part of it," Daphne said surprised, "that's an amazing feat for someone."
"Well Miss Greengrass, you came here to see me, now I'm here with you, what you wanted?" he said changing the topic.
"Really, I don't know," she said honestly, "since the attack months ago, I'm on edge of emotional collapse, but something in my mind was triggered too, many memories and thoughts that sometimes confuse me and sometimes relieve me so much, curiously you appear in all of them.
although I had never seen you in my life"
"So?" he asked intrigued.
"Today I was talking with my mom when a strange feeling started to bug me", she said, "I closed my eyes when she left my room I was here, some streets near the pub, so using that tingle in my gut I followed some buildings and well, you know the rest of that", she said sadly.
"Appeared here from South England is not an easy feat, Miss Greengrass," Harry said surprised, "you must be proud of yourself."
"I am now," she said smiling.
Two months later Daphne Greengrass was writing some notes in a notepad while sitting at a big desk in a superb library. She was captive reading a book called 'Mesopotamian Magical diseases" ignoring the intense look of Harry Potter who was sitting on a sofa meters away from the desk.
"Are you interested in that thing called Healing?" Harry asked finally, she stopped reading and looked at him.
"Yes Harold," she answered, "when I was attacked, I passed several days in Hogwarts infirmary until Madame Pomfrey started to ask me for help in some diligences and well…"
"Feel free to consult all the books you want then," he said signaling the bookcases around them, "this was my personal library, every book here was collected through the years and some things maybe can help you."
"Are you kidding?" she said, "some things? Harold, I read many magical books in Hogwarts and home since I was seven, but nothing of it compares with all this, this book for example was written centuries ago for an Egyptian wizard called Anuk in 1678 and have some many interesting facts that I doubt some modern books have about curses related with dark arts and its counter-curses"
"In Potterness we have a collection more complete than mine, but everything you see was collected sometimes direct from me or his authors," he said smiling too, Daphne was so excited.
"Amazing," she said.
"Now tell me, how that boy named Neville is doing his job trying to put an end to Voldemort," Harry asked.
"Longbottom was very erratic and sometimes stupid, without Granger or even a Weasley he can't do something," she said.
"Every hero on history was like that, Miss Granger," Harry said, "I see many over the years."
"I don't what Dumbledore or he are playing at," Daphne said angrily, "but every day the deaths and disappearances are increasing rapidly, my father say that Dumbledore is so passive that the death toll will be high in the end, just like in the Grindelwald' war."
"For a chess player every pawn is irrelevant and insignificant, remember it, Miss Greengrass," Harry said seriously, "and Mister Dumbledore is like Voldemort in the end, only a fine line divides them."
"My father says something similar," she said thoughtfully, "every year since Longbottom came to Hogwarts something weird happen."
"When you are breeding a pig to the slaughter, is like that," he said more for himself than Daphne, she looked at him, but Harry dismissed the topic.
"Some students say that Longbottom will not attend school next year, Dumbledore is sick, and the Dark Lord is gaining so much power, it's just a matter of time before things happen."
"Wizards," he said mockingly, "always differentiating themselves from muggles and in the end, they are so identical, I remembered a situation like this many years ago in Austria, in the end was the death of a martyr who caused a war like no other in time."
"Forget about the Dark Lord or Neville," she said getting up and sitting in front of him, "why you called Isobel, a Viking woman."
"Where you…" he said surprised.
"Sometimes when you and I…, well, Isobel and you are doing horny things," she said embarrassed, "you called her like that."
"Ah," Harry said equally embarrassed, "many years ago, sorry, centuries ago, my grandfather bought images drawing on pamphlets that were selling in York Downtown, it more rustic and antique than today pictures and all that, but pictures trough drawings of Viking invasion to Northumbria…"
"But…"
"In words less complex, soft porn, Miss Greengrass," he said, "those drawings were sexual drawings of the Viking invasion, not so explicit like people having sex o doing sexual things, but naked or semi-naked women drawings representing the Viking women that came with the invasion."
"You nicknamed Isobel a Viking woman just because of sexual drawings your grandfather bought?" she asked, scandalized.
"Maybe sound like that, well, what I said sound like that", he said, "but the women drawing they weren't always drawing naked, they were really beautiful", Harry step up and walk to some random bookcase and took a yellow book, "blonde women with beautiful features smiling like nothing matters in the world with a big sword in her waist, showing…"
"I see," she said looking at the old drawings Harry was showing her.
