Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything that goes with it does not belong to me! -sobs-

I've been on a Daphne/Harry kick for ages. I won't read anything else and it's driving me a little mad because I've got piles of books waiting to be devoured and all I can think is that it isn't Harry/Daphne. I've always hated Ginny - she had little face time with Harry and she gets to marry Harry coz she's a Weasley and looks a bit like his mom? Pretty sleazy really.

Aaaand I've gone off-track. This isn't a sole Harry/Daphne. This is Harry and Daphne but within a harem sort of setting. Does that make sense? Crap, the lack of sleep is making me confused. I've never posted a HP story because I've always been a little overwhelmed by some of the awesome stories I've read but my birthday's coming up so I decided I had to put up the Harry/Daphne story that I've been scribbling about over the last few weeks - so please be nice when reviewing!

EDIT: 9/6/2014

My name is Daphne Greengrass. I am a pureblood witch with an enviable family history and lineage. I am one of the last of House Greengrass. I am from Slytherin. I graduated in the top ten of my year. I survived the Purge. I am a proud citizen of the New World. I am twenty four years old and tomorrow I will become Queen Consort.

Daphne could imagine the confusion for most – the Purge was recently dubbed so but it does not excuse one from not knowing about it. It was a blood-spattered piece of history of the then magical United Kingdom but nevertheless it brought us to today's New Britain for the magical world.

Her husband, the King of Magical Britain, was prophesised to be the leader of the new world in her sixth year by the Seer and a close companion of King Harry, Luna Lovegood. It has become so famous that a plaque was erected in Diagon Alley with Luna's prophecy inscribed on it.

Child of Fate, born as Hope
Change thee world he belongs
And claim thy rightful throne.
The Seventh borne him
To rule over thy Kingdom
Like Fyre he will rise
And bring New Britain to a Golden Age.

It was rather shocking but true. Her husband was King Harry I, or better known as Harry James Potter. King Harry had defeated the self-styled Lord Voldemort in his sixth year at Hogwarts – after Voldemort's total eradication from this Earth, nobody used He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or You-Know-Who anymore. In King Harry's final year at Hogwarts, he spent most of his time on the upcoming Magical Revolution and subsequently the Purge.

In history books it was recorded that Magical Britain suffered from two civil wars in the 1990s. While it is somewhat true, the second civil war was more of a formality than a real war. The Magical Revolution was fast and efficient. Within twelve days, the Ministry of Magic and its staunch traditionalists and corrupted civil servants were all demolished and the Potter reign of New Britain began.

The many families were soon elevated or demoted according to rank. Daphne's own father, Cyril Greengrass, had stayed neutral in the first war and pledged his assistance and allegiance to King Harry during the second, had been re-christened Lord Cyril of House Greengrass. Many Houses were re-christened or created in the first month of King Harry's reign but for many, it was a surprise that neither of King Harry's now-former best friends, Granger or Weasley, were given one.

A month after Daphne had turned eighteen, announcements were made that the establishment of King Harry's harem would begin taking in applications for concubines. Her father, in his bid for more power, had secured a position for her. Thus ended Daphne's role of Greengrass heiress and also began her hurried education as King Harry's consort.

It was strange to meet the young man and greet him as wizarding royalty when just a few years ago, he was just a scrawny, quiet orphaned boy, made famous by his parents' death and Harry's own defeat of the Dark Lord. The young man she bowed to oozed confidence and power and Daphne knew she had to make sure that she would one day, become his Queen.

The harem was small – there were only nine of them. Luna Lovegood, a friend of Harry's turned concubine; Susan Bones, the Bones heiress whose aunt had perished in the war against Voldemort; Lavinia Vaisey, a Slytherin two years my senior; Cornelia Winters, a quiet but pleasant looking witch from Ravenclaw; Fleur Delacour, the French Beauxbatons quarter-Veela; Anna Mirfield, a Gryffindor senior of Harry's; Amber Noel, a pretty Gryffindor the same age as Lovegood; Nymphadora Tonks, a descendant of House Black and Daphne herself.

They were assigned individual rooms in west wing of Potter Castle. Thankfully they were not made to share – just in case His majesty, as Daphne and the other young women were to address him unless stated otherwise, fancied a visit to any of the girls. There were more than ten empty rooms for future concubines and many suites for the favoured ones but it went unspoken that they would eventually be in use.

Nymphadora Tonks and Cornelia Winters were given the honorary role of co-House Mothers in deference to their age but both seldom needed to exercise that role. The women were strangers for the most part and nobody wanted to test the waters while everyone figured out their place in the pecking order.

"Do you notice something?" Lavinia whispered to Daphne one afternoon.

Despite what many believed, Slytherins were still human and Daphne had obviously missed something. "What do you mean?"

In Slytherin, they often had to play political and mind games but here, Lavinia was Daphne's only friend and vice versa – if they could not tentatively trust each other, they had no one.

"All of these girls are purebloods or half-bloods of some importance. There are no mudbloods." Lavinia muttered, watching the others carefully.

Women like Nymphadora, Fleur, Anna and Luna, were very vocal against such terms and even Cornelia expressed her disgust as she considered it foul and beneath women to use those words. Lavinia had openly expressed her dislike against the muggleborn and muggle once, only to receive a tongue-lashing from both Nymphadora and Cornelia in front of the other young women – she never spoke of her disdain of muggles and the muggleborn aloud again.

It was like a tale in a story book. The harem was to be kept away from men except from occasional visits by families and even then those would be far and few from what Daphne could deduce. The first month was quiet simply because Lady Narcissa Black-Malfoy felt that all of Harry's consorts were not ready to be presented.

