A/N I am tired of reading these fics where Daphne is a major witch with a capital B and doesn't realize her situation. I am also rather sick of reading fics with authors who say 'not all Slytherins are mean and evil' then write a fic where Harry begins killing everyone and beating up those who live. Being a cold-hearted ass does not make a person cunning or likeable. So I have decided to write a fic that pleases me.

This is a Haphne marriage contract story, but I believe there is a bit of a twist to it.

I am not nor will I ever be a Hermione/harmony fan. Therefore if you like one or both this may not be your story. Read at your own peril.

When I wrote this I was looking at a 2003 calendar and I don't feel like changing it.

'Well Greengrass?' Harry Potter said softly.

'Well Potter?' Daphne Greengrass said coolly with a raised eyebrow. The two Hogwarts students were sitting in an office in Gringotts. Their solicitors and account managers had left them alone to come to a decision.

Harry bit his lip as he assessed her person. She had curly, chocolate-brown hair and bright violet eyes. She had a rather nice tan and pouty, pink lips. He blushed a bit as he realized puberty was doing wonders for her. Clearing his throat he said, 'Look Greengrass I don't know you at all. We have never spoken and well...I am willing to give this a try if you want to.'

Greengrass ran a shaky hand through her locks. 'Here I thought you would outright say no.'

'Why would you think that?' Harry asked curiously. Part of him wanted to say no, he really did, but the idea of keeping such a large amount of money from the Malfoys, and most likely Voldemort, was to enticing to pass up. That and the promise of emancipation.

'I thought you hated Slytherins,' Greengrass said folding her arms over her chest.

Harry shook his head, 'I do...despise most of your house, but I can also admit that your entire house isn't all bad. Pucey and Vaisey behave better than the rest of the Quidditch team. Higgs also...' Harry said with a shrug.

Greengrass swallowed proving to Harry that Slytherins could show emotion. 'Alright Potter. I...we cannot let...let stupid school grudges come in the way of this, okay? You...you can walk away and be happy. I can't just give up. Being Mrs. Harry Potter is a lot better than being Mrs. Neville Longbottom, Mrs. Draco Malfoy, or Merlin forbid a Mrs. Weasley.'

Harry frowned a bit, but said, 'I understand.'

'I hope you do,' Greengrass said softly. 'I want to be mature about this. T-to try to be at...at least friends. Not like our current friendships...I want us to respect each other.'

Harry furrowed his brow, 'I respect my friends.'

'Respect and...and honesty,' Greengrass finished softly. 'I know we are only thirteen...well I am almost fourteen, but I...I think w-we have been through too much already to be childish about this.'

'Greengrass,' Harry began patiently, 'I will try my best...by the way how much do you think Draco wants this money?'

Greengrass smirked, 'A lot.' After a pause she said, 'I think we should keep this a secret.'

Harry, who had been thinking the same thing, asked, 'Why? Not that I disagree, but why do you want to keep this quiet?'

Running a hand through her hair she answered, 'You-Know-Who will be back won't he? I...I have grown up around Death Eaters...'

'Who?' Harry asked in confusion.

'How do you of all people not know what Death Eaters are?' Shaking her head she said, 'You-Know-Who's followers.'

Harry shrugged, 'I never bothered to find out as I have been too busy fighting the leader.' At Greengrass' curious look Harry said, 'Later...can you finish what you were saying?'

'Wha...oh yes...he will be back. If I declare I have a connection to you I will lose any trust I have gained with Malfoy and Parkinson. The longer I have a...friendship with them the more information I can gain,' Greengrass explained. 'Also I don't trust the Headmaster. You two are too close for him to have not explained any of this to you and he may contest our emancipation before this year is up.'

Harry mused on the truth of her last statement for a moment. 'Would you like to sign these papers now or wait until next summer when we know each other better.'

Greengrass squared her shoulders, 'Now. You might change your mind later.'

Harry snorted as he rose to invite everyone back in. 'Have you come to a decision?' Richard Fitzpatrick's deep voice infiltrated the room. He was Harry's solicitor and from what Harry could see he had done a fine job over the years.

'Yes,' Greengrass answered with her head held high. 'We will sign...now.'

As Harry signed his name in blood he said, 'We will be keeping this a secret for as long as possible.' The goblins present sneered, but the solicitors nodded their heads.

'We understand, Mr. Potter,' Ellis Davidson wheezed.

When their business had come to a conclusion Harry left Gringotts with Greengrass. 'What will our last name be?' She asked softly.

'Potter,' Harry stated as if the answer should have been obvious. 'We will have three sons: Potter, Black, and Greengrass.' Harry then blushed beet red as he realized what he said.

'Just making sure,' she declared. The pair walked in silence until she grabbed his arm. 'I said we were to be honest with each other. Can I be honest with you now?' Greengrass asked. Harry nodded although he was a bit nervous. Daphne Greengrass had a reputation for a having a sharp tongue. 'You need new clothes...'

Harry felt his face heat up, but could not deny her statement. 'I planned on buying clothes either today or tomorrow. I had gone to Gringotts to find out just how much money I owned. That's how Arcturus Black and the marriage contract came up.'

'Good,' Greengrass said.

'You w-want to have some ice cream? Or do you need to get home?' Harry asked.

'My step-mother and sister have gone on holiday. I would like some ice cream,' Greengrass said softly.

'Let's go,' Harry said as the walked in the direction of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.

'Mr. Potter,' Florean Fortescue's voice boomed. 'What can I get for you today?'

'Err...what would you like?' Harry asked Greengrass.

'Coconut milk ice cream,' Greengrass said.

'Can I have the lemon ice cream and the one she wants, please?' Harry asked Fortescue.

'Coming right up.' The two teens descended into silence until their ice creams were brought forth. 'Here you go.' Harry reached into his pocket, 'Not today, Mr. Potter.'

Harry smiled, 'It's no problem...' but Fortescue was already walking away.

'The perks of being Harry Potter,' Greengrass mumbled. 'Do you ever take advantage of that?' Greengrass asked curiously.

'No,' Harry answered.

'What about at Hogwarts? I don't necessarily believe Snape, but...' Greengrass trailed off.

'I get away with a lot at school, but I'm usually trying to save it so...' Harry shrugged.

'So all those rumours are true?' Greengrass asked. 'Good. You will have some experience over Black.'

Harry raised an eyebrow, 'I know he is a madman and all that, but why would I need experience over Black? Unless you are speaking in general terms?'

Greengrass' violet eyes narrowed, 'You don't know, do you?'

'I don't know what?' Harry asked slowly.

'You don't know why Black was in Azkaban?' Greengrass asked in the same slow manner.

'He killed thirteen people,' Harry said.