"So, when Isobel came to me, is like one of those women came to me, not in a sexual way like maybe you would think, but like a beautiful goddess that just like those Viking women not only did they invade lands and steal things, but she came to steal my heart and invade my mind forever."
"Oh," she said surprised and embarrassed, they both looked at each other, blue versus green, a silence appeared between both.
"Why you never said that to her," she dared to ask breaking the silence, Harry looked at her surprised for that question, "Why you never said romantic things like those to her," now a reproaching tone was in her voice.
"I said to her that…," but the reality came to him, and he understood what Daphne was saying. He never said something like that to Isobel.
"In the end, you never accepted that her was your equal until you married her, it was ever you and not both, after all, you were his master, she was only a maid you loved", she said now sadly, "and she never understood that the love both had for each other didnt include social standings and that if it was true love, it must be in the same way from both sides"
"How dare you!" He stood up angry.
"I dare because it is the truth", she said standing up too, he was tall, she was shorter but defiant, "You never considered that your girl not only needed to tend or listen you, but also to be attended and listened too, I know sometimes you comforted her or listened her, but only when the situation was on the edge of something, you never took a flower and gifted to her only…"
"She was my everything, she was everything…," he started to say, still angry.
"But you never said that to her," she said still defiant, "she was so grateful and love you so much that all was perfect, but the truth was…"
"Stop now woman, stop now!" he said angrily.
"I know that the truth is hard, but it is the reality, Harold," Daphne said finally, not intimidated for Harry angry status, "In the bottom you never accepted that the pure love is equally in both sides, you were so dense sometimes that you never understood why Isobel…"
"Me? dense?" Harry didn't understand why suddenly Daphne was like that.
"Harold it was natural in people like you in that time, like I'm arrogant and pride today only for being a pureblood witch, it's normal for us because that is how we were raised by our parents, you were the equivalent of a prince at that time and although you did not want to accept it, you were and behaved like one, unconsciously you did the same with Isobel, no matter how much love you felt for her, you would always be technically much more than her", Daphne said relaxing her posture, Harry looked still angry but suddenly compression came to him.
"So…," he said speechless.
"I know how Isobel felt about that, Harold", she said calmy, "and I saw too the same thing she saw in you and felt for you", Harry looked at her surprised now, "Isobel loved you with all her heart and soul, but sometimes she felt all who you are, maybe you were in love with her, but she can felt your…"
"Can you please leave me alone?" Harry said seriously, "honestly, I want to bite your neck right now and all my self-control is on the edge of going it to hell."
"Just remember Harold," she said without fear taking the initiative to leave, "I don't say this to you just for annoy you, but something inside in me is claiming to free it."
"Leave," he said.
"Isobel loved you so much, Harold," she said in the door, "never doubt of it."
Several weeks passed and Daphne was now resting her head on Harry's legs while he was sitting in an armchair in front of a large window overlooking the garden of Harry's house in Kensington and she was lying with a book closed above her belly.
"So, that greasy guy called Severus was now your headmaster," Harry asked after a while.
"Yes, just like you said weeks ago, this war only needed a martyr to explode, Dumbledore's death does the job," Daphne said looking the ceiling, Harry was playing with her blonde locks.
"What you going to do now?" Harry asked again.
"I need to finish my studies, so I'm planning to come back in September, the neutrality of my family buys me a free pass to the new regimen in Hogwarts and probably in the ministry," she said, "and above all I'm a pureblood, I'm safe."
"I think that Voldemort wizard is like that muggle surnamed Stalin from Russia", Harry said, "he based all his propaganda and power tormenting his detractors and killed everyone who opposed his regimen, and if his soldiers didn't kill somebody, the famine and poor conditions did the job, if nobody of your people do something, maybe Voldemort will be the first wizard on apply a muggle doctrine in the wizarding world, look at the Russians now, maybe they are powerful muggles to others, but, with the Stalinism they almost disappeared from the map"
"I thought Neville could stop that monster," Daphne said looking at Harry.
"Dumbledore methods maybe can look slow and passive, but my intel said that are the best, so, all the hopes and odds are on that fatty guy," he said mocking.
"If you are so well informed about us, why did nobody in the ministry or aurors department come to you," she said suddenly.
"That, I don't know," he replied, "but after many years in oblivion from them, I only concentrated my efforts on business with you wizards and nothing more, more than that, not, affairs apart."
