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Disclaimer

I own nothing of the Harry Potter franchise.

Glad to clear that up

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The pairings in this story are Harry/Daphne . In this fic, Harry and Daphne are three years older.

I had problems updating this, so please, if I missed a mistake, please let me know

Seventeen year old Harry Greengrass stood in the dark, sat in a bench inside of the champion's tent, thinking on everything that had happened on that Merlin forsaken year. The year that should be his last in Hogwarts School.

Everything began to go to hell in the previous summer, when he was still a Potter, when he started to have nightmares with no other than the supposed defeated dark lord Voldemort. He hadn't needed to be a Ravenclaw to realize that there was a mental link of some sort between them and used all his power and magic in occlumency, in order to defend himself from a mental assault by the dark lord. Then, there was the death eater attack in the world cup. He hadn't seen anything because he was with the Greengrasses, celebrating. He had only seen the dark mark in the air and he knew somehow that it hadn't been only a random attack.

So, Harry had decided to hit the books with renewed fervour, learning, practicing and increasing his power in every way he could, just for another chance, even if it was small, to survive what was coming.

When he returned to Hogwarts, he discovered that there would be no Quidditch. Unlike the rest of the Ravenclaw team, he didn't mind, already planning to optimize his time. Daphne Greengrass, his by then girlfriend had been overjoyed, since that meant that at least for an year there would be no stupid life threatening acrobatics from him. Only, the TriWizard Tournament had been announced as well and Harry Potter's name had been selected on Halloween as Hogwarts' champion.

Harry had a standing ovation from almost all the school. His house, Ravenclaw cheered him standing, as did Hufflepuff. From Slytherin, nearly half of the house, led by his girlfriend, cheered for him and from Gryffindor, also half. His brother Daniel Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived clapped for him but everyone who knew him could see that the younger boy was jealous of his older brother. There was only one problem, though. Harry Potter had never placed his name in the goblet of fire for selection.

Not saying anyone that, Harry Potter did the one thing that he was used to do: he lied about it in a way that he could bend the situation in his favour, calculating his moves slowly. In the interview with the champions, Harry gave short and mostly empty answers, much to the annoyance of Rita Skeeter. He was the The-Boy-Who-Lived discrete and older brother, the one Potter barely known by the masses and he made sure Rita Skeeter left with a interview that translated just that.

Then the problems began with the first task. Harry had to take a fake dragon egg from the dragon and his dragon was a Hungarian Horntail, one of the most dangerous breeds alive. Not wanting to actually harm the dragon, Harry chained the dragon to the earth with a elemental chains spell, which no one recognized. The dragon was subdued and Harry took the egg without any effort, leaving a speechless crowd behind.

The spell was both powerful and unknown and while several were cheering, others were starting to wonder if it had been a dark spell and if so, how dark was Harry Potter?

Albus Dumbledore actually wondered about that and shared his concerns with James and Lilly Potter. He was appalled with happened then.

James and Lilly Potter never gave Harry Potter a chance to explain himself. They disowned Harry publicly in the great hall of Hogwarts and gave order to aurors to arrest their former son for using dark, unknown and dangerous spells.

Disbelief was total and Harry NoName, formally Potter was arrested and taken to the DMLE, where he was left to rot and starve for three days before his first interrogation by the top aurors. Luckily, when the time came, Harry had at his side Jonathan Greengrass, his self appointed solicitor and his girlfriend father, who cared a great deal for the boy.

Harry was taken before the whole Wizengamot, something never seen before in such cases. As it came to be known, all members were interested in learning more about the spell and had forced the issue by bringing Harry NoName before the whole body. Harry requested the use of veritasserum in the interview, which only lasted ten minutes, for the regret of everyone, with only one official question been made, about the nature of the spell:

The spell used was a earth elemental chains spell, described in the Potter family Grimoire, page three hundred and sixty-two, added to the grimoire in the eleventh century, by Aelfric Potter. I find it insulting that the lord and the lady of an ancient family aren't able to recognize their own family spells and accuse their own family members of dark magic for using them.

It was a complete embarrassment for the Potter family and James Potter attempted to ask where the grimoire was, only to receive shocked looks from all the members of the body and a flat response from his former son: In the library.

Harry was released that same day, with apologies from the DMLE director for their treatment towards him and the ministry himself. Jonathan Greengrass couldn't hold his own anger towards the Potters and while he felt he should start a campaign against them, he decided that he had more important matters to resolve.

While Harry was received with neutrality in Hogwarts, Jonathan Greengrass explained everything that had transpired with Harry to his eldest daughter. Daphne heard her father's plan only to the point in which he spoke in marriage between the both of them, throwing herself in her father's arms, thanking him.

There was no doubt in Jonathan Greengrass' mind that both teens would eventually marry, he simply added extra motivation. By marriage, Harry NoName would become Harry Greengrass and as Daphne was the heiress, both of them would become Lord and Lady Greengrass in the future, a nice way of rubbing it in the face of the Potters.

After a long chat with Daphne and another with Jonathan, Harry accepted but only after making sure it was what Daphne truly wanted and not because of the plan. They decided to marry in the end of the school year but in the meantime, Jonathan adopted Harry into the Greengrass family, to both spite the Potters and to give him extra protection, which proved to be needed by the time of the Yule, when the Potters attempted to undo the disownment and force Harry back into the Potter family. Unfortunately for them, Harry had achieved majority and the Potters could do nothing, except bore his former eldest son. Apart that, the Yule ball was a success to the couple, who danced through the night only with each other, rising jealous thoughts from some of the other attendants.

When the second task came, Harry knew very well what the task was and much to his surprise, he came to discover that his betrothed was not his hostage, thanks to Dumbledore and the Potter's interference. Harry Potter failed his task, not because he couldn't do it but because he refused to enter the water to rescue his former brother. The separation became even clearer for the nation and while many saw a teenager throwing a tantrum and accusing him of being dark for leaving The-Boy-Who-Lived under the lake, others cheered for him and supported him in his decisions.

Harry became a pariah for some hours in Ravenclaw, though. By failing his task, the whole house students lost their bets on their champion. He was forgiven on the same day.

Then the week of the third task finally came.

Luna Lovegood, known as Little Moon by Harry, came to him one evening, clearly in some sort of trance. The words that came out of her mouth confused Harry and his friends more than he had ever been in his seventeen years:

At the end of the third, the snake's fang will bring down the dragon.

No one made sense of her words and Luna was sent to the hospital wing. She didn't recall the episode and Harry made sure no one knew about it. Luna already had a weird reputation.

Harry didn't think about it again, focusing solely on the task ahead, which brought him to the tent where he was at the moment, thinking in all that had passed. Something didn't add up. He knew someone had put his name in the cup and he knew that Voldemort was alive. However, Voldemort wouldn't be idiot to the point of put his name in the cup, would he? What could he possibly achieve with such a crazy plan? Yet, it definitively seemed so. That was what Harry kept thinking, always finding no answer.

"Hey" Harry heard a female voice say, recognizing the voice of his betrothed. Harry rose his head and saw his blonde angel approaching him with a huge smile on her lips.

"Hey. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the stands?"