'Potter...H-Harry please stay calm after I tell you this,' Greengrass said. 'He...Sirius Black was sent to Azkaban for betraying your parents to Voldemort. He was their Secret Keeper.'

'What is a Secret Keeper?' Harry asked softly.

'It is part of the Fidelius Charm. It is a charm to hide a person's location. The charm is put up and a trustworthy person is given the secret and only he can give it away,' Greengrass explained hesitantly.

Harry clenched his jaw while looking down at his hands. After a pause Harry said to no one in particular, 'They had to be friends.'

'Yes,' Greengrass answered.

Harry's stomach was churning. He was sickened by the fact that Sirius Black had betrayed his own friends...Harry's parents. He took deep, calming breaths to settle his stomach.

'You have control over him now,' Greengrass said softly. 'The man is the last Black, but he was disowned long ago.'

'Oh,' Harry said, 'but that doesn't make me feel better.' After eating a spoon of his ice cream he said, 'Thank you for telling me.'

'You are welcome.' Clearing her throat she asked, 'Can I make a request?'

'What?'

'Do not tell Granger and Weasley,' Greengrass said firmly.

Green eyes looked up sharply, 'No.'

'Potter...hear me out...don't tell them...at least right away,' Greengrass flipped her hair off her shoulder. 'At least wait for them to tell you.'

'How would they know?' Harry asked dubiously.

'Potter...Granger I am sure, like every other girl, has read countless books about you. Considering the girl enjoys history I know she has read at least one thing concerning you and Sirius Black...and well Weasley...he grew up in the Wizarding World.'

'They wouldn't know and not tell me,' Harry stated with conviction.

'Fine Potter, but I have plans for my future. I need to know who I can trust,' Greengrass said.

'What sort of plans?' Harry asked curiously.

'Well...they have changed now that I nor my sister will be marrying Malfoy. I guess...I have always dreamed...I grew up being told I would marry Malfoy at best and Longbottom or Potter at worst. I guess I have always seen myself as being the envy of every woman in magical Britain,' Greengrass explained. Looking Harry directly in his eye she said, 'And I will not be held back by my future husband who himself holds back because his friend can't help but be upstaged.'

Harry blushed, 'I don't want to be seen...'

'Yet you play quidditch to the best of your ability,' Greengrass said. 'Why don't you want to be seen Potter? Not that you can stop it. You are Harry Potter after all.'

'I want to be normal,' Harry huffed.

Greengrass' features were marred by incredulity, 'Why would you want to be normal? Where is the fun in being normal?' Shaking her head she said, 'You should just accept it and take advantage of it. You have so much power at the tip of your fingers I want you to use it. Take advantage of it. Be daring and ambitious.'

Harry refused to squirm in his seat at her glare therefore he changed the subject, 'Tell me about your family.'

'Fine...I am a tenth generation pureblood. The Greengrass family originated in Greece hence my and my sister's names. Every Greengrass has a Grecian name...my mother was an Italian pureblood...'

'You said something about a step-mother?'

'She's Astoria's mother...' Greengrass said softly.

'May I ask what happened to your mother?' She had said was, which immediately made Harry suspicious.

'She died...giving birth to me,' Greengrass all but whispered.

'I'm sorry,' Harry told her. 'Where is your dad?'

Greengrass sniffed, 'He died about four years ago. That's why I can come here by myself and sign those papers.'

Harry cleared his throat, 'I...when is your birthday?'

'30 September.'

'Did you have parties for your birthday before Hogwarts?' Harry asked curiously.

'Sometimes, but most times it would be me and father having cupcakes in my room,' Greengrass said with a bit of sadness.

Harry felt as if his foot would never leave his mouth. 'Well what electives did you choose?'

'Arithmancy, Runes, and Muggle Studies,' Greengrass said. 'I wanted to take Creatures, but it did not fit into my schedule. You?'

'Creatures and Divination,' Harry shrugged.

Greengrass grimaced, 'I hear the Divination's Professor is off her rocker. It could be a great subject if the Professor was...better.' Shrugging she said, 'Who knows if the rumors about the Department of Mysteries is true.'

'What is that?' Harry asked.

'The DOM is a department in the Ministry of Magic. It really is a mysterious department and no one, but those who work down there, knows what really goes on,' Greengrass explained. 'It is said they research and experiment on any and everything. They might develop new things like spells and potions.'

'How do you get to work in the DOM?' Harry asked with a bit of interest.

'They come to collect you,' Greengrass stated, 'and they only take the best.'

'Would you like to work down there?' Harry asked as he was a bit interested himself.

'Maybe,' Greengrass said. 'But with our current education...'

Harry was suddenly hit with an idea. Biting his lip Harry said, 'Where do you want to live when...you know...after we marry?'

'I don't want to live with my step-mother and sister, but that is the only place we can live, right?'

Harry shook his head, 'Someone named Marius Black left me a house in Hampshire and my family's old manor needs to be renovated. The Black townhouse in London apparently needs to be cleaned up according to Arcturus Black.'

'Where is your family manor located?' Greengrass asked with interest.

'Northern Nottinghamshire,' Harry said. He smiled as Greengrass shivered. 'I was thinking maybe we can have it renovated during the year and this summer. I can speak with Mr. Fitzpatrick about it.'

'But we only have our trusts...'

Harry thought for a moment, 'How much would a basilisk sell for?'

'Gryffindors,' Greengrass sighed in exasperation. 'Where, Potter, will we get a basilisk from?'

Harry smirked, 'Why the Chamber of Secrets of course.'

'I...I...what...so it is...it's real!' Greengrass sputtered.

Harry nodded, 'Yup!'

'Can you show me?' Greengrass asked as her eyes sparked with excitement.

'When we get it cleaned out,' Harry said. 'I never got to explore it. I saved...' Harry shut his mouth with a click.

Greengrass raised a brow as she leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. 'You saved...? Come Potter, there will be no secrets in this marriage.'

Harry hesitated, 'Not right now.' Greengrass' eyes narrowed at an attempt in intimidation, but Harry would not break. Her glare was nothing to that of a basilisk, Voldemort, or even Dumbledore's unnerving stare. 'You need to work at that,' Harry suggested in an offhand manner. 'Observe Snape and McGonagall if you need help.'

Huffing she said, 'Fine.'

'Anyway, I was thinking that maybe if we get the house renovated we can hire tutors or practice ourselves,' Harry said. 'No one pays attention to what I do anyway...what about your step-mother and...Astoria is it?'

'Yes, and my step-mother is Cosma.'

Harry shook his head, 'Our children will have regular names.'

'Nuh uhh,' Greengrass said shaking her head. 'I think we should at least uphold the Black tradition of using stars and constellations, but ...'