"It's weird," she continued, "someone as old as you and with an intel just as old as you and never be contacted by anyone." Harry just shrugged. "Harry, can I ask something personal about you and Isobel?" she said biting her lips, still lying on his legs. Harry stopped playing with her hair and nodded. "I saw one day in her life, when she…," she said but stopped abruptly, her cheeks were red now, "why you and she never…"
"We Fucked?" Harry said calmy, Daphne nodded embarrassed.
"I saw all the things," she continued saying and decided the best thing to do is get up and sit, "but I never saw the other thing."
"Ah! you are a naughty girl," he said laughing, Daphne punched his shoulder, "but you never going to see something related to that because Isobel and I never fucked until marriage."
"So…"
"So?" Harry said confused, "We played many times but never go the next phase and the reason was simple, she felt itself doesn't worthy of something like that because our social differences."
"But…," she said.
"You must understand something," he said seriously, "the philosophies from yesterday aren't the same of today, in that time, social status and work positions was everything, for someone like Isobel, whose life was not really hers…"
"But she was a worker," she interrupted him, Harry negates with the head.
"Possibly servitude and slavery are similar terms, but the meanings are so different," Harry said, "Isobel was a person gained in a bet, in simple terms she was mine and my slave, not my worker, she can't have liberty or free decisions about her life because her life was mine, not hers."
"So, she was your house-elf."
"In magical terms, you can say that", he said still seriously, "Isobel considered that although she could give me pleasure, she cant receive the same benefit only for being a slave, and if all that was not enough, Isobel was very clear about what differentiated simple sex from the true way of expressing love through it"
"My lord, maybe you can touch me and use me like you want it, maybe you can oblige me to do things I don't want it, but there something you can't possess, my dignity", Daphne said automatically surprising Harry and herself, "so use me like you want it, fuck me senseless if you want it, but please, don't ask me to leave my dignity out, because if I lose it, my life would be irremediably lost"
"Exactly her words," he said, Daphne nodded still shocked.
"For being a woman, she had the balls to say in simple terms not to the sex with me, sounds weird if she and I sexually played in many ways and something like the coitus never occur, but was true," Harry said looking Daphne who was nodding in understanding.
"Don't ask me to give you my virtue my lord, I'm unworthy to delivered it to you for many reasons, you're seed can't be placed in my womb and my dignity can't be lost only for horny desires from both, so I plead to you, let me conserve my virtue and dignity intact, let me live knowing that my morals are untouched and still mine", Daphne said again, Harry closed his eyes, many memories came to his mind.
"Isobel," Harry opens his eyes and immediately cupped Daphne's face and just as he was about to kiss her lips, he stopped.
"I must return home," Daphne said nervously and standing up and walking away from Harry.
"You must," Harry said and saw how Daphne disappeared.
A month later Daphne appeared in Harry's House only to saw how Harry was chatting hotly with a beautiful woman in the hall. Words like "affairs apart," "dont involve us," "secure all the business," "Gringotts" were listening.
"Oh Daphne," Harry interrupted his speech and looked at her.
"See you later then, Mr. Potter," the woman said after walk to the door and leave.
"Who's her?" Daphne asked, Harry smiled.
"She was Jessica Wilhem, the CEO of Potterness," Harry answered and invited her to sit.
"Bad timing?" Daphne said, Abigail appeared from the corner a offered them drinks, "Sparkling water, Aby", she said to her.
"The usual," Harry said to Abigail who nodded, "not at all, your friend Neville are causing many headaches in the wizarding world with his hide and seek game."
"Some students says that many interesting feats about Neville and his friends published in the Prophet are true," she said.
"The ministry affair?" Harry asked, Daphne nodded, "well, partially true, the mess caused was so complicated, paralyzing the ministry was a bad move for business and some Potterness permits from it were paused because of that, Jessica is very stressed about it."
"So, Neville breaking in the ministry was true?" Daphne asked again.
"Yes, he assaulted the Wizengamot Courts looking for something, in his running he set free that disgusting creatures called Dementors and caused a terrible havoc, many muggleborn who were waiting their trial were kissed in an instant and later many ministry workers perished when he caused an explosion near an old muggle gas pipeline who incredibly was hiding on a wall of the building near the Dolores Umbridge' office"
"I suppose the Prophet were not so honest with history then," Daphne said surprised.
"On every war the things tend to be crueler and cruder than heroic chronicles every often appear in news," Harry said taking the drink Abigail offers him, "thank you Abigail," next, the woman delivered a drink to Daphne and leave.
"I was investigating you, Harry," Daphne said abruptly.
"Really?" he asked sipping the drink in his hands.