"I wanted to see you one last time before the task." she replied, forcing him to sit straight and sitting on his lap, facing him "To wish you good luck."

"Oh?" he asked with a smile, feeling her lips touching his, their tongues slowly touching and dancing in their mouths.

"Are you ready?" asked Daphne after some moments, breaking the kiss.

"As I'll ever be." replied Harry, ignoring his concerns.

"Win this bloody tournament and I'll give you your prize later tonight." she whispered lustily on his ear. She didn't even hide her smirk as she felt the effect of her words under her.

"I can't wait." he replied huskily and Daphne smiled, grabbing him by the hair and kissing him passionately.

"If you don't win, there'll be no prize." she warned playfully.

"Thanks for the confidence." he replied with a snort, making her giggle.

"Come on, it's almost time and I'm afraid that if I stay here with you in the dark, we'll both be late." said Daphne, trying to rise from her seat, only to be pulled back to Harry.

"They can wait a little longer." Harry whispered, kissing Daphne passionately, making her sigh.

"I love you, Harry." she whispered.

"I love you too, Daphne." he whispered back, making her smile.

"Come on, enough for now." she replied, getting up and forcing him to stand as well, checking his champion robes, black with trims in all of the four houses of Hogwarts. Finding it to her liking, Daphne held Harry's arm and the two exited the champion's tent, finding both champions and their headmasters nearby.

"It's Harry!" someone in the stand shouted, rising a huge cheer from the Hogwarts students.

"You better win this time!" someone else shouted, making a lot of people laugh, remembering the fiasco of the second task.

"Ah, young Harry, ready for the task?" an old grandfatherly voice asked.

"Depends, headmaster. Have you sabotaged my task again or is everything as it should be?" asked Harry, making Dumbledore sigh in defeat.

"I haven't interfered this time Mr. Greengrass, if that is what you mean. " the headmaster replied in a defeated and tired tone.

"Then I am ready." replied Harry "Enjoy the show, headmaster."

Daphne got the feeling that Dumbledore wanted to say something else but decided against it at the last possible time.

"I do hope so and if I can impose on you, despite all, do try to bring a victory to Hogwarts, will you?" the older man replied as a farewell.

"I'll go to the stands. Mother, father and Astoria are already there." said Daphne, letting go of his arm.

"One last kiss for good luck?" asked Harry and Daphne obliged. None of them cared about the cat calls.

"Win." she whispered and he nodded, staying alone in the grounds. Harry looked around, seeing large flags with the Durmstrang wolf, the swan of Beauxbatons and the crest of Hogwarts made with the four house animals.

"Did you find anything interesting, Mr. Greengrass?" asked professor Flitwick, approaching Harry.

"Not at all, professor, I was just wondering what Hogwarts crest would be if it wasn't the four house animals..."

"Well, when I was a student, we had a joke about it." admitted Flitwick "Luckily we were lions, badgers, eagles and snakes because if we were all sleeping dragons, no magic would be learnt." joked the charms professor and both ravenclaws laughed "Are you ready?"

"As I will ever be." replied Harry "Everyone is asking me that today."

"Only because we care, Harry." the professor replied "I would just like to let you know that despite your second task and the sabotage you were target, we of Ravenclaw are very proud of Hogwarts champion."

"Well, if someone hadn't interfered I could be on the lead. " Harry replied, shrugging afterwards "But thank you, professor. It means a lot to me to know that."

"You know, you have always been a quiet boy, with friends in all the houses and a model student. There is no one else that I would like to see representing Hogwarts." said Flitwick and Harry nodded.

"All right, it's time to start the third task!" the voice of Ludo Bagman shouted, being followed by a loud cheer. Harry tuned out the noise, already knowing that he would enter the maze last, thanks to his results in the second task.

Harry just conjured a chair and sat while he was waiting, seeing the task being shown in a large canvas, depicting the champions progress. A monitoring charm, no doubt. He wondered where the charm had been cast but quickly tuned to other things. First Krum went in, followed by Delacour. After several minutes, it was Harry's time.

"Just to make it clear, I have to enter the maze and then, all I have to do is reach the cup, correct? No matter how?" Harry asked to the judges, receiving confused nods. With a grin, Harry entered the maze calmly, conjuring wooden stairs and using them to climb the walls of the maze.

At first, the audience cheered when it was Harry's turn. Then laughed, when they realized what he intended to do, bending the rules to his profit and finally, they cheered again, seeing Harry conjuring wooden planks to bridge between the walls and running over the maze, to its center.

"AH, that was brilliant." claimed Jonathan Greengrass laughing, noticing the mirth on his elder daughter's face.

"No matter what they say, Harry was right, the rules say that he had to enter the maze and then reach the cup." replied his wife, lady Audrey Greengrass "Never specified how."

"My Harry may be a Ravenclaw, but he has the mindset of a Slytherin." replied Daphne, seeing Harry jump down the walls of the maze at its center, disappearing from view but still on projection on the monitoring charm. There, he found an acromantula. A quick spell later and the acromantula was unconscious, levitated and thrown way over the edge. As everyone cheered, chanting his name, Harry sheeted his wand, approaching the TriWizard's cup.

"Hogwarts win, I guess." he said, his words received with extra cheers from his fellow students, attendance and even ministry officials. Harry grabbed the cup's handle and immediately, he felt the familiar tug at his navel, seeing the world turning. In Hogwarts, everyone cheered as the maze disappeared, taking away all creatures by portkey back to their pens. Nothing was left but two very confused champions. From Harry there was no sight.

"Where's Harry?" asked Daphne, not seeing him.

"Look, on the canvas!" said Audrey, seeing her "son" appearing in a dark setting with the cup on his hand.

"Where is he?" demanded Jonathan, turning to the jury "What is the meaning of this?"

He received no reply because none of them knew anything.

"Harry!" shouted Daphne in shock, seeing a red curse being thrown against him. For her surprise, Harry defended himself with the cup, throwing the red curse away from him, giving him enough time to draw his wand. Then, another curse caught Harry from the back and Harry Potter was unconscious.

"Damn you, Wormtail, can't you do anything right?" asked a roughed voice that they all recognized as their DADA teacher for that year. Alastor Moody appeared next to Harry and picked up his wand, pocketing it "Shut up and make the preparations." he ordered, levitating Harry's body.

"Wormtail? The rat is there?" demanded James Potter, not having a reply.

"Why would Mad-Eye be working with a death eater?" wondered Sirius Black. Everyone else was in shock, seeing an unconscious Harry being levitated by their DADA teacher and being stuck to a large tombstone.

"What is happening?" demanded a scared Daphne "Father?"

"I don't know, Daphne." her father replied, which did nothing to calm her nor his wife.

"Is it done?" a sibilant voice asked and many of the elder people in the audience shut up in fear, recognizing the voice for what it was.

"It is, my lord." replied Moody "We successfully captured the boy."

"Good. Begin the ritual, then." the voice demanded again.

"Of course, my lord." Moody replied with a grin, ordering another cloaked figure with a wave, who started to gather items.

"It can't be... it just can't be!" whimpered the minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge.

"He's dead." shouted another ministry official, a woman dressed in pink, standing with the minister.

"No, he was not." replied a sad Dumbledore, his hands, balling into fists facing his own impotence to do something.