'I want Leo...'

'...no Leo.' Harry smiled while Greengrass sniffed. 'We will talk about this later.'

'Hmm...if you say so dear,' Harry stated absent mindedly. He grinned as she continued to glare. 'I think you will be glaring a lot.'

Pursuing her lips she said, 'I think you will be annoying...'

Harry nodded his shaggy head enthusiastically, 'Yup.'

'...and don't call me dear.'

'Yes, sweetheart,' Harry smiled innocently.

Greengrass then looked at her watch. 'It is only the early afternoon. Would you like to go shopping for a bit?'

Not looking up to see the glint in his companion's eye, Harry shrugged, 'Sure let's go.'

'Never again,' Harry grumbled as he stumbled into his room at the Leaky Cauldron. 'Crazy girl.' Sneering he imitated his betrothed, '"No not that...now try this one..."' Throwing his hands in the air he said, 'Gah! Last time I call her sweetheart. She's the bloody devil.'

Harry sat down on his bed with a groan. The pair had been shopping for almost the entire afternoon. The green-eyed boy wanted to throttle Greengrass by the middle of it and he was sure she knew it. 'She probably took delight in it.'

Harry rifled through his things looking for his new glasses. They were square, rimless glasses and he was happy to have them. He shoved the new ones in his face after throwing Petunia's cheap, ugly ones on the ground. After a moment of hesitation, Harry stepped in the glasses while smiling vindictively. 'No more of those,' he crowed aloud.

Harry looked at the many bags littering the floor and shook his head before moving to sort them all out. As he did so he thought over his conversation with Greengrass. Maybe he could add Runes or Arithmancy to his schedule. Greengrass was taking both and...Muggle Studies. Harry paled, 'What if she learns about muggle London?' Harry took a deep breath promising himself he would pretend to be sick or...or take a poison.

He shook his head as he calmed. Harry nodded in approval as he looked at an indigo and white striped shirt. He continued to fold his clothing thinking that he could buy a book tomorrow on each subject.

Harry's mind turned to her accusing him of holding back. He frowned as he contemplated exactly why he held back. He just wanted to be normal; unnoticed; in the shadows. That was what he was used to. That was all he had ever been...unnoticed; in the shadows.

He dropped the trousers he had been holding as he thought about why he had always stayed in the shadows. The Dursleys had said so and growing up he had no choice but to listen. Harry snorted bitterly. Growing up all he had wanted was to be noticed. Now...well now he had all the attention in the world and he didn't want it. The Dursleys believed in normalcy. They relished in it. They went out of their way to deny any and all abnormalities. Even blood.

Hadn't he dreamed of being noticed; of one day stepping out of the shadows and proving the Dursleys wrong? Hadn't he always wanted to be something besides that weird kid with the bad clothes, ugly glasses, and no friends? No one had ever noticed him on Privet Drive unless it was to scorn and deried him. Harry frowned as he thought on how it was possibly time for him to let go.

He remembered a quote on a teacher's wall in primary school. Every day he would read that quote. Everyday until he moved up to Grade 3. Since then he had forgotten that quote. Now it was in the forefront of his mind. Be not afraid of greatness...

Two days later Harry was reading a book on Runes in his room after breakfast. Someone rapped on the door startling him. 'Potter...open the door!' Harry frowned at the voice.

'Greengrass,' Harry said opening the door. 'I thought we were keeping our...alliance a secret?'

'Oh...no one saw me,' Greengrass said as she plopped down on his bed. 'I know the point-me spell and I just recently learned the notice-me-not charm.'

'How could you recently learn the notice-me-not charm?' Harry asked.

Greengrass smirked, 'Children growing up in a magical home can practice magic whenever they want.'

'That's not fair,' Harry protested. 'What about the rest of us?'

'If everything goes as planned you will be able to practice magic at home next year too,' Greengrass said pinching his cheeks.

Harry batted her hand away, 'It's still not fair.'

Greengrass waved her hand about, 'My step-mother has often told me that life isn't fair.'

Harry grumbled, 'What are you doing here?'

'I thought I would stop by,' Greengrass said. 'I left you alone yesterday to recuperate,' she finished with a smirk.

Harry huffed and rolled his eyes. 'We will never do that again.'

Greengrass shook her curls, 'Nope. We have to shop for furniture for the manor.'

'No,' Harry protested vehemently.

'Fine,' Greengrass conceded. 'But I don't want you complaining when I decorate the house in green and silver.'

'I am coming to despise you,' Harry said with a lift of his chin.

Greengrass smiled, but then said, 'Honestly, what needs to be done to the manor?'

'From what Fitzpatrick says it's still standing, but it is in need of serious repairs. He has only recently seen it as the wards are beginning to fail. Apparently I need to go and throw some blood around it or something. My grandfather stored some furnishings as well as the library in a vault. Most of it will go on the dining room and living room or a dining room and a living room,' Harry explained confused.

Daphne wasn't confused, 'Okay, we...you have to figure out how the wards work and you should definitely take Runes and Arithmancy for that. I doubt I will be able to understand anything about them as I am not a Potter by blood. The furnishings are most likely antique and have probably been in your family for years. The question is why they stored them and the library away. There is most likely two of each rooms: one for the family and one for entertaining.' After a pause she said, 'Do you think we can go there anytime before school starts?'

'I have a portkey and I guess we could use a floo to get back,' Harry said. 'But we would have to go early one morning. I don't think anyone is watching me, but it wouldn't hurt to be cautious.'

'Gryffindors being cautious?' Greengrass teased. 'Merlin.' Harry just stuck out his tongue.

Harry shrugged, 'No one is dying or in danger so I can be cautious.'

Greengrass frowned in contemplation, 'Should you not be cautious in a life and death situation?'

'Most likely,' Harry agreed. 'But when you have nothing left to lose you should throw cation to the wind. I have been in that situation more often than not.'

'When? Greengrass asked curiously.

Harry hesitated, 'You have to promise not to tell...yet.'

Greengrass gave Harry a serious look, 'I will not tell your secrets Pot...Harry. I have too much to lose to be untrustworthy.'

Harry nodded, 'Thank you. I will keep your secrets as well...Daphne.' Shrugging he said, 'Alright Greengrass,' she snorted, 'have you ever heard of the philosopher's stone and Nicholas Flamel?' Harry then proceeded to tell the story of his first year.

Green...Daphne's eyes were wide when he finished. 'You are...out of your mind, Potter, and Dumbledore is even crazier.' Furrowing her brow she asked, 'Why did you go after the stone?'

Harry bit his lip, 'Because I...Hogwarts is...it is the only home I know. I did not want Voldemort to rise and take it over.'

Green...Daphne's face softened, 'A-are you...do the muggles...the muggles don't welcome you.'