"A vampire causing havoc on London streets can't be ignored for wizarding authorities, but you are special case I suppose", she said, "no records about you or Potterness exists on the ministry and if that not is weird, none of the wizards I've asked about you seem to know you, they know about some muggle organization who need permission to do business with wizards but nothing more than that"
"I remembered being subject to many investigations' through the years, including one time when I visited the auror department when Mr. Gore was minister," he said confused, "and my vampire condition effectively caused many stress and havoc multiples times on muggle areas, I received summons, visits and hotly warning about that."
"Well, nothing exists," Daphne confirmed, "It's like you exists but not exists at the same time."
"That's not possible even for wizards, or it is possible?" Harry asked.
"I investigated that too", she said with her cheeks burning, "I think you were subjected to a taboo oblivion spell", she used her wand and immediately many scrolls and papers appeared in the table between the two of them, "I used my free time in Hogwarts to look if something like that existed, and to my surprise, yes"
"Oblivion taboo spell?" Harry asked, surprised.
"It's more like a curse than a spell," she said moving the papers, "using runes arrays, strong charms and magic ritual can be possible to create a bewitched word that can be used to hide something or someone to the others."
"So, I'm subject to something like that?"
"My theory is that yes", she said biting her lip, "I don't like enigmas, so I look until I solve all, I don't know who, but I can assure you that you are subject to a curse called 'Chronos kiss', that curse was created for some Greek wizard who tried to occult his name from some rapes and murders around Alexander Magno' time, results he used spells to oblige some muggle girls to be raped by him and then he killed they using torture and sadistic magical means to it causing a terrible havoc in both worlds, with the War on the horizon, he bewitched his name to stop people who know him create new memories of him, so while he was living and doing his atrocities, nobody can related him with that because he was literally stopped in the time, so Filipo was alive but not at all"
"Many years in this world and I never hear something like that ever," Harry said extremely surprised.
"The Chronos kiss stops the time for a person and hide him for the others until the curse was broken," Daphne said reading some papers, "the last memory someone have from you was the last time they remembered you, for that, we can say the clock stops."
"If that guy called Filipo could do something so amazing, how do you know about it?" Harry asked intrigued.
"Because wizards sometimes are very stupid," Daphne said, and Harry laughs, "play with time, even for wizards, was risky and dangerous, so, he forgot reinforcing the spell year by year, a someday he raped some random girl, who results be the daughter of one of his friends, so…"
"He bewitched the name not…"
"Exactly", Daphne said, "he completely trusted his spell that he didn't consider that casting a spell on a name didn't imply hiding his face and person in general form others, so when Basilius saw Filipo leaving the place where his daughter was found dead, for some reason Basilius realized that he knows Filipo but can't remember him, so when he approached to him a called him by his nickname, the spell was broke for Basilius and finally Filipo obtain what he deserved. Basilius stun Filipo a present him to the Wizard Council of that time in Greek, he was sentenced to be killed from a chimera, but not before forcing him to reveal what he did and document it to prohibit it."
"You're so interesting," Harry said finally, "you found all of this only because you can't find me in records or…"
"It's weird Harry, I told you last time", she interrupted him, "it's impossible someone like you and with the power you have since 1600 can be not relevant to the wizards, is absolutely absurd, if the smoother move of a Lycan or other magical being can be a scandalous thing in the wizarding world, how is possible that random muggle kills from you every often or accurate intel about our world can pass unperceived?"
"Well, if you put it like that…," Harry started to say.
"You're a vampire Harry, and only for that the ministry must be cautious around you and establish a control measure for you even if you refuse to follow it", Daphne said firmly, "and if that was not sufficient, Potterness Continental are doing many businesses with wizards since middles 1700 and through the Apothecary Potter since 1400, so forgive if I' am so curious but something like that can't be normal"
"I'm speechless and totally surprised, Daphne," he said finally, "do you have more, is it?"
"Yes," she said proudly, "I was like that since I was a little girl, so, I did more research, you're being subject to a bastardized Chronos kiss combined with runes and a twisted version of Fidelius Enchantment, an amazing feat created by Dante Umbridge with the simple purpose of erasing you from everything and everyone."
"How you…"
"I'm a Slytherin," Daphne said more proudly, "I have my ways."
"He created the enchantment using runes perfectly carved to subject the name "Harold" to oblivion forward or backward in every person who knew or know you", she said reading her notes, "and used a dark ritual to empowered it using the death of a muggle and a wizard, from the wizard side he used the death of a muggleborn called William and from the muggle side he used the death of muggle called Madeline, both had to be close to you and loved by you in some way", she said sadly.