"Headmaster, he have to do something!" shouted Sirius Black, only to be rebuked by Severus Snape.

"Do what, Black? We don't even know where they are."

"I bet you have something to do with this, Snivelus." shouted James Potter.

"Enough!" demanded the headmaster and everyone shut up "There is nothing we can do."

"But..." added Lilly Potter, only to be rebuked.

In the stands, the other parents and older people were also terrified. Some of the children noticed and demanded to know why.

"That voice... no, it can't be him." mumbled Jonathan.

"Whose voice, father? Who is him?" demanded Daphne, only to have her attention focusing on the canvas and a very gruesome ritual.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son." the second figure chanted, throwing a human bone into a large cauldron. In Hogwarts, no one made a sound "Flesh of the servant, w-willingly given..." the figure hesitated.

"Proceed, Wormtail." demanded Moody in a growl.

"Flesh of the servant, willingly given you will revive your master." the figure chanted and with a loud cry, he used a large dagger that looked suspiciously as a fang to cut his own left hand into the cauldron, screaming and whimpering in pain. In Hogwarts, everyone felt disgusted and many cried in horror "B-Blood of t-the e-e-enemy, f-f-forcibly t-taken, you will resurrect your foe." the figure chanted one last time, as he approached Harry.

"NO!" several people shouted at the same time. Against what they were expecting, the figure only made a small cut in Harry's arm, drawing blood, throwing it into the cauldron.

"Oh, thank Merlin." whispered Audrey Greengrass, her eyes tearful and her heart pumping.

Silence was total as everyone was witness of the dark ritual reaching its peak. Fire enveloped the cauldron, the potion inside bubbled and then, everything was consumed into a big flame that disappeared in moments, leaving only a blob that slowly started to become a more humanoid shape. For very silent seconds, no one made a sound, watching in fear and awe as the blob became a man.

"I AM WHOLE AGAIN!" the man shouted. He was naked, pale and had no nose, having instead two slits in his stead. His eyes were red and everyone could see that he emanated power, if the cowering figures of the one who made the ritual and Moody was any indication.

Every adult knew who he was at once and no one could believe it.

"Robe me!" the man demanded and Moody gave him a robe "My wand."

The handless figure extended him a wand, which the man caressed lovingly.

"My lord, please." the figure said, extending his cut arm "You promised."

"Silence, Wormtail." the man replied, glaring at the ridicule and whimpering figure grovelling under him, noticing Harry, still unconscious "Why is the boy still unconscious?"

None answered to him, not knowing what to say.

"Revive him." he ordered, clearly refraining himself to curse the two.

"What... What will he do to Harry?" asked Daphne and Jonathan and Audrey were very afraid.

"Renervate." Moody chanted and Harry woke immediately, looking around.

"Ah, Harry Potter, or should I say Harry Greengrass?" the man asked with a mocking tone "It is so nice to see you once again."

"Voldemort, you son of a bitch." growled Harry and everyone at Hogwarts who hadn't yet realized it, gasped in shock.

"V-Voldemort?" asked Daphne "Father, mother, what is happening?"

"I-I don't know, darling." replied Audrey, hugging her daughter.

"Ah, you recognize me." replied the dark lord with a chuckle "I feel honored."

"More like I recognize your voice." replied Harry defiantly "You look uglier than before."

"What?" many asked in fear and astonishment. The dark lord chuckled again.

"Defiant to the end, Potter." the dark lord replied, backhanding Harry in his face "You can't possibly imagine how long I have waited for this moment, to have you on my mercy once again."

Harry growled, attempting to unleash himself from the tombstone, realizing he was stuck and had no wand. In Hogwarts, no one was understanding what the dark lord meant or why was he so interested in Harry.

"But of course, business before pleasure, isn't it?" the dark lord said, turning his back on Harry and addressing his servants. Whole Hogwarts saw then that Moody was starting to change, clearly a sign of polyjuice.

"Give me your hand, Wormtail." the dark lord ordered. Everyone looked in fear and awe as the dark lord summoned his death eaters and actually named them and cursed them for their betrayal, telling them all of his pains and his power as the most powerful wizard alive, being able to cheat death and return to a corporeal form, acknowledging both Peter Pettigrew, to whom he gave a new silver hand as a reward for his sacrifice for his rebirth and Barty Crouch Jr., the polyjuiced Moody, the two that helped him with his plans.

In Hogwarts, Barty Crouch Sr. paled and many knew that he knew something about why his son, who should be dead, was alive.

"Your power is indeed great, my lord." said Crouch "But there is something I don't understand."

"Speak then, my servant." the dark lord replied, waving at him.

"Why this boy?" asked Crouch, pointing at Harry "Why did you tasked me with putting his name in the goblet and make sure he would be selected as Hogwarts' champion? Why did you required his blood for your rebirth, why do you seek your vengeance upon him, when it was his brother, The-Boy-Who-Lived, who survived your killing curse and caused you all the pain and suffering you told us about?"

Those were the only thoughts going on Hogwarts. Why?

"Put his name in the cup?" wondered Bagman, paling "Harry didn't put his name on the cup willingly?"

"He never said anything." replied Crouch.

In reply, the dark lord only laughed while Harry actually refrained from rolling his eyes over Voldemort's "plan".

"Tell me, Crouch, who anointed Daniel Potter as The-Boy-Who-Lived?" asked the dark lord.

"Dumbledore did, my lord. He claimed there was evidence that there had been a killing curse fired in the bedroom and that you had attack Godric's Hollow searching for the baby." Crouch replied "That the V shaped scar on his forehead was the mark of having survived your curse." Everyone knew that, Dumbledore had made an announcement days after the fall of the dark lord.

The dark lord just laughed for several moments.

"What a load of tripe." he replied, shocking both his death eaters and everyone at Hogwarts, most of whom turned from the canvas to Dumbledore, as if demanding answers.

"Albus, what does he mean?" demanded McGonagall and for once, Dumbledore didn't know what to say.

"What do you mean, my lord?" asked one of the death eaters, being ignored by the dark lord, who turned to Harry.

"How did it make you feel, Harry?" asked Voldemort in a whisper, still heard by all in the graveyard and in Hogwarts "How did it feel having your greatest deed torn from you by a meddling and foolish old man?"

"What? What does he mean?" demanded James Potter.

"H-Harry?" wondered Daphne, looking at the canvas, depicting Harry and Voldemort. Harry just sneered.

"Thankful." Harry replied, shocking everyone "With all attention diverted to the brat and being the unknown Potter, I was somewhat safe from your sycophants, at least until you reappeared."

No one actually understood what was happening, least of all the Potters in Hogwarts.

"That's such a Slytherin mindset, I am impressed." chuckled the dark lord with a huge grin.

"I had an excelent teacher." Harry replied defiantly "Besides, Slytherin was the hat's first choice for me." Everyone gasped in shock and surprise.

"I knew it, he's a slimy dark bastard!" shouted none other than Daniel Potter. Daphne gaped as did many others.

"Really?" asked the dark lord "Then why would you be in Ravenclaw?"

