Chapter 1: Ice Queen? More like Ice brat!

Waking up with a splitting headache is new to me. I never drink, so imagine my surprise when I open my eyes only to squeeze them shut again as the pain crashes over me, making it impossible to think.

After ten minutes curled up in the fetal position, I finally force my eyes open, only to find myself in a completely different bedroom from the one I slept in last night.

The room has the elegance of the Victorian era, with an enormous bed covered in intricately patterned sheets. In front of it stands a sturdy wooden armoire, likely used to store bed linens. To the side, a tall bookshelf holds an elaborately designed candle, its wax frozen in delicate drips. A large window, adorned with heavy, flowing curtains, lets in a soft, golden light, casting long shadows across the room.

At that moment, I am sure I know this place. It feels like watching a memory on a television a life I recognize but have never truly lived, as if I am merely an observer watching someone else's story unfold in the third person.

But as the memory fades, despair settles in. I am a 26-year-old man, almost finishing my medical degree after years of study and sacrifice, only to realize that it has all been for nothing. Staring down at my smaller, more delicate arms, the truth hits me like a crashing wave: this is not my body.

I run to the washroom, searching for a mirror. With these new memories settling in, I know it will be there. And when I finally look… staring back at me with wide, startled blue eyes and tangled blonde hair is a young girl.

"This can't be happening… I'm so screwed!"

My mind is in shock. I know this body. I know where I am.

This is the Harry Potter universe.

And the face staring back at me? It's Daphne Greengrass a character who, at most, has three lines in the entire series. Yet, despite her brief mention in the books, she became a fan favorite, starring in countless fanfics where she is the main heroine the one Harry Potter falls in love with.

And now… I am Daphne Greengrass.

"I am nobody's WAIFU!"

I refuse to become some damsel in distress for freaking Harry Potter to save and fall in love with! And I sure as hell won't be just a background character whose most significant contribution to the story was having a sister who married that douchebag Malfoy!

"Okay, calm down, Dalphs. Calm down… Wait, why the hell am I calling myself Dalphs?!"

I need to think. The memories from my Daphne-self hold a much broader understanding of the wizarding world than what the books or movies ever showed.

The life of a pure-blooded witch is both privileged and restrictive offering luxury and status, yet shaped by a narrow worldview. It's a world filled with unspoken rules, intricate social hierarchies, and traditions that go far deeper than any outsider could imagine.

I am eleven years old and just yesterday received my Hogwarts letter. In one month, I'll be heading to what is supposedly the safest place in the world a school where, somehow, children almost die every year.

And I need to prepare. Desperately.

With my new memories, I know that Hogwarts will be a calamity.

But first… I must face a far more immediate and dreaded challenge.

I need to find the bathroom…

Trying to forget what I just did, I now realize that I have more immediate problems mainly, my family. The Greengrass family is traditional, part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, with a view that Muggle-borns are inferior to pure-bloods. To them, Muggle-borns are seen as less worthy than witches and wizards from respected families, their only purpose being to work in undesirable jobs. But at least we don't want them all dead.

My father, Matheus Greengrass, is the Lord of the family and the leader of the central political faction in Wizarding Britain the Grey Faction. This faction, in general, simply wants to maintain the status quo and profit from it.

My mother, Katherine Greengrass, is the typical witch-housewife. She commands the family house elves with a simple instruction: "Defend this family from the chaos you girls bring every day."

And then there's my little sister, Astoria Greengrass. A happy, cheerful munchkin, she may have inherited the early signs of the blood-cursed disease that plagues the Greengrass family, but she lights up any room with her humor.

My family, all of them, are likely heading to the breakfast table right now, where I'll need to join them. I have to blend in and act like nothing's wrong, but I'm not sure if I'll even be able to fool them. I'm not even sure I can behave like her… myself.

Resolving to bite the bullet, I change into one of my daily robes, trying to dissociate myself from the fact that I'm changing into the clothes of an eleven-year-old girl. Once I'm dressed, I head downstairs, where my family is already at the table, eating breakfast.

My mother, a witch with blonde hair and blue eyes, is a version of me twenty years from now. She's the first to notice me.

"Well, good morning, young miss. You almost missed breakfast with your tardiness."

"Sorry, Mother. I was nervous about the Hogwarts letter, and it was hard to sleep."

Father, putting down his Daily Buggle, chimes in,

"Dear, do you not remember that age? The nervous countdown of days until we could finally claim our birthright of magic? I think I slept only five hours the night before."

"Yes, dear, but Daphne is a proper lady and must maintain a regular sleep schedule, or she'll become a dead-eyed old maid, and no gentleman will want to marry her."

That is one of my worst fears. The Greengrass family controls a vast business empire built around herbs and plants, with Muggles having expanded across all the land we have created specialized greenhouses with powerful extension charms to cultivate magical plants. Our fields sustain the British market and even export to Europe.

As the heir apparent to the Greengrass fortune, I'm destined to become the future lady of the house. That means I'll have a legion of suitors clamoring for my hand in marriage, each hoping to become the next lord of House Greengrass.

"Big sis is going to become an old hag?"

My little sister's teasing voice cuts through the air, feigning innocence. Thankfully, Merlin must have been watching over me, because Mother, distracted by the comment, forgets about the suitors and turns her attention to scolding the little terror as she finishes her breakfast.

Afterward, Mother uses the Floo to send us to Diagon Alley, where we have to buy all of my school supplies and, of course, my wand.