"Those bastards," he exploded in rage, his face change and show his fangs scaring Daphne.
"Harry calm down," Daphne said.
"I knew it, William couldn't die just for that reason and that strange bus accident where Maddy died…," he said to himself.
"Harry, stop," she said trying to calm down him and forgetting he was showing his fangs and exploding in rage, hugged him. Harry stopped abruptly and saw the blue eyes of Daphne pleading calm, giving her a soft kiss in the forehead used his abilities and disappear in the shadows.
The night was close to an end and Daphne was siting calm in a bench near the Hogwarts' Great Lake, the cold was lighter because the spring closeness and all the noises around her was softer and produced from the night bugs hiding in the shadows like crickets. An air disruption after, Harry Potter appeared in front of her looking more pale than habitual and in a thirsty state.
"What's so urgent, Daph," he said looking at her, "you never invited me here to talk, something happened?"
"You look thirsty," she said calmy, "You can bite me if you want it."
"What do you say?" he asked surprised and confounded.
"You received my letter," she said now looking at him, her eyes were dizzy, and Harry reckoned everything was wrong, "a letter impregned in garlic essence that it's provoking you a terrible thirst, I have some antidote with me that can help you to control that thirst."
"Why you…," he said still confused when suddenly Daphne created a cut in her neck showing some blood and signaled him a bottle in the bench. The thirst was intense, his control was rounding the edge, and he understood that the trap was set and if he didnt want to create a havoc, he must drink the bottle. The effect was immediately, the thirst disappeared but a dizziness and drowsiness started to show all over his body. Daphne smiled darkly and murmured a word; the darkness took him.
"Well done," the sweetish Dolores Umbridge' voice invaded the night. The figures of her and Millicent Bulstrode appeared next to Daphne and the fallen vampire, "thank for the information miss Bulstrode, and now I have a work to do, leave me alone please."
"But…"
"Don't worry, Miss Greengrass is going to be safe in the dorms and this disgusting vampire in his obliged oblivion," Dolores said.
"Maybe you can kill him now," Millicent said, Dolores shook her head.
"It's the easy way, but the death for a vampire is nothing," she said, "but the oblivion in the other hand…"
A cry resounded in all the room and Daphne Greengrass open her eyes only to saw Harry leaning next to her playing with her blonde hair. "Finally, you are awake, I was starting to be worried."
"Harry," she cried again.
"That my nickname, yes," he said calmy, "welcome to the world of the living, miss Greengrass."
"How much time…" she said looking how her window was open now letting the fresh air enter and showing the night in all its splendor.
"Sufficient," the voice of Cyrus Greengrass was heard on the other side and Daphne could see her father sitting while having a glass of whiskey.
"Harry you…," she said frantically looking at Harry and then her father.
"Don't worry, Miss Greengrass," Harry said sounding calm, "Mr. Greengrass and I had good talk, and I justified my presence here in such deplorable state."
"Mr. Potter explained to me how you saved his life using your mediwitch training, I comprehend he is a vampire and everything you do it was technically intuition, for that I'm very proud of", Cyrus said, "I'm still very intrigued how a vampire, like Mr. Potter, was wounded in your balcony and in such informal dressing"
"Well father," Daphne said firmly, "I think I don't need explain to you what a boy was doing here in my room or my balcony because the reason is obvious," Harry looked at Daphne astonished, and Cyrus looked scandalized.
"Daphne…"
"Very well", Cyrus said angrily, "I going to pass you insolence and lack of decorum because just like with your sister, I can't say or do something about the men who chosen to be your partners, but I can't deny that a boy, not matter if he is older than me, came here out of the time and without my permission"
"What's the price for that fault, Lord Greengrass," Harry said seriously.
"For my heiress only the punish for be with a boy in her room alone must be severe, but in so indecent state and so late at night, without consider everything, we the Greengrass respect and represent over the time…"
"Stop your charade, Lord Greengrass," Harry said firmly now, "is like I was listening to those Victorian bastards who justified all his shit behind traditions and customs, I don't say you are, but 'kid,' we didnt do nothing more than talk."
"You don't…," Cyrus started to say.
"The Potter's Family forever will be grateful with the Greengrass Family for a service beyond friendship, a daughter of Greengrass' Family helped a son of Potter's Family so a Greengrass son ever will find some help from a Potter son forever until such gratefulness would be damaged for ill intentions both ways", Harry said formally, Cyrus open his eyes big, "I'm the current Lord of the House and all my word is law for every member of my family, and I have all the wealth control of the house, so if Greengrass' Family needed retribution for such service, name it and I will enchanted for pay in return"
"Lord Potter," Cyrus said suddenly understanding the statement Harry said, that man insulted him previously, but that was a bomb.