"What do you think would happen if I let the hat sort me into Slytherin? The brother of the fucking Boy-Who-Lived in the so called dark house? I would be crucified by everyone, especially by my so called family." Harry snapped with a sneer "So, for my own self preservation, I demanded the hat to put me in the second best house. I wasn't chivalrous enough to go to Gryffindor, even if I was brave and I wasn't loyal enough to anyone, even if hard-working. I didn't want knowledge for knowledge sake, I wanted it to survive and the hat was adamant that I should be a snake... but he yielded and made me Ravenclaw."

A lot of people gaped in Hogwarts and the dark lord just laughed. Daphne stood in disbelief, hearing that for the first time such story.

"I don't understand..." Crouch Jr. said "Does this means..."

"Yes?" encouraged the dark lord with a mocking laughter "Go on, Crouch, I am sure that you can find out the truth after this little banter."

"Daniel Potter isn't the The-Boy-Who-Lived. Harry Potter is." replied Crouch in disbelief, the same disbelief that took hold of everyone in Hogwarts.

"WHAT?" shouted James Potter and Lilly Potter.

"NO, I'm The-Boy-Who-Lived !" shouted no other than Daniel Potter, ignored by all.

"Indeed, I never even pointed my wand at the baby." replied the dark lord, turning to Harry "Would you like to tell the tale? Or should I?"

"I'm guessing that your minions would like to hear it more from your own lips." sneered Harry "Besides, I hid it from even those I love, why would I tell your people?"

The dark lord just chuckled.

"It is true, my friends. The-Boy-Who-Lived is not Daniel Potter but Harry Potter." the dark lord told with a smile "I still remember as if it was just moments ago, how could I not?" he asked, thoughtful "I duelled James Potter and stunned him at the entrance. I thought it to be a waste of good pure blood, even if he opposed us. Then it was the mudblood girl. She begged me not to kill her baby. I grew tired of listening to her, so I stunned her so she would survive and feel the pain of losing the child she desperately begged for." told Voldemort, turning back to Harry "Imagine my surprise when a mere child came out of the shadows of the room, picked his mother's wand and actually cast a reducto curse against me."

"WHAT?" many voices asked at the same time, Lilly and James' Potter being some of the loudest. Daphne and the Greengrasses heard every word enthralled.

"A curse that actually hit me." the dark lord continued, glaring at Harry "And actually destroyed my knee."

"My heart bleeds for you, you bastard." mocked Harry, receiving a cruciatus in reply.

"Don't worry, BOY, I'll make sure to pay you back. An eye for an eye." the dark lord said as Harry screamed in pain.

"No, no, no, no, not Harry, please, not my Harry." begged Daphne in tears, hearing the screams of pain.

"Luckily I can endure pain and know several spells that could help my situation." the dark lord continued, stopping the cruciatus "I disarmed the boy and put him under the cruciatus for several moments and yet, even in pain, screaming and tears, I could see the anger and the hate in the boy's eyes. That was when I stuck him to the wall, near the crib of his brother and asked him his name." Voldemort told them with a smirk "Harry Potter, he said, glaring at me as only a four year old can. I actually found it cute." laughed the dark lord and Harry actually gagged "Obviously I wouldn't let him live so I cursed him with the killing curse in the chest. Imagine my surprise as not only the boy survived the curse but it was actually rebounded against me, consuming my body in green flames. Wormtail was there, he saw everything, took my wand and run away, instead of finishing the job, as any loyal servant should." the dark lord said, glaring at Pettigrew, which cowered in shame "And I lived for eleven years as a shapeless cloud of mist and vapor, in an eternal suffering. There were times in which I lost myself to madness, others that I regained myself and yet, I always remembered Harry Potter, the boy who caused my suffering." then, the dark lord laughed, making everyone at Hogwarts to shiver "Then, when I returned, thanks to Quirinus Quirrel four years ago, imagine my surprise when I discovered that Daniel Potter, not Harry, was the savior and the The-Boy-Who-Lived. Needless to say, I felt no need to correct Dumbledore and I monitored Harry, while possessing Quirrel."

"For a dark lord of an amazing power like you claim to be, you were an awful teacher." replied Harry and the dark lord glared.

"I taught you nothing, boy, all I did was observing you while Quirrel taught the class."

"You could have instructed him on doing better." replied a petulant Harry and much to everyone's surprise, the dark lord actually agreed with him.

"Yes, it was rather shameful, I'm surprised as no one complained to the board of governors." the dark lord replied, shrugging "My intention was to use the younger brat to get to Harry but after some leggilimancy on the younger Potter, all I got was contentment and despise for his older brother, not to mention a huge pampered ego."

Daniel Potter felt insulted but said nothing, sitting with his Gryffindor friends, who looked outraged enough for him.

"Then, when I made a move on the philosopher stone, I left clues to attract Daniel Potter, believing that his brother might still care enough to try and save him... I guess I was wrong. Not only I didn't get the stone, Harry Potter never appeared and I was vanquished by Dumbledore."

"Do you really think Dumbledore would be an idiot to bring the philosopher stone into a school full of children, attracting all sort of maniacs that could put us all in danger? I know he's an idiot but not even he would be stupid at that point." asked Harry defiantly and Dumbledore actually blushed, as did many teachers, noticing several pair of eyes looking at them.

"I told you it was a bad idea, Albus but you never listen, you always do as you think best." complained McGonagall in a whisper.

"Maybe, not that it matters, any more." replied the dark lord again "Something that I always had curiosity though, how did a four year old know how to cast a reducto curse?"

"The four year old was taught." replied Harry with a glare.

"By whom?" the dark lord asked and everyone wanted to know that. Harry just glared even more intensely at the dark lord.

"You." he replied in an angry whisper, filled with anger and hate.

"What?" wondered Daphne and many more, not understanding what Harry meant.

"Maybe you should explain, boy." replied the dark lord, he himself quite confused.

"Brandon and Aurora Potter." replied Harry, glaring at the dark lord.

"Aren't those...?!" wondered Daphne and her father nodded.

"James Potter's parents."

"What do they have to do with this, boy?" demanded the dark lord.

"I saw it, you son of a bitch, I SAW IT ALL!" Harry shouted in anger, shocking everyone in Hogwarts and even the death eaters "August the third, 1981. The night you attacked Potter Manor alone, I saw you duelling my grandfather. You fought him with silent spells until my grandmother joined him. The first curse you cast verbally was the killing curse, which killed my grandmother before she could rise from the floor after you cast a confringo against her... My grandfather went angry and replied with powerful spells that left you nervous... but somehow, you were lucky enough to make a shouted reducto pass through his defences, shattering his shoulder. Only after the cruciatus did you kill him and left, leaving the bodies to be found." the dark lord said nothing, only narrowing his eyes. "With the proper knowledge, a person in Potter Manor's safe room can see all that his happening in the manor."

"Really?" wondered James Potter, heard by several people, who looked at him appalled. First he had no idea where the Potter Grimmoire was, then he had no clue about his own manor... what kind of a lord was he?