Harry closed his eyes, 'They don't like me and I don't like them.'

Green...Daphne reached over and touched his shoulder. People rarely touched him and when they did he felt uncomfortable. 'Well...I guess it is a good thing we are renovating your family manor. I kind of dislike the people I live with as well.'

'Why?' Harry asked. 'My step mother is well...she is...we never got along. I just don't like her. And Astoria...well let's just say she would be a perfect wife for Malfoy.' She looked at him, 'Why don't you like your relatives.'

'They don't like magic,' Harry said simply.

'Did they...' She hesitated, but Harry kept his eyes closed. 'Can I ask what they did to you?'

Harry clenched his jaw for a moment. 'Enough,' he answered softly. 'They did enough.'

'Were you ever hit?'

'A few times, but I have learned the hard way how to duck.'

'Hmm,' Gree...Daphne hummed. 'You can do something to change that.'

'Like what?' Harry asked in confusion.

'Wizarding Britain has few laws that protect children from child abuse,' Gree...Daphne said. 'You can use some of your fame and future political power to change that. We can also do something about orphans, but we can plan that later.'

'That sounds alright,' Harry said.

Clearing her throat she said, 'I was never hit I've just been insulted for years. Subtle, but they were there.'

'There was nothing subtle about the way I was insulted. As early as I can remember it has been clear I was never welcomed at Privet Drive.' For some reason he felt comfortable talking to Gree...Daphne. Maybe it was because she was talking about her dislike for her own relatives. Or maybe it was because she wasn't throwing out advice from a book. Or maybe it was because she was simply listening and not recommending some other activity to avoid the subject altogether.

Harry, tired of the subject, asked, 'Yesterday you said I was the best option for a husband. Why?'

Gre...Daphne twirled her hair around her finger, 'I would rather not be a Mrs. Weasley. I have grown up in luxury and for the most part I have always received whatever I wanted. No matter the cost.'

'They are nice people,' Harry said softly.

Gr...Daphne shrugged, 'I would not know. What I do know is that the current Mrs. Weasley does not work and her children are wearing second-hand clothing. Don't you see something wrong with that?' As violet eyes met green she said, 'Cedrella Weasley née Black did not work. Madeline Prewett née Bones did not work. Muriel Prewett never worked and Molly Weasley née Prewett does not work.

'The Bones family has all but lost their fortune thus Amelia Bones works and works hard. The Prewetts still are pretty wealthy, but I believe Muriel refuses and Lucretia Prewett née Black refused to give the money. Have you been in their home?' At Harry's nod she asked, 'Does Molly Weasley do all the cooking and the cleaning?'

'Yes,' Harry said with confusion.

'They are probably as old fashioned as Narcissa and Augusta, except they have no money. Narcissa is Draco's mother and she was born a Black. The youngest female in the family. She went from rich to filthy rich. While that is nice and all I refuse to be the wife of Draco Malfoy: a boy who depends on others to fight his battles. And...he is entirely to worried about you.' Tilting her head she said, 'I guess he fancies himself your dark arch nemesis, which he is most certainly not. As for Longbottom...well he is afraid of his own shadow. I would also have to deal with Augusta "the harridan" Longbottom.'

'So what you are saying is that I am the easiest because I am a rich orphan who will allow you to work?' Harry asked with narrowed green eyes.

'In a way, but not entirely. I know next to nothing about your mother, but Dorea Black was a very good herbologist and I don't think your grandfather discouraged her. I have heard your mother was excellent in potions and charms, though, and she wanted a mastery in both. What I am saying is the Potter fortune wasn't just built on thievery, dowries, and men's work. Even if you weren't an orphan I doubt you would want just a brood mare and/or a housewife. With those other three I am afraid I would be just that. Sometimes the things Malfoy says are just so...I heard him refer to herbology as servant and woman's work.'

'You are saying Narcissa Malfoy, Augusta Longbottom, and Molly Weasley are all alike?' Harry asked with amusement. Even if he did not know two out of three he did think, with a bit of guilt, that it would be entertaining to see Malfoy and Ron's faces if anyone just let that slip.

'Yes, they are old fashioned and would expect me to do whatever my husband says,' Gr...Daphne said.

Harry raised an eyebrow, 'The vow says love, honor, and obey. I expect you to do as you are told.' Violet eyes narrowed as Harry grinned, 'You know, I don't despise you as much as I used to.'

The next day Harry snuck out of the Leaky Cauldron at dawn under his invisibility cloak. He walked to Gringotts and saw Gr...Daphne waiting outside. Harry watched her for a moment. She wore a forest green shirt and black trousers. She wore a sandals in her feet showing the world her pink painted toenails. Her curly hair was in a loose, messy braid. A bag sat next to her, which must likely contained the floo powder.

After a few minutes he realized he was staring. He walked up to her, 'Greengrass.'

She startled and her eyes widened. 'Potter,' She breathed.

'Yeah, I'm under my invisibility cloak,' Harry whispered. 'Come on.'

As she stood she said, 'You have a lot of explaining to do Potter.'

'We are going to walk to the edge of Knockturn.' The two walked in silence until they reached the sign that said "Knockturn Alley."

Harry then threw the cloak over her head startling her. 'Potter!' She hissed.

Harry grinned and drawled, 'Yes?' She glared causing his grin to widen. He stopped grinning as he took in a deep breath. 'Coconuts?' He asked softly.

'Yes.'

Harry nodded and blushed, 'Smells good.' Clearing his throat he said, 'You touch the key right?'

'Yes Potter.'

Harry nodded as Daphne placed a hand on the key, 'Either by gentleness or by force.' There was a flash of blue light and Harry felt a hooking sensation behind his naval as he and Daphne were swept up in a swirl of blue light. Harry stumbled and fell. He grumbled as he looked up to the brunette, who shook with laughter. 'Not funny.'

Still giggling she said, 'Stick your leg forward whenever you floo or portkey. Do it as if you are walking. They were designed for battle.'

Harry nodded, still grumbling. Then he looked around to where they were standing. 'Grass needs watering,' Harry stated. 'Or just...a lot of help.' The two thirteen year olds had landed in the front of the estate, but on the right side. From what the could see the grass had for the most part turned brown and whatever gardens had been in place died long ago.

'Indeed,' Daphne said.

Harry shrugged, 'Well we certainly won't be holding any tea parties for a good few years. We have time to straighten it out.'

'Ooohhh,' Daphne whispered standing on her toes, 'greenhouses.'

Harry nodded as his head turned towards the manor. 'Nice,' Harry stuff with approval.

'Not bad for being abandoned for over a decade,' Daphne said. 'Some preservation charms must have been in place.' The large chateauesque manor had been built with white limestone that had rusted, but not bad enough to have begun over twelve or thirteen years ago.