"Your daughter saved my life putting in risk her reputation and her position as Greengrass heiress, our previously nightly encounter in informal manners was out of league and for that I plead forgiveness, because I was the responsible of appear here using my vampire abilities and soliciting an urgent audience to talk about the investigation she is running on my name", Harry said still formal and Daphne was surprised, Harry was fighting Cyrus in his way of things.
"When both talk you never mentioned it, Lord Potter," he said calming his demeanor.
"That is because I think that all was implicit when I said you heiress saved my life using her medical skills", Harry said, Cyrus was now embarrassing, "and because I considered that a person as cautious as fervent follower of pureblood customs knows perfectly when a daughter of his, preserve her virginity intact or when she lost it", Daphne looked her father scandalized.
"That is correct…," Cyrus was now cornered, Harry smiled triumphantly, and Daphne looked at her father hard.
"So, you're blatantly judged me, but in the bottom, you know perfectly when I…," she started to say angrily.
"All Lord of a House, use some antique spells to monitor the virginity of her daughters, especially heiress, to act accord to the results", he said defeated, "and all lord of the house know perfectly if a boy was present in her daughter room thanks to special wards implanted since the build of this mansion, so, guilty as charged, I know perfectly that Lord Potter came here sometimes at night and leaved in the morning and I knew you and him didnt do nothing complicated because the spell I put in you when you was a little girl to monitor your sexual activities, especially your first sexual relation"
"Leave, father," Daphne said angrily, Harry looked still triumphantly, and Cyrus totally defeated, he stood up and started to leave.
"I annulled Nott's permission today after the tale I listening and Lord Potter have now my permission to court you if he wants to", Cyrus said before leave, "I know perfectly who he is, but like Lord Potter said, I' am a fervent pureblood customs and traditions follower but I 'am ambitious and cunning as every Slytherin are, so a win is a win no matter what the mean was used to achieved it, so if Mr. Potter is a vampire, Lord Potter don't", he winked at Daphne and left.
"How did you know, how to corner my father," Daphne said to Harry.
"Well, he was not so hard to read and I'm not talking about his mind," he answered, "and it's not the first pureblood I encountered."
"I don't know how I must feel now," she admitted, "scandalized for all my father said he did or happy for what you achieved."
"It's not my obligation to tell you it," Harry said.
"I suppose I fainted after the spell was lifted," Daphne said, and Harry nodded, "I remembered everything Harry."
"Yeah blondie, which was the catch," he said mockingly.
"Everything Harry," she insisted, Harry looked thoughtfully for a moment and then surprised, "and you were absolutely right, with me, you are a softy vampire," both started to laugh.
"So, I know now that you discovered all the plot not only one, but twice, maybe an award is going to be needed," Harry said when stopped laughing, "all that thing called Chronos' kiss and time runes came to my mind so fast when you said, 'Hello Mr. Potter'"?
"Maybe the Umbridge were weird, but Dante was a masterful piece of work," Daphne said, "we are so lucky his offsprings were so stupid."
"I received news when you were sleeping," Harry said changing the subject, "from both sides, from muggle world came a message from Jessica, all the magical issues increased fast after the spell was lifted, I have an urgent reunion with the goblins tomorrow and some muggle bankers."
"And from the magical one?" Daphne asked.
"Mr. Shacklebolt invited me to a reunion tomorrow afternoon, apparently some abruptly records and news appeared on the archives and provoked a chaos, Wizengamot representatives were scandalized when some discovered all the atrocities Parkinson and friends was doing since many years and some werewolves started to harassing ministry workers about Potterness, so, summarizing I will have a busy day tomorrow."
"Well, we lifted a spell sustained for centuries, things like that tend to happen," Daphne said smiling, "so, what you going to do?"
"I'm a Lord again in the open after a long sleep, so I have many businesses to tend," he said, "and now I have the permission from another lord to court his daughter, what difficulties can I encounter in that."
"What about the other things?" she asked biting her lip.
"One step at a time," he said, "but I'm a vampire too and you know what I going to do, this lifting spell doesn't change that."
"I'm not talking about it," she said completely embarrassed, Harry looked at her thoughtfully then gulped.
"Naughty girl," Harry said.
"Indeed," she answered, "I am."