"My grandmother left me there before joining my grandfather and I saw the both of them die at your hand." Harry told Voldemort, tears starting to fall "When I was finally allowed to leave the room by the elves, I went to their bodies and I cried, more than I had cried in the four years of my live, until I saw my grandfather's wand and felt the need to picked it up and try the spells I had heard. First the killing curse but I understood it as Abracadabra and nothing happened. The reducto made some sparks, though and I knew I had to practice it if I wanted to learn it. I kept my grandfather's wand with me and practiced every time I had a chance, which was pretty much all day, since only the elves cared enough about me from that day onward."

"What? What does he mean?" asked Daphne, turning to the Potters, who were near enough in shouting range "What does he mean with that? I thought you neglected him only after your precious fraud became famous." shouted Daphne in anger, heard by everyone and all who didn't know realized the same thing.

Neglect?

Luckily, the dark lord felt the need to ask the same thing.

"Explain."

"What for?" replied Harry with a snort.

"Well, it seems that you're finally taking it out of your shoulders and I am curious." Voldemort replied with a mocking smile.

Harry sighed after some moments.

"I was never wanted by James and Lilly." whispered Harry and everyone in Hogwarts widened their eyes "They think I don't know but I know, oh, I know everything." Harry replied looking down with a snort "First of all, I'm a bastard." Once again, everyone widened even more their eyes in surprise. While it wasn't a bad thing for the muggleborns and some halfbloods, for the remaining ones and the purebloods it was still frowned upon.

"That foolish boy." whispered Jonathan in sadness.

"You don't seem surprised, father." said Daphne, noticing her parent's looks "Or you, mother."

"He told me, the circumstances of his birth, when I proposed the marriage between the two of you." replied Jonathan "He told me that no one knew, not even you and that he wanted to tell you but didn't know how. I guess he never did?"

"He did." replied a tearful Daphne.

"Your father told me, Daphne." Audrey replied "Does it make a difference to you? To know this about Harry?"

"Of course not." cried Daphne, looking back to the canvas and the man she loved. It was not like he had kept secrets from her... he had told her about the night when the dark lord attacked the Potters at Godric's Hollow and tortured him... he only left out the fact that he tried to kill him as well...

"James and Lilly got drunk in their sixth year and I happened. None of them wanted me but their parents forced them not to terminate the pregnancy, keeping it a secrecy throughout their sixth year. When I was born, I was dumped in Potter Manor and raised by my paternal grandparents." Harry chuckled "I was three when I discovered that the people I kept calling mummy and daddy were actually my grandparents. They never corrected me... With my real parents gallivanting around, pretending to actually do something in Dumbledore's Order of the Flaming Chicken against you..." the dark lord and the death eaters actually laughed while the members of the order felt insulted.

"That little shit." whispered James Potter in annoyance. For the first time in long years, Lilly Potter felt a pain in her chest.

"I think I met James and Lilly a couple of times before you killed my grandparents..." thought Harry.

In Hogwarts, almost everyone felt touched with Harry's history. Not even the radical pureblood families treated their children as the Potters had treated Harry. Light family, role model... bah. They didn't know, but several stories were already being written by reporters. and none portrayed the Potters favourably.

"Revenge, then? Was revenge the reason why you faced me that night? Why you wanted to curse me and stop me?" the dark lord asked, amused "You, a four year old child, did all that to avenge your grandparents and not to protect your brother?" Everyone in the graveyard laughed, including Harry, much to everyone's surprise.

"Well, I did stop you, didn't I?" asked Harry defiantly and with a mocking smirk, making the death eaters stop laughing and the dark lord sneer at him.

"He's insane." one of the students mumbled "Why would he challenge the dark lord?"

"HOW?" the dark lord shouted in Harry's face.

"I DON'T KNOW!" Harry shouted back with a smirk.

"I think you do." the dark lord replied after some moments with a glare, making Harry chuckle "Where is his wand?"

"I have it, my lord." replied Crouch, showing him the holly wand.

"Give it to me." ordered the dark lord, extending his hand. He got Harry's in his left hand pressed it in his neck while holding his own on his right, pointing it to the ground "Now, did you know that it is even more painful when a spell is cast on us with our own wand?"

"I had no idea." replied Harry, genuinely interested "I do know something, though."

"Oh? And what is it?" asked the dark lord with a vicious smile.

"He's insane, he's taunting him." said Audrey as Daphne was just baffled and confused.

"I know how to draw Melfwarren runic array on my wand to prevent others who're not me to use it." then two things happened. As the dark lord looked to Harry's wand, Harry's right hand, which should be stuck in the tombstone, stole it from Voldemort's grasp and his left hand punched Voldemort in the face, making him step back, holding his face. Harry lost no time, cursing the dark lord with a blue spell but the dark lord dodged it, retaliating with his own wand immediately.

The duel began in earnest and no sound apart the spells was heard in Hogwarts, such was the awe and the surprise they felt... not that they had understood everything that they had seen.

"Did Harry just..."

"Wasn't he stuck to the tombstone?"

"Wow."

"Nice punch."

"What happened?"

Daphne widened her own eyes, as did his her parents, not fully able to process what they were seeing.

"My lord!" shouted Crouch.

"Stay out of this. The boy is mine." the dark lord replied.

Harry snorted but said nothing, continuing to cast spells against the dark lord.

"How did you release yourself?" demanded Voldemort.

"I learned how to unconsciously finite atuck spells when I was four." admitted Harry with a smirk "I was at the curious age and my grandmother didn't like me to roam the manor."

"Impressive." replied Voldemort "Were you biding your time?"

"Call me a Slytherin." taunted Harry casting a spell chain "My grandmother must have taught me well if I still remember her lessons after thirteen years."

"A Potter who was a Slytherin? Now that's something unusual." laughed the dark lord, defending from Harry's curse.

"James and Daniel Potter are the first-born Potters to be sorted in Gryffindor in over three hundred years, unlike all they and the old man claim!" Harry retorted and in Hogwarts everyone looked surprised, having believed in the myth that all Potters were Gryffindors "And there have been as many Potter-Slytherins in the family line by marriage as by Potter-birth." Harry replied in anger, throwing another chain with dangerous and deadly spells.

"It's a shame all your talent will be wasted." replied the dark lord, destroying the spells midair and retaliating with a killing curse.

"We'll see about that!" claimed Harry, dodging the curse and casting a blue ball from his wand that blew up in midair into several small ones, all going against the dark lord, who was forced to put up a shield.

"That spell!" the dark lord shouted, recognizing it and retaliating with a blood red colored curse.

"Potter family magic, Magical Projectile Storm." announced Harry, dodging the curse "The improved version of Magical Projectile." he said, casting a similar blue ball that didn't explode into several but left a hole into the tombstone behind the dark lord.

"Your grandfather used those spells against me." said Voldemort with a sneer "They didn't help him much."

"Then, by all means, allow me to try THE OTHERS!" shouted Harry, waving his wand in arcs and casting several flame arrows towards Voldemort, who dodged some and was forced to raise a shield for others. Then, instead of a fiery arrow, a greenish one was thrown, which splashed against a tombstone, melting some of it, revealing to be acid.

"Impressive, and not very light." mocked the dark lord.

"There is no light nor dark. There is only magic and your own consciousness!" intoned Harry with a snarl.

In Hogwarts, many light sided families and students gaped at his words but many others nodded affirmatively. Of those, most were the neutral families and the Grengrasses were one of such families.