'Let's go inside.'

'Hmm...new doors?' Daphne asked to which Harry gave a nod.

'Black,' Harry said immediately.

'We can paint it black with white accents,' Daphne agreed. The floor was black marble. The spiral staircase, which had two more landings, was made of white limestone as well. 'What about a white carpet.'

'Yes.' Harry bit his lip, 'A basilisk will pay for this right?'

'Restoration should not cost five million gallons,' Daphne said dryly but not unkindly.

'Oh well,' Harry blushed a bit. 'Twenty five million pounds...bloody hell.' Shaking his head he said, 'Fitzpatrick will handle that and the goblins...'

'To save money we can have house elves to do all the work,' Daphne stated.

'Sounds good to me,' Harry said.

For the next two hours Harry and Daphne investigated the entire house. 'Let's not paint the entire thing black,' Harry said as they investigated a dining room. 'We can have some of the walls in here white with black...accents you called them?' Daphne hummed in agreement. They left the color they wanted written on the walls. They agreed for the most part on everything. The problem came with the master bedroom.

'Well Greengrass?'

'Well Potter?' Was the cool response.

'I say scarlet and gold.' Harry really just wanted her reaction.

'I won't come in here,' Daphne said with conviction.

'What the devil do I want you...' Harry closed his eyes as he felt his face heat up. He glared when he heard her laughing. 'Shut up.'

Straightening her face she said, 'Come Potter. One day you will throw me on that bed and we will have rough, hot...sex.' As she spoke she walked. She whispered the last word in his ear causing Harry to squirm. 'Now Potter, what say you to blue?'

Harry took a deep breath to calm himself. After a moment he swallowed harshly and said, 'Dark blue and silver.'

Harry and Daphne then investigated the grounds a bit more. There was a stable on the left side of the estate.

'Can you ride a horse?' Harry asked the brown-haired girl standing next to him.

She shook her head, 'We can learn one day.'

Harry shrugged, 'My broomstick is all I need.'

Greengrass scoffed, 'Try not to break your neck this year, hmmm?'

'I'll try dear, but you know me.'

'Speaking of broomsticks,' Daphne said pointing to the back of land, 'there is your pitch.' Harry just wanted to squeal.

After looking around a bit more Harry said, 'Let's go. I should be getting back.'

Daphne nodded and the two companions retreated to the living room to use the fireplace in there. 'Incendio,' Harry said with a wave of his wand.

'We should go together,' Daphne said. 'Put that cloak on.' Harry and Daphne stepped into the floo after Daphne threw the power in. 'The Leaky Cauldron.' Daphne almost growled as they stumbled from the floo.

'Come on, Potter,' Harry walked upstairs with Daphne albeit a bit awkwardly.

As soon as they entered his room Harry fell on his bed with a sigh. 'Tired.'

'What are you tired from?' Daphne asked curiously. 'It is only 7:33.'

Harry rolled over to look at her face, 'I was up all night dreaming of you.'

Daphne snorted, 'You can do better.'

Harry shrugged, 'I was reading my Runes book. It is actually quite interesting. Speaking of which...' Harry jumped up and began to pen a note to McGonagall.

As he was finishing he felt Daphne over his shoulder, 'You should work on your letters.' Harry scowled. 'It's messy.'

'Quiet,' Harry said. 'Pens are so much easier than this.'

'What are pens?' The curly-haired girl asked.

'Muggle writing utensil. Has the ink already inside it,' Harry explained.

'How?' Daphne asked.

'Something to do with air pressure,' Harry said airly. 'I can't remember as I was only...ten maybe? I'll show you a pen one day.'

'Exciting,' she drawled sarcastically.

'Yes,' Harry said with a nod. 'You have something to look forward to.'

'Prat.''

Harry flashed her a smile as he tied the missive to Hedwig's leg. 'Take that to Professor McGonagall okay girl?' Hedwig gave Harry' finger an affectionate nip. Smiling Harry said, 'See you later, girl.'

'I'm a bit jealous,' Daphne said. 'Who would have thought an owl would be my competition?' Harry gave her a blank look. Shaking her head she said, 'You don't even realize do you?' Sighing she said, 'Alright Potter, we need to talk.'

'About?' Harry asked.

'Friends and allies,' Daphne said. Folding her arms she said, 'No one knows about this marriage contract because Arcturus Black and my grandfather created this right after the war. I think my grandfather thought he would name Draco as his heir, but it was you. Therefore we will be sought after...highly sought after. One thing we have to watch out for are the poor families.'

Harry huffed, 'The Weasleys are good people.'

Daphne sighed, 'Okay, but still watch your back. My father told me money was power. When those families lose their money they lose a great portion of their power. You have a lot of money and power and people notice you. Therefore any connection to you gives them notice.'

'Do you know how they lost their money?' Harry asked.

'Bad business deal with the Malfoys,' Daphne said.

'Figures,' Harry said with a shake of his head. 'Any other poor families I need to watch out for?'

'Davis, Bones has lost a lot of money, MacNair lost quite a bit after the war, Carrow as well, the Ackerman family has been declining for generations, there are a few others, but I will point them out if we ever meet.' Twirling her hair she said, 'The second type of family you have to pay attention to is the one with is the one with daughters such as: Turpin, Bones, Green, McLaughlin, Robertson, Abbott, Bulstrode, and many others.'

'There are a several families that have only boys and single heirs: Goldstein, Entwhistle, McMillan, Longbottom, Davies, Diggory, Price, Young, and a few others I cannot recall at the moment.'

'What...viper...am I supposed to do with that list of names?' Harry asked smiling sweetly.

'Find two friends from the last group and work from there...cupcake,' Daphne smirked.

Harry frowned before looking up with an idea, 'Violet and Emerald.'

'What?' Daphne asked in confusion.

'Code names, Violet, code names,' Harry stated happily.

Daphne rolled her eyes, 'Which two will you choose?'

Harry shrugged, 'Not McMillan don't trust him.'

'Hmm...I'm wary of the Puffs myself.' At Harry's questioning look she explained, 'Sure it's natural for the snakes to treat you like dirt, but the Puffs...well they were vicious,' Daphne stated. 'Shocking really considering there are as many purebloods in Hufflepuff as there are in Slytherin. I am also positive a number of Death Eaters came from Hufflepuff.'

Harry tilted his head, 'You have been quite vicious.'

Daphne blushed, 'I'm sorry...' She bit her lip uncharacteristically, 'Slytherin is all about hierarchy and well...I am trying to change, but I cannot do so...so very much...as long as Lucius Malfoy has power, and Draco and Shape by default, us Slytherins can only do so much...and nice is not part of it. I'm only a thirteen year old...'

