Harry stood in a study that held a cherry wood desk and matching bookshelves situated along the wall. The man behind that desk gestured to a chair in front of the desk. The Greengrass patriarch poured two glasses of fire whiskey and downed his swiftly while Harry took a small sip at first. Cyrus Greengrass steepled his hands and leaned back in his seat. The older wizard was known to be a Machiavellian and that led Harry to consider the man's actions carefully.

Finally, Cyrus let out a deep breath, "I'm going to level with you Harry. Our family owes your family a major life debt. In exchange for your parents saving my life we promised them Daphne for you. You're a part of this family for better or for worse or will be one day. I just wish that the circumstances were better than they are."

Harry nodded, "You and me both sir. If it helps at all the lot of us are trying to figure out our ways to gather allies, to try and change things. We recognize things for what they are. There is great darkness in our world. I'm not just talking about Voldemort either. There is tyranny present in our current leadership, if you ask me sir."

Cyrus Greengrass settled back and studied the young man in front of him. His mind flashing back to another night when he sat enjoy a fine wine in the Potter family home. James was across from him looking worried about something an unusual thing for the messy-haired former quidditch hero. If not for the War perhaps James would have played for England. Finally, the other man spoke, "We were wrong. We placed our trust in the wrong people." Cyrus who had always mistrusted the headmaster like many in Slytherin considered his friend. Finally, he spoke his baritone voice breaking as he entered into a dangerous topic, "you speak of Peter?"

James sighed, and put down his glass, "not just Peter. The headmaster wouldn't let us choose our secret keeper. He holds an iron grip on the order, and I fear what will happen in reconstruction should he take on more power." Cyrus shook himself back to the present. Looking at the young man across from him and there Harry did. Finally, in a breathy voice he said, "your father felt much the same way." Harry stared at the older wizard who looked tired, "how do you know that?" He looked at Harry and replied, "because he told me. I will do what I can to help you are your friends. Goodness knows that if Daphne were to make up her mind to get involved there would be no stopping her. My request to you in return Harry is that you take care of my little girl. Maybe even let of yourkids carry the Greengrass name so that it doesn't die out." The green-eyed wizard didn't even need to think about it. He smiled, and shook the older man's hand, "you have my word sir."

Dinner that night was a subdued but comfortable affair. The Greengrass elves had out done themselves truly. There was shepherd's pie and green beans with bacon, and it was better than Harry remembered tasting at school. There was warm conversation and banter mostly focused on school and quidditch. Cyrus teased, "from what Daphne tells me you could give your old man a run for his money on a broom. That is quite the compliment considering that he could have played for England if not for the war." Harry remained always happy and eager to hear and learn more about his parents.

The beaming son replied, "that is quite the compliment sir. I hope to make more of a difference though. I'm considering law or maybe healing." Cyrus nodded, "noble ambitions worthy of any Slytherin." Harry smirked, "actually funny that you say that considering that the sorting hat actually wanted to put me in Slytherin." Daphne gave him a piercing, icy look, "what do you mean?" Harry rolled his eyes, "I met Draco before we got to Hogwarts. At the time he rubbed me the wrong way. So, since he was sorted before me I knew where he went. I begged the hat not to put me in Slytherin." Daphne's eyes grew as did those of the others at the table, "you mean that you have a choice as to what house you end up in?" Harry shrugged, "at least that was the case for me."

Cyrus's eyebrows began to knit together as he considered the young man and what he had just in advertently revealed. There were very few who could hold sway over the magic of the hat and castle and that meant that it was time to investigate the Potter family tree. There was much that needed to be done and soon if they were going avoid too much bloodshed.

Finally, Cyrus cut to the chase, "what kind of reform proposals do you and your friends want to see?" Harry considered the question as it was one that he knew would ultimately help shape the direction of the war ahead or at least the political battles that they would have to fight. Taking a sip a delay and analyzing tactics that he had observed over his time at Malfoy Manor and over the years of interaction with various wizarding adults. Then he replied, "We would like to see the wizarding world free of tyranny. We would like to see that people are free to study as they wish. We would like to see families free to raise their children according to their values. We want to be able to know that our wishes will be followed in regard to our own children someday. We want educational improvement in terms of the structure and quality of instruction in some cases. We would like for the government to be efficient and more streamlined. We'd like for our laws and government to be more easily understood and navigated."

Cassiopeia nodded, "those sound like reasonable and laudable objectives. Why the concern?" Harry turned to her, "We feel that the headmaster is amassing too much power in and of himself. Several of the bills in the last session would have granted him even more power stretching into the homes of others." Cassiopeia looked like a fish out of water, "I knew that man was unscrupulous, but never did I imagine he would go this far.

Cyrus seeing his wife begin to worry her bottom lip jumped in, "I think that is enough politics for tonight, Harry is here for the first time with us, let's just be grateful that he is now where he belongs and that we finally will get the chance to know him. May I suggest that we give Harry and Daphne a few minutes while we go make sure that dessert is getting made according to your directions dear."

With that the Greengrass parents left the dining room and Astoriafollowed them out. Harry looked across the table at the blonde who was apparently his future wife. She was definitely gorgeous. Her luscious blonde hair looked soft and shiny. Her curvaceous figure drew any man's eye to her ample bosom and equally eye-catching bottom. However, he didn't have much time to get to know her. So, he started with the obvious, "what are your favorite classes?" Daphne smirked, "I like charms and transfigurations, but I am descent at potions." Harry smiled, "I'm partial to defense though I am starting to enjoy runes and arithmancy. If it was a different teacher perhaps potions."

Daphne allowed herself to drop the pureblood mask that she kept in place most of the time out of habit and giggled. She turned to Harry as her giggles calmed down. Her tone serious now, "I want to become a healer too. Is that something that you could get behind?" Harry's green eyes widened, "I wouldn't dream of telling you that you can't follow your dreams." Daphne smiled and stood and walked around the table to give him a hug unfortunately for Harry that led to more than a little embarrassment. He found her ample bosom right in by his face and found his wrapping around to return the hug only to have his hands seemingly move to explore of their own volition. That wasn't the end though, he could feel a part of him begin to rise and twitch on its own. Thankfully, Daphne stepped back and winked, "the sort to sample before you buy, Potter? I might have to help you out with that problem another time." Her teasing tone only causes Harry to turn a deep red only to have the rest of the Greengrass family rejoin them and treacle tart appear on the table.