"What are those spells?" asked Audrey Greengrass, receiving no reply.

"I have no idea." replied Jonathan "You know Harry the best, Daphne. Do you know what those spells are?"

Do I? Really? she wondered, seeing her boyfriend duel the dark lord as an equal, much to everyone's awe. She knew he was good, just not that good.

"I have never seen them." Daphne replied, in a low tone, tears falling from her eyes. She hid her face on her hands and sobbed.

"Daphne, darling, what is it?" asked Audrey and Daphne sobbed again.

"What do you think, mother?" Daphne asked, looking back to the canvas, seeing Harry cursing the dark lord with another volley of the spell he had identified as Magical Projectile Storm "He... he won't be coming back. He won't come back."

"Yes, he will." Audrey replied, even if her voice betrayed her. A small torn look from Daphne was more than enough for Audrey to break and shed all the tears she was holding.

"Why didn't he run? Why, mum?" cried Daphne, being held by her mother in tears "Why didn't he run back to me?"

"Because he's a man, darling. He's an idiot, brave man." Audrey replied with a sad smile, her voice almost failing.

"But he's my man." Daphne sobbed in desperation "He shouldn't be there, not alone."

"He will come back, darling. You heard the same things I did." Audrey replied "He endured a lousy childhood, neglect, he defeated Voldemort once and he's a champion of Hogwarts. You must have faith in him." Audrey did her best to sound convincing, even if she didn't see a way how Harry could survive the dark lord, but her daughter needed to hear it... even if it would break her later on.

"I should be there with him." Daphne sobbed "I should be there with him."

"Well then, Harry Potter." sneered the dark lord "You are powerful, but not enough."

"And you keep calling me Potter..." replied Harry with a snort "How much will it take for you to understand that I am no Potter anymore? I am Greengrass." he shouted, casting a fireball that exploded upon the dark lord's shield. Unfortunately for him, the fireball was no mere confringo but a much more powerful version that nearly threw him on the ground, had Voldemort not held his shield.

"Damn you, Potter! I defeated much stronger opponents than you! I will make you beg, just like I made your grandfather beg for death!"

Harry growled in anger.

"WE'LL SEE!" Harry shouted.

"AVADA KEDAVRA." shouted the dark lord, casting the familiar green curse.

"MORTEM HASTAM!" Harry shouted, casting an unfamiliar red curse.

The two curses met in the air and much to everyone's surprise, a golden cage formed around the two wizards, enveloping them. Their wands somehow connected with each other and the echoes of the cast spells started to emerge from the wands, one at the time.

"What have you done, boy?" demanded the dark lord, his voice bordering on fright, not understanding what was happening.

"I don't know!" replied Harry, trying to hold the spell. Whatever was happening, he realized both wands were connected and the connection was depending of the wizard's power. So he couldn't lose.

In Hogwarts, everyone was wide eyed, as no one had ever seen what was happening.

"Albus, what is happening?" demanded McGonagall, only to have no reply from an amazed and flabbergasted Dumbledore.

Daphne saw it happening and knew that whatever happened wasn't good. She grew concerned over Harry.

"Win. Win. Win..." she was mumbling, watching Harry fighting for his life.

"You can't win, Potter!" Voldemort shouted, deciding to ignore the echo of the spells emerging from his wand, not knowing that they had stopped emerging from Harry's wand.

"You just don't fucking get it, do you, you son of a bitch?" shouted Harry over the noise of whatever was happening "Either you're an idiot or you're too dumb to understand what I've been saying."

"You'll pay for your insolence, Potter!" snarled the dark lord once again, increasing the power of his spell.

"I told you, I AM NO POTTER! James and Lilly disowned me! I AM GREENGRASS!" shouted Harry, increasing his own power behind the spell "And you didn't listen to me when I told you, I'd make you pay for killing my grandparents."

"You're clearly not being successful, boy!" shouted the dark lord in a mocking tone "Nor will you be. It seems we are stuck in this tug of war until one of us is exhausted."

"Which leads us to the third point you didn't listen!" shouted Harry, drawing a secondary wand from his left arm "I KEPT MY GRANDFATHER'S WAND!" Harry shouted, pointing the wand against the dark lord "SPHAERA AESTUOSAM!"

A spell shaped as a sphere and grey coloured flew against the dark lord. Voldemort widened his eyes and having no other way, he tried to dodge the two spells. Unfortunately for him, he was hit by Harry's red spell in the chest, feeling it crumble. The dark lord shouted in pain and agony, only to be hit by the grey sphere and at that moment, his immediate area became a roaring magical maelstrom of fire, ice, lightning, death... all types of primal magical energies manifested at the same time, ripping everything they consumed from existence. Voldemort's painful screams ended with a blinding flash and despite the roaring of the magic, Harry could hear the agitation and the fear of the death eaters, choosing to flee.

In Hogwarts, everyone was gaping, unsure of what to think. Once again, no one had recognized the spells used by Harry and everyone was considering how dark they were. For her part, Daphne was excited, imagining Harry had won with the final spell, cast with his grandfather's wand. That had been a secret she knew well. In fact, she knew he had kept the wands from his grandfather and grandmother, using his grandfather's as his backup because it had better compatibility with himself.

"WIN!" she shouted in tears, trusting Harry would do it. He had to. He always did pull an impossible.

When the roaring maelstrom ended, there was a void circumference where Voldemort had been before, as well as the remains of what seemed to be the upper body of Crouch Jr. The ground seemed to be black, burned and completely voided of life.

"TAKE THAT, you son of a bitch." Harry said while gasping, drawing breath as if he was exhausted, having to support himself in a tombstone.

In Hogwarts, silence was total.

"He did it." mumbled Daphne, her lips slowly growing into a smile "He did it."

"Harry... he killed him?" whispered Jonathan, he too starting to smile, surpassing his own disbelief.

"HARRY KILLED YOU-KNOW-WHO!" someone shouted and the chants for Harry's name began, cheering for him higher and higher, being heard beyond in Hogsmeade.

While everyone was cheering, the Potters and his closest friends were appalled and regretful for all they did against Harry. They had lost a son, a family member, a friend. They had lost a young man filled with potential and secrets that surpassed them all. Lilly Potter felt even worse, remembering all the times she neglected her eldest son in favour of her "duties" or her younger son's needs. It wasn't worth it. In her blind sights, narrow mindedness and selfishness, she had removed her son, her first born son into a corner and now, that same child who had been neglected had rose far beyond what everyone could think and surpassed even the so called greatest wizards alive... while still seventeen.

Lilly Potter felt disgusted with herself and cried for all the years she had lost from her son's life, knowing that she would have no chance of getting them back. She thought long and hard and realized that the only moment she had felt happy with Harry had been when she held him the first time... because the pain of birth had stopped.

She never felt as horrible as she felt that moment. She did see her son's girlfriend, or better yet, her son's betrothed, crying of happiness, being held by her mother, father and sister... as a proper family should.

Daphne was happy. Harry had won. He had won everything. He had beaten Voldemort, killed him, won the tournament and at the end of the day, he's return to her. She still believed she should have been at his side but all she could do was promising that next time, she would be there for him. No more would Harry Potter... No, Harry Greengrass be alone.