Harry folded his arms and stared at Daphne intently, 'What is your game, Greengrass? What is your ultimate goal?'

'Success, greatness, and power,' Daphne answered immediately.

'How will you achieve your...ends Slytherin?' Harry asked with narrowed eyes.

Daphne smiled sweetly, 'Cunning, hard work, knowledge and daring.' Staring at Harry intently she said, 'Oh...and my future husband of course.' Narrowing her eyes she said, 'Now, Potter, what is your goal?'

'Happiness,' Harry said softly. 'If you can make me happy I will stand with you.' Harry held out his hand and the two shook on it.

Harry and Daphne did not see each other for the rest of the summer. Her step-mother and sister had come back home and she did not wish to give them any need for suspicion. As he had nothing better to do he studied a book on curses, hexes, and jinxes he bought from Flourish and Blotts. It was hell being the primary object of mass murderers and psychopaths.

At the beginning of the last week in August, Harry received a letter from Richard Fitzpatrick.

Mr. Potter,

Work on Potter House will begin at the beginning of October. Confidentiality agreements are in the process of being drafted. Everything you want done has been written and copied by my assistant. If all goes according to plan you should be able to furnish your home by Yule.

I have taken the liberty of acquiring you a few house elves. One in particular was keen to work for you, a Dobby. Good luck with that one. The other ones are named Linky, Tank, Bo, and Pip. I recommend taking Tank on as your personal house elf.

I will have the cost for all the work no later than 15 September.

Yours truly,

R. T. Fitzpatrick

Harry wrote a reply, but his mind was occupied with Daphne's birthday. He wasn't sure if he should get her something and he had no one to talk to. Thus he decided to err on the side of caution and buy her a gift.

He made his way to Madam Primpernelle's Beautifying Potions. He saw shampoos, conditioners and a few things that made him blush. Feeling a tap on his shoulder he turned to see a short, but beautiful red head. 'Do you need help young man?'

'Err...yes. I need a gift for a...a friend,' Harry explained hesitantly.

'A special friend?' The woman asked.

'Uhh...yeah.'

'Is there a price range?'

Harry hesitated, 'Depends on what you have?'

Looking him up and down she said, 'Come with me.'

Harry followed her to the front of the shop where she pulled out a sample of a fragrance. She sprayed it and said, 'This is a limited edition fragrance. I can give you a complete set with body wash, body butter, and this fragrance. A lovely mixture of coconuts, jasmine, and vanilla. The reason it is limited edition is because it contains veela tears and fairy dust.'

'How much?' Harry asked. He knew this had to be expensive.

'198G, 9S, and 22K,' the woman answered.

Harry sighed and hoped Daphne would appreciate it.

As the last week of August came to a close Harry greeted many of his Hogwarts' peers. Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas had been ogling the new international broomstick: the Firebolt. He walked past the Longbottoms nervously as the grandmother scolded Neville for losing his toad once more.

He even ran into Kevin Entwhistle and was introduced to his parents: William and Rebecca Entwhistle. He even invited him to share a compartment on Monday.

'Potter,' someone said as they sat down at his table at Fortescue's.

Harry looked up into the pale face of Michael Corner. 'Corner,' Harry greeted.

'Can I sit?' Corner asked.

'Go right ahead.' Harry went back to his book on curses as he contemplated why Corner wanted to sit at his table. 'How are you Corner?' Harry asked momentarily looking up from his book.

'I'm good, Potter. Ready for school to start,' the dark brown-haired boy answered as he played with his chocolate ice cream. Harry looked back down at his book to continue his reading. The ball was is Corner's court now. The green-eyed boy heard a sigh. 'Potter can I ask you a question?'

Harry looked up with a raised eyebrow. 'Yes?' He drawled.

'Why don't you wear your ring?' Corner almost demanded.

Harry decided to play dumb, 'What ring?'

A beat. 'What do you mean "what ring?" I am talking about your family ring,' Corner stated a tad bit harshly.

'I have just learned about a family ring,' Harry said firmly.

'How could you not know about your family ring?' Corner asked dubiously. 'You are Harry Potter The Boy...'

'...who did not know about magic until 31 July 2001,' Harry answered. 'Now, you seem to take offense to me not wearing my ring. If you knew about the ring why didn't you say anything before now? I know we have hardly spoken, but as you are highly upset why did it take you almost three years to ask this question?'

Corner seemed to squirm as Harry's eyes narrowed, 'We all thought...'

'You all thought? The students of Hogwarts seem to have this problem of thinking incorrectly about me,' Harry said softly. Harry leaned back in his seat and folded his arms over his chest, 'You seem to be the spokesperson for whatever group you are representing. Well alright then tell them and they can tell their friends: I was completely muggle raised and I have the knowledge of a muggleborn. If they have a question for me they can bloody well ask, but if it is none of their business I will tell them so. Tell them last year was their final straw. I will not forgive the taunting or the attacks again. Got it?'

Corner nodded his head, 'You are more than you appear to be Potter.'

Harry just inclined his head. The two descended into silence until someone yelled Harry's name. 'Harry! HARRY!' He turned and saw Ron and Hermione coming his way. Before he knew it he was being engulfed in a bone crushing hug by Hermione. Almost immediately she began her usual chatter. Harry heard something about her being pleased to see him and something about Marge.

As Hermione came to a finish Ron thumped him on the back. 'How's it going, mate?'

'I'm fine,' Harry answered softly.

Behind him Corner cleared his throat, 'You blew up your aunt, Potter?' He sounded awfully amused.

'She was being rude,' Harry said flippantly.

Corner snorted. He nodded at Ron and Hermione, 'Granger, Weasley.' Scooping up his last bit of his ice cream he said, 'I will see you around. Potter, feel free to stop by tomorrow.'

Harry nodded, 'Alright, but don't forget my message.' Corner nodded his head once more as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and began to leave.

'Harry?' Hermione poked him hard in the side. 'What was that about.'

'Nothing.' His annoyance with that poke must have bled through for Hermione shot him a look. Harry gave her one back. He hated when people poked him like that. Petunia used to poke him often when he was younger. As Hermione let go of his person he sat back down in his seat.

As he picked his book off the table Ron said, 'Are you reading mate?'

Harry nodded, 'Yeah.'

Hermione reached out and snatched the book from Harry's hands. Harry gritted his teeth, but said nothing. 'This is a book on curses, Harry,' Hermione said slowly.

Harry nodded his head and, in the same slow manner, said, 'I know Hermione. I was reading the book.' He then grabbed the book from her hands and put in back in his knapsack.