Narcissa Black-Malfoy was yet another enigma. Apparently her actions against the Dark Lord was well-received by King Harry and she was welcomed back to the Black family. When the time came for Judgment, Lucius and Draco Malfoy had been somewhat left alone aside from their lack of invitation to King Harry's court. It spoke volumes that Lady Narcissa Black-Malfoy stood as the Lady in charge of King Harry's harem but without her husband or family being granted similar boons.

Their first official meeting with King Harry was terribly formal. Daphne and the other consorts were woken early to prepare for a late morning meeting with King Harry. It was clear on Amber and Cornelia's faces that they were terrified. Aside from Nymphadora, Luna and to a certain extent Fleur, none of other witches had met Harry in person before and it did not make it any easier that their first meeting would be in front of King Harry's Court. Despite the lack of expression on her face, Daphne was rather anxious as her own interactions with Harry were limited to her sticking with her fellow Slytherins, neither jeering at Harry or stopping Malfoy, on the odd occasion that Draco Malfoy clashed with Harry or the bumbling Ronald Weasley. She could only hope that Harry would judge her from their current and future associations instead.

The Grand Hall was just as large as the Hogwarts' Great Hall, if not bigger. Stone and wood benches littered the alcoves and up against the walls on the left side of the hall and it was on this side of the hall that the Lords and Ladies of King Harry's Court congregated at, with the odd group or three milling in the centre of the Hall.

On the right side nearer the back of the Hall were two tables parallel to one another with maps and scrolls upon them – men like Lord Sirius Black, Lord William and George Weasleys, Lord Neville Longbottom and Director Alastor Moody were solemn-faced as they waved their wands, banishing away anything that were on the tables.

The front half of the right was empty but there were cushioned seats, throw pillows and two low, round tables tastefully arranged and a veil of star-patterned fabric hung from the ceiling, waiting to be released. That was to be the consorts' seating area whenever King Harry wanted his harem present or when there were important trials ongoing. There was a faint tingle of magic around it – Lady Narcissa had explained to the consorts that King Harry, Lord Black and Lord William Weasley had worked on its protection for over a week before it was deemed ready.

Lady Narcissa was at the front and in her element. It was no secret that she adored being in the public eye and as Lady Mistress of the Harem, she would constantly be in the spotlight as the court watched for the rising Queen Consort.

"Our beloved King Harry, may I present your fine lady Consorts?"

Daphne stood tall but kept her eyes down. They were to be presented individually starting with Cornelia. Cornelia and Lavinia were quickly introduced and dismissed back into rank. Nymphadora and Luna were granted a smile as they kissed the rings on his right hand. There was a quick flash of emotion when the two girls had done it but Daphne was not familiar with him to have identified the emotion. Fleur Delacour and Amber went in short order and it was her turn.

"Mistress Daphne Greengrass of the House Greengrass."

Like the others, Daphne had curtseyed but more deeply than she had been instructed to while tilting her head forward slightly to allow her fringe to fall forward, framing her face and highlighting her high cheekbones. "Your majesty," she murmured, loud enough for just both of them, before allowing him to take a good look at her.

Clearly Daphne had made an impression, for his eyes were inquisitive. He gestured for her to stand. Stepping forward, Daphne took his hand to bestow a kiss. She then stepped back and curtseyed deeply once more before returning to the line.

Slightly in awe, Anna's presentation was just as quick as the first few. From there, we were dismissed to the large seating area which was quickly dubbed the Harem Corner by a rather enthusiastic Amber. The women sat in quiet contemplation after Lady Narcissa had curtly told them that King Harry would stop by when he was done with his subordinates.

The curtains proved to be more than a semi-translucent screen when a curious member of the court came up and tried to pry the curtains open. Daphne had been quite amused to see the culprit was unceremoniously blasted away in full view of the court.

"King Harry has arrived," Lady Narcissa returned and announced her king's presence.

Rising quickly, the consorts bowed before straightening up, all of them scattered across the room. King Harry appraised them individually before he gestured for the witches to sit down and he started talking.

"This harem was created for two purposes. One is for the political aspects which explains why some of you to represent your families. The other is obviously biological. I am the king of Magical Britain and I am the sole heir of many Houses – each of them needing their own heir.

His mouth twitched into an almost-smile, "I know some of you must wonder why there are so few of you when many families would have willingly sent their women. I am not one to hide behind lies so I will tell you the truth.

"The nine of you have been chosen to become my Consorts. You will be considered above the concubines – the other women who may join the harem; and have near equal rights as a Queen Consort would have. That being said, one of you will become Queen Consort within the next few years. Until then you are all sister wives, as Lord Black puts it, and I expect you to be every ounce of a Queen-worthy Consort because there will be people watching your every step."

He stopped and glanced almost pityingly at the shaken looks on Amber and Susan's faces. "I may be the King but I am not cruel. If you do not wish to be part of this, you are free to leave now. This is a permanent position – until death parts us, you are bound to me and I will grant you as much love and respect I, as a human being, can give."

There was a white glow around him for a moment. Cornelia gaped at the young man – it was unheard of for an unofficial vow to take form but Harry had done it.

"I will like to get to know each of you over the next few weeks. I assure you for the next year or so, there will be no additions to this harem unless it is to replace a Consort."

With that, he nodded to Nymphadora and Luna before he left the Harem Corner. Daphne had just had her first meeting of King Harry and she had come away not learning anything useful to help her become the Queen Consort.