Ravenclaw sang for their champion, already planning a huge party for him and no ravenclaw was happier than Luna Lovegood, knowing that her brother like figure would return home well. Thank Merlin the Nargles hadn't clouded his mind.

For his part, Dumbledore was in shock, not knowing what to think. In one hand, he had been completely wrong and his actions had caused the neglect of a child, who had proven to be a resilient person and an outstanding wizard. In another hand, how dangerous was Harry Greengrass, who was completely outside of his influence?

Said young man was gasping, as the final spell he had used had taken a great toll in him. He couldn't help to smile, though.

"I know that spell." a voice said in the darkness, the voice of a woman, kind and proud. Harry turned to the voice and could only gap, seeing the translucid figures of both his grandparents, Brandon and Aurora Potter, both looking at him and smiling proudly.

"I made it..." replied Brandon Potter, smiling at Harry with a proud smile, shocking everyone who heard him back in Hogwarts "My addition to the Potter Grimmoire."

"Mum? Dad?" Harry whispered and back in Hogwarts, those two words only cleaved Lilly Potter's heart deeper, making her crying even more desperately. Everyone else just gaped, not sure of what was happening.

"Just mere echoes, child." replied Brandon Potter with a smile "When your wand locked with Voldemort's, all spells cast showed up in reverse, did they not?" Harry nodded, his eyes tearing "That's called priori incantatem. It happens when brother wands fight each other but is very rare to happen."

"Our wands shared the core of a phoenix, according with Ollivander." replied Harry, cleaning his tears in his sleeve.

"A powerful wand, for my powerful son." said Aurora Potter with a sad smile, knowing that she couldn't comfort him "I'm so proud of you, my darling."

"Tell us about you." demanded Brandon "What house are you in and why those robes?"

"I'm in Ravenclaw." replied Harry with a smirk, allowing his grandfather his moment of joy.

"The best house, naturally." he said with a nod while Aurora scowled.

"The hat decided I should be a Slytherin but because of Voldemort, his followers, James, Lilly and the myth that the brat was the so called Boy-Who-Lived, I asked for Ravenclaw." it was Aurora's turn to gloat while Brandon snorted "The robes are my champion robes, I am Hogwarts champion in the TriWizard Tournament and I was representing the school before all this happened."

"Well done!" said Brandon with pride "So, you're a raven, but you should be a snake, even if you're lion hearted, if your actions here prove anything and a badger for all the hard work and loyalty you demonstrated towards us and the Potter name?" Harry looked confused and Aurora snorted.

"You're a dragon." she replied with a smirk, feeling the need to elaborate "Back in the day, we had a saying... the students suitable for every house were the dragons. You are a dragon, no matter what.

"But what did you mean when you said you were no Potter?" demanded Brandon and Harry flinched.

"James and Lilly disowned me for using dark magic..." Brandon and Aurora didn't react, waiting for the rest "but what I did use were spells I learned from the Grimmoire, which they didn't know. They don't even know of the Grimmoire location."

"THOSE FOOLS!" shouted Brandon Potter, while Aurora simply scowled, although her scowl hid an out of control rage that she was trying to keep in check making use of her Slytherin skills "THOSE IMBECIL, IDIOTIC, MINDLESS, SYCOPHANTS WASTES OF BLOOD AND MAGIC!" Brandon shout to the air and even at the distance, James felt the cold growing in his spine, his father's anger reaching him even in the distance, making him feel very small.

"What of you, then?" demanded Aurora Potter with a full scowl that promised retribution "What is to become of you?"

"Marriage with my girlfriend, Daphne Greengrass, as soon as school ends." replied Harry and his grandparents looked surprised at him, their anger forgot.

"Is she pretty?" demanded Brandon, making Aurora roll her eyes.

"Very." Harry replied and in Hogwarts, Daphne blushed.

"Is she powerful? What house is she in?"

"Yes, she is and she's a snake."

"Ah, my boy has good taste." Brandon laughed while Aurora grinned.

"It's a shame I can't meet her." said Aurora and Harry smiled.

"Here, you can see her picture." Harry said, drawing a necklace silver medallion from his neck. He opened it and showed his grandparents a picture of himself and Daphne, playful waving. In Hogwarts, Daphne rivalled a tomato and every girl awed at Harry's sweetness, feeling jealous of Daphne.

"Meh, my wife's prettier." was Brandon's reply, earning an ethereal nudge that passed through him. Harry chuckled, closing the medallion and placing it at his neck again.

"Be serious, this is our baby boy's future."

"I am being serious. You're far prettier. You're mine." Brandon replied with a grin and Aurora rolled her eyes again, not hiding the smirk "Lesson number one for a successful marriage, keep your wife happy."

"Lesson number two, when in doubt, ask your wife." Aurora nodded with a smirk to her husband "Lesson three..."

"Remember lesson number two." finished Harry and the three laughed.

"Are you happy? Does she make you happy?" asked Aurora and Harry nodded with a smile. At that moment, Daphne's heart swelled.

"When I was a kid, I used to think that you two were what happiness was like." Harry said, surprising everyone hearing him. Harry looked at Brandon and Aurora with a mischievous smirk "You two have nothing on us."

Daphne cried tears of joy, being held by her mother.

"He's a romantic, isn't he?" Audrey asked with a chuckle. Her daughter nodded, noticing her youngest sister sigh wishfully.

"He's also an idiot." Daphne replied. But he's my loving idiot.

"Our time is running out." Brandon said, looking at his grandson "What they did to you..." he nearly growled "If I could, I would make you lord Potter, you know that." Harry nodded but didn't speak "I really don't care if you're Potter, Greengrass or any other name." he continued "I don't even care if you're my son's son... You're our son and nothing or no one will ever change that."

Harry shed a tear and nodded.

"Thank you for being there when I needed." Harry said "Had it not been for you, I don't..."

A gasp from Brandon and Aurora alerted Harry. A gasp that came too late.

All Harry felt was something pierce his side, making him shout in pain.

"How sweet." a familiar and hated voice said in Harry's ear as the young man cried in shock.

In Hogwarts, the happiness, love and amusement vanished at once, being replaced by fear and panic.

"No, it can't be..." Dumbledore whispered but it was unmistakable.

"HARRY!" shouted Daphne in panic and with renewed tears, seeing Harry gasp and flinching from his side, where she could see something piercing his side where his lung should be, under the bone.

"HARRY!" both his grandparents shouted in concern and fear, vanishing from existence.

"I win, boy!" the voice of the dark lord Voldemort claimed behind Harry, twisting the dagger at Harry's side, making him scream more. However, in a moment of strength, Harry walked forward and rotated on himself, drawing his wand. He cast a point blank reducto into the face of his assailant, who wasn't the dark lord as he believed, but a red eyed Wormtail.

With his head blown up, the body of Wormtail fell on the ground, as did Harry, in pain and gasping for air. He removed the dagger with a scream of pain and a whimper, throwing it away, gasping harder and with blood drooling from his mouth.

"It doesn't matter how many times you kill me, boy!" the voice of Voldemort said again, coming from the black cloud of mist and vapor emerging from Pettigrew's body "I am immortal."