'That is advanced magic,' she said. Once again she spoke slowly. Harry knew she was trying to make a point without actually stating it, but he wanted her to spell it out for him. She was hesitant to do so, however, for she said, 'Well...if you need any help...'

Harry nodded, 'Thanks Hermione.'

'We need to go to the Menagerie...' Hermione and Ron looked at Harry expectantly. Harry rolled his eyes as he gathered his things.

As they walked to the pet store Hermione finally noticed his clothing and glasses. 'When did you buy those?'

Harry shrugged, 'Last week.'

'I hope you aren't spending your money needlessly Harry,' Hermione began to lecture. 'You will need that money to last a long while.' Harry had started to correct her, but decided against it. He still felt uncomfortable talking about money in front of Ron...or any Weasley.

Ron huffed, 'His trust fund is hardly small, Hermione.'

Harry could hear Hermione rolling her eyes. 'It is not about the size of his trust fund. He still needs to learn how to manage his money...'

Harry finally cleared his throat, 'I would appreciate you not discussing my finances. Thank you.'

'I am trying to help you Harry,' Hermione stated.

Harry nodded his head, 'I know how to ask Hermione.'

Hermione shot Harry a hurt look, but Harry refused to feel guilt. He was finally out of those horrid rags and he could see the world better than he ever had. He would not feel guilty for indulging in things she had access to all her life.

By the time the trio left the Magical Menagerie Harry felt a headache coming on. Hermione bought a small tiger trying to pass himself off as a cat. Naturally said cat had it out for her friend's pet rat. Harry really wanted to scream.

By dinner time Hermione and Ron had ceased arguing and had settled on shooting glares at each other. Harry shared an eye roll with Fred and George. The twins were sitting across from him and Harry rarely had conversations with them. 'Ready for your OWLs?'

The twins sighed at the same time. 'Yeah Harry old pal...'

'We are ready...'

'With a plan in mind.'

'What type of plan do you have?' Harry asked warily.

'A great plan...'

'We will split our OWLs.'

Harry shook his head. The twins were really good at magic, but their stunts were insane and he feared they would drive their mother to a stroke. 'You will each get what? Two or three OWLs?'

'Three each,' they said together.

'What is your plan after school?' Harry asked curiously. They would make good beaters, but he believed only Angelina, Oliver, and maybe Katie wanted to go pro.

'Open a joke shop...'

'But mum wants us to work for the Ministry.'

Harry bit his lip as he came up with a plan of his own. 'I have seen some of your pranks and they are really good. How about we make a deal?' The twins looked interested and Harry lowered his voice, 'I have a lot of money and nothing to do with it. You two look like a good investment, but I can hardly invest in two people with three OWLs a piece. If you each get six OWLs with an EE or higher I will invest in you.'

The more Harry spoke the wider their eyes became. 'Harry mate...' Fred began to protest.

'It's a business deal,' Harry said softly. 'If you hold up your end of the deal we can talk next summer or whenever you are ready?'

The twins nodded, 'We will talk next summer.'

That night Harry was in his bedroom when Ron burst into it. 'Have you seen Scabber's rat tonic?'

Harry shook his head, 'I think you left it downstairs.'

Ron huffed, 'I'll go get. I need to get away from Percy anyway.'

Ron slammed the door as he left leaving Harry to shake his head in exasperation. Locking charms, Harry thought. A few minutes later Harry heard Ron stomping up the stairs. Opening his door he asked, 'Did you get it?'

Ron seemed shaky and confused. 'Wha...oh umm...yeah.' He lifted the tonic so Harry could see.

'Is everything alright?' Harry asked. Upon further inspection Harry noted Ron's pale parlor.

'Y-yeah mate, everything's fine.' Ron gave Harry a strained smile, which was more of a grimace. The ginger hurriedly entered his and Percy's room before slamming the door.

Harry shook his head, 'Odd.'

The next day was hectic. The group had made it just in time to King's Cross and Harry barely made the train as Mr. Weasley pulled Harry aside in order to tell him about Sirius Black. Normally, Harry would have been a bit nervous, but he already knew about Black. All he could do was move forward. When he entered the train he realized Ron and Hermione had disappeared. 'Really?' Harry asked out loud. Sighing he decided to go find Entwhistle or Corner.

He found Entwhistle first. 'Can I put my stuff in here?' Harry asked entering the compartment.

'Go ahead,' Entwhistle said. 'Where's Granger and Weasley?'

'I don't know actually. They seem to have disappeared.' Harry loved his friends, but he was already annoyed with their bickering. Entwhistle and Harry discussed inconsequential things until Harry got up to walk around. Along the way Harry spoke with his teammates, the Patil twins, Lavender Brown, and a few other Ravenclaws. He skillfully avoided Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, and Crabbe and Goyle.

Finally, he found Daphne sitting in a compartment alone. Slipping inside he said, 'Hey.'

'Hello.' Harry whipped out his wand to cast a strong silencing charm. He also successfully casted a repelling charm he had been practicing.

'Pretty good,' Daphne complimented.

Harry sniffed, 'That was excellent...erm do you know any locking charms?' Daphne gave him a rather hard one, which took him a few tries to get right. Harry turned back to Daphne only to see her staring at him with a thoughtful look. 'What?'

She shook her head, 'Nothing. What do you want?' Harry, with an affronted look, handed her the note from Fitzpatrick. 'Excellent.' Folding the letter up she handed it back to Harry. 'How did you slip away from Granger and Weasley?'

Harry shook his head, 'When I jumped on the train they had disappeared so I put my things with Entwhistle.'

Daphne clapped softly, 'Making friends already? Good.'

Harry shook his head, 'Whatever.' Harry sat down. 'Why are you alone?'

Daphne twirled her hair, 'Because I knew you would come find me.'

'Oh,' Harry said softly. 'You know me so well.'

'Prat.'

The green-eyed boy and the violet-eyed girl descended into silence. Daphne retrieved the book she had been reading and continued it. Harry eventually grew bored and decided to kick her foot. She moved it over. Harry kicked it again. 'Stop it.' Harry stopped for a minute before resuming his previous activity. 'I. Said. Stop.' Harry kicked again.

'Missed me,' Harry taunted after ducking a stinging hex. After a few more spells were thrown his way Harry opted to sit next to Daphne. 'I'm so bored.'

'That's nice,' she drawled. 'But you will stop annoying me.'

'Yes dear...ouch.' Harry huffed before pulling up the hood from his jacket and closing his eyes.

When he next woke he immediately knew something was wrong. He opened his eyes slowly to see the compartment dark...and cold. 'Who turned off the heat?' Harry mumbled stupidly. As he became more aware he realized he wasn't happy. He felt quite miserable. Rolling his head over he realized Daphne was asleep on his shoulder. 'Dap...Greengrass wake up. Oh, violet wake up. Something is wrong.' Harry looked at her as she woke up and noted how cute she was.