"You... son... of... a... bitch." Harry gasped, rising his wand towards the cloud, making it chuckle "A dragon." Voldemort mocked "Brought down by a snake."

Despite everyone being too shocked and teary with all they were seeing, those who had heard Luna in the beginning of the week gasped, making the connection. Luna had no idea of her part nor would she pay attention to it, since she was simply terrified, her hands on her mouth and her dreamy eyes unusually focused and despaired. As was Luna, there were many others, boys, girls and even adults, all were shocked with what they were seeing, the final moments of Harry Greengrass, a man, a champion, a friend.

Lilly Potter had widened her eyes, covering her shock with her hands and crying in desperation, as she saw her son fall in pain and remove a dagger from his side.

Madam Pomfrey, who was at her makeshift tent, cried as she realized:

"His lung... he pierced his lung, he will bleed to death..."

Daphne was no different. At first, she was happy but the moment she heard Harry's scream, she knew it wasn't normal. She became desperate as she heard Voldemort's voice taunting Harry. What would be necessary to finish that monster? Then she realized that he had stabbed Harry.

"Coward... that coward can't beat him in a duel to he stabbed him in the back." Daphne heard her father say in tears. She couldn't accept it, she just couldn't accept it was the truth. Harry was fine, he had to be. He would recover, he would get up... Daphne just cried, tear filled eyes and whole her desperation turned to the canvas, depicting a gasping Harry raising his wand towards the Voldemort cloud.

"What are you going to do, boy?" Voldemort mocked "I am immortal. You can't kill me!"

"I can still... hurt...you." Harry gasped and a searing bright light shone between them. Voldemort screamed in pain and the cloud fled from Harry, who dropped the wand, spitting blood with a cry. His left hand went to his wound and he tried to move, dragging himself on the ground, realizing his increasing difficulty in breathing, starting to suffocate "Daphne." he whispered and in Hogwarts, a teary and desperate Daphne, as long as everyone else, focused on the canvas, the whimpering, the sadness, the crying all being secondary to Harry's words "Daphne... I'm sorry..." he begged again, turning himself up to the sky, his gasping increased. Harry widened his eyes "Daphne... I love you."

And then he was no more.

Harry Greengrass had died.

"NNNOOO!" shouted Daphne in utter desperation, being held by her mother and father. No one was able to say or do anything, simply crying as they saw the unmovable body of the Hogwarts champion, the same boy who had defeated the dark lord Voldemort in a duel of epic proportions, only for him to rise again from the dead and kill Harry.

The real Boy-Who-Lived, their true saviour, their champion, their friend, was dead.

For moments, only the crying was heard. No one had the courage to do anything.

"For Merlin sake, Albus, end the charm." demanded McGonagall, crying as she saw Harry's body, his eyes opened looking at the sky. Even Snape was emotional, even if he didn't show it by shedding tears. He didn't like the boy, but he had proved time and again that he was nothing as his father. In fact, the boy was nothing like his parents, now he knew that. He always believed Harry Potter was all the best there was in Lilly Potter. He could see now he was wrong. Dumbledore lowered his head, regretting the death of one so young with so much potential. However, Harry's death was useful to show everyone that Voldemort still lived.

James Potter had paled time and again throughout the duel and regret much of his actions. His father's words, however, had cut him deep and he truly felt ashamed for the person he was, trying to hold his sobbing wife. His best friends, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin stood solemn as well, trying to remember a time when they had been close to the eldest Potter child, remembering none.

The Greengrass family was no better. Daphne was sobbing and both parents had to hold her, they none better. Astoria was sat in the stands, her head in her hands, sobbing for the loss of her older "brother". As Daphne calmed down, Jonathan left his family and walked to the minister.

"What do you intend to do about this?" he demanded with a glare.

"I... I..."

"I asked, what do you intend to do about this?" shouted Jonathan.

"Now, now, lord Greengrass, I realize this is an emotional moment..." tried the pink dressed woman, only to be rebuked.

"SHUT UP, UMBRIDGE!" he shouted once again "Minister, what are you going to do? Are those death eaters going to remain free after all we saw and heard, for the sake of your campaigns? Is Harry's murderer remain in freedom, with a concocted lie how he's defeated?" the man glared at the shorter one."

"No, he won't." said another voice, one that Jonathan recognized immediately.

"Madam Bones." Jonathan said with a nod, earning a nod back. The iron lady had been crying, that was for sure.

"I have already given orders to capture all death eaters who were identified by Voldemort." she explained, ignoring Fudge's ramblings "This time, none of them will be able to used the imperius excuse, not after all we heard."

"Good." Jonathan replied, glaring hatefully at Fudge before turning his back on them.

"Lord Greengrass, if I may..." madam Bones said "I offer my condolences in the name of house Bones. Your son-in-law proved to be an outstanding young man. His loss will be missed." Jonathan nodded and left, back to his family, where his eldest daughter was still crying in his wife's arms.

What could he do to help her ease the pain?

Nothing.

How could one forget someone they loved?

If he knew his daughter well, the moment Daphne graduated, she would join the auror corps, to hunt down Voldemort and his death eaters. Could he blame her? He looked around and saw many similar looks, glares and stone hard decisions made at the moment. Many were ready to fight back and most of them all were the Ravenclaw seventh years.

A roaring cry pierced the air and everyone knew it came from the canvas. They all looked at it and to everyone's surprise, shock and awe, Harry rose from the ground with a loud cry and a gasp for air. While everyone shrieked or cried in shock, many having fainted, Daphne widened her eyes and gaped, hope surging in her chest.

"It can't be... how?" Jonathan asked himself.

In the canvas, Harry whimpered in pain, rolling in the ground and grabbing his wand in what seemed to be a lot of effort, pointing it at himself.

He said no words but a golden spell hit him and somehow and for everyone's amazement, his breathing became stable, his pain seemed to disappear and he seemed go get better in mere moments.

"Thank you, mum." Harry whispered, leaning his back and head to the closest tombstone. He felt his grandfather's and in his sleeve holster and got up, still feeling pain in his side "Accio TriWizard's cup." he whispered and the glowing cup floated to him.

Harry touched it with his wand and it glowed blue for a moment. All heads of house knew what that had been and many were amazed. Harry had just created a portkey.

Harry looked around one last time.

"Daphne." he whispered, feeling the tug on his navel.

In Hogwarts, the silence was total, seeing Harry disappearing from sight, only to see him appearing in front of them, holding the cup.

No sound was heard in the stands nor did he say anything, looking at only one person, with.

"H-Harry?" asked Daphne and he nodded.

"I... I know you saw everything..." he tried to say, only to be jumped by a crying Daphne, who kissed him, not caring about anything else. Then the chanting began, slowly and low, rising in intensity, shouted by every student.

"HARRY! HARRY!"

"DRAGON!" Luna added as well, being followed by many others, jumping from her seat and running to her brother like figure, not that he had been released by Daphne. Chants of "DRAGON!" echoed around and as Daphne broke the kiss, she took her hand to Harry's side wound, seeing nothing there but hurt flesh.

"Don't do that again. Don't scare me to death." she demanded, hugging him.

Harry closed his eyes, ignoring the chants and everyone else. He had everything he needed in his arms and he was not about to let go for anything or anyone.

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