'What's wrong...and why is it so cold?' Daphne mumbled sleepily.

'Dunno,' Harry yawned. 'You tell me.' Daphne could not answer as both teenagers' moods changed. The pair went from being in between sleep and awareness and partially miserable to being terribly depressed. 'What the hell is going on?' Harry asked. The green-eyed boy jumped up towards the window. He made it half way there when something entered the compartment. Harry would admit that the thing scared him more than Voldemort ever could. As the beast continued toward Harry he dropped to his knees.

'H-Harry? HARRY!" Daphne called out frantically. He heard her shooting spells at the door, but knew she could not open it. That locking charm had been strong.

Harry could not move. He couldn't do anything as despair and hopelessness clouded his mind.

'Not Harry! Please not Harry!'

'Step aside you foolish girl!'

'Not Harry!'

'Avada Kedavra!'

The beast in front of him lowered its hood. Soulless black orbs were located where the eyes should have been. The face was sickly and skeletal. It's skin was white decay. Harry was utterly transfixed as its mouth descended upon his.

Harry felt frozen, but the kiss was nothing to the pain. It was a pain Harry had never felt. It was a pain he had never imagined feeling. It was as if his body was at war with itself. Harry felt something ripping from his person. The green-eyed boy wanted to fight the pain, but as the intensity increased blackness invaded his vision and Harry knew no more.

Harry woke to body pain, a headache, and an oppressive weight upon his chest. The weight seemed to be moving and...shaking. Harry opened his eyes to see brown curls splayed across his chest. 'D-Daphne?' He moved his arm to shake her a bit and that took considerable effort. 'Daphne,' he croaked, 'I can't breathe.'

Daphne finally looked up to see Harry's eyes open. Before Harry knew it she was peppering his face with kisses. His forehead, his jaw, his cheeks, his lips. As her mouth descended upon his Harry felt is heart stutter. The kiss was soft, sweet, short, and a bit awkward as Harry was in pain and inexperienced. Daphne moved from his lips back up his face.

She removed herself from his chest allowing Harry to finally see her face. Her cheeks were stained with tear tracks and her eyes were red and puffy. She kneeled above his head and Harry moved it to place it in her lap. Daphne ran a hand through his hair before moving to massage his temples. With a wobbling bottom lip she sobbed, 'That dementor kissed you.'

Sighing in relief as she massaged his head Harry asked, 'What is a dementor?'

'They guard Azkaban and they spread unhappiness and breed on despair. If you get close enough you will relive your worst memories. When a person is kissed the soul of that person is removed.' Daphne shuddered as she explained.

'What idiot thought of that and how did you get rid of it?' Harry asked softly.

'I don't know and someone sent out a patronus.' Daphne swiped at her face. 'It's a charm and it is the only thing that gets rid of dementors.'

'How hard is it to learn?' Harry asked.

'It is difficult for NEWT students. It is impossible for us to learn it,' Daphne said softly. 'Oh! she said as she dived into her bag and gave Harry a piece of chocolate.

Harry sighed, 'I thrive on the impossible. We can practice in the Chamber.' Harry bit into the chocolate and felt warmth spread through his body. 'Thank you.'

'I'm glad you are alive,' Daphne said as she ran a hand through his hair. Harry moved to stand. 'Be careful,' she said soothingly.

Harry eased onto the compartment seat as Daphne wrapped herself around his person. Harry was grossly incompetent at giving and accepting comfort, but he would make an attempt...for her at least. 'I'm okay. In a right bit of pain, but I'm okay. In fact, I actually feel great.'

Daphne snuggled into his side, 'I would miss you if you died. I'm beginning to like you.'

A warm feeling spread through Harry's chest. He hesitated before lifting her chin and giving her a chaste kiss. 'I would miss you too.' Daphne's chin wobbled as she began to cry softly. Harry wrapped his arm around her and instinctively began to rock back and forth.

A few more kisses were exchanged before Daphne said, 'I think you should go back out there.' Drying her face she said, 'The other two are no doubt be looking for you.' Harry began to protest, but she assured him she would be fine. Reluctantly, Harry removed the spells that he had put in place. Frowning he said, 'Something is wrong with my wand.'

'What do you mean?' Daphne asked as she dried the tear stains on her betrothed's clothing.

'It feels different. It feels like...like we don't belong anymore,' Harry said softly.

'The wand chooses the wizard,' Daphne said quoting Ollivander. 'That kiss changed something about you.'

Harry nodded, 'What do I do?'

'Speak with McGonagall,' Daphne suggested. 'Now go.'

Harry changed into his robes while ignoring the questioning looks from Entwhistle and Anthony Goldstein. He then moved to find his two best friends. He found them in a compartment with Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, and some brown-haired man wearing shabby robes. To Harry he looked older than his age.

'Where have you been?' Hermione demanded as he entered the compartment.

Harry flinched as her voice reverberated around the compartment. 'I went to stay with some other people. You and Ron left me as you may remember.'

Hermione sputtered before saying, 'W-well you should have come to find us.'

Harry shrugged while ignoring the pain in his body. 'Others invited me to stay with them and I went. No harm done.'

'There was a dementor...'

'I am well aware,' Harry said tiredly. Hermione opened her mouth to continue her reprimand. 'Hermione, please, give it a rest.' Harry plopped down in an open space and been to run his temples. He looked around and took in the others. The shabby man was frowning at Hermione as if he took offence on Harry's behalf. Ron was staring at Harry in confusion. Hermione had her lips pursed and her arms folded over her chest, but Harry hardly gave her any notice. It was Neville and Ginny that caught his attention. Ginny was pale with red, puffy eyes. Neville was pale as well, but his hands were shaking so badly that even as he balled them up Harry could tell he was still terrified.

Walking alone Harry had time to contemplate what happened to him. He figured that if that...dementor sucked out souls then Harry must have had two...if that was possible. He also concluded that the woman begging had been his mother. Hearing his mother beg for his life and accept her death was definitely his worst memory, suppressed or otherwise. Looking at Ginny he automatically knew what her worst memory was. Neville, however, he did not know.

Harry reached over and gave Ginny's shoulder a pat. When she looked up with red, blotchy eyes Harry's face softened in sympathy. In what he hoped was a reassuring tone he said, 'If you ever need to talk...'

Ginny gave him a shaky smile and the two shared a look of understanding. An understanding that no one else in the world could truly understand.

'You alright?' Harry asked both Neville and Ginny missing the look of outrage on Hermione's face. Neville set his jaw and Ginny nodded resolutely. Harry nodded his head once more, 'Gryffindors charge forward.'