Author's Note: I am so sorry it has been so long since there was an update to this but I have had a busy summer and it's rather funny that I have more time to write now during the school year then I did on break. Though I haven't had the time I wanted during the summer to write a whole lot I did have enough to go over this story, fix it up a little add some content and clean up the plot. I started this story with only a vague plan in my head and quickly lost steam with it so I have been planning this out to completion and I hope to bring it there.

Harry Potter and the Silver Hand

Chapter 1

Harry stared out the compartment window with a blank look on his face as he employed all he had learned at the hands of his relatives to keep his emotions hidden. Emotions were a weakness. A weakness that would get him beaten and starved. He had shown a lot of emotion the last few days. Learning that one belonged to a new world would do that to anyone he had reasoned with himself. But now it was time for him to bring his walls back up at least to the general public. He would try and do as his father and mother had wished of him. At least what they had implied they wished of him from the letters still sitting in his lap.

A goblin had handed him a package without a word as he was exiting the goblin bank Gringotts. The goblin had only put a finger to his lips and hurried away and Hagrid his guide hadn't seen a thing.

When he had opened the package at home he had found a few Journals, one in an elegant smooth script another in a more rigid rough hand. And a third that was locked and he was unable to open. It had taken Harry only a few moments to realize that they were written by his parents. Also among the item were three letters and three golden bracelets all in their own boxes.

He had opened the letter from his father first and he read it again while he was still alone in his compartment.

Dear Harry my son.

If you are reading this then I am no longer with you, and I cannot express how sorry I am for that. Your mother and I have put many things together for you in case one of both of us do not make it through the next few years. Voldemort is after our family and has been for almost a year already, but something happened that brought us to the top of his list. Your mother and I are doing everything we can to make sure that if he finds us we bring him down with us before he gets to you.

But enough of sad things son I have many things to tell you and you will find most of them detailed in the journal provided with this letter. But there are some key points I wish to explain to you now. First is that you will hear from pretty much everyone that your mother was a muggleborn Witch and while that is true there is much more to it than that. She is descendant from a line of squibs (non-magical people born into a magical family). She was the first magical born to the family in over six generations and as you are her first born son so her family name will pass to you as well as the potter name. I know your mother will give you more information about this, but I bring it up because I believe it might cause problems with some of the deep magic of the Potter family. We are both blessed and curse with what is sometimes called love at first sight. You will know the moment you see the woman you are meant to be with, You won't be forced to love her nor will you find yourself a slave to your emotions, but the moment you see her you will desire to protect her and it will feel as if her existence settles into your very soul. I only pray you have an easier time with the curse then I did, it took me years to get your mother, Lily, to even speak to me. I was not a very nice person for the first few years of Hogwarts and you could say your mother hated me at first. The problem arises with the fact that you are the only remaining heir to two families and I am unsure how that will affect things. It is possible that you will find two girls Harry one for each of the houses. My only advice to you should that be the case is to treat them both as equals but make sure to acknowledge each of their unique qualities. To treat them as if they are both the same person will only cause problems. Regardless of whether you find yourself in love with one or two girls always remember this. Always be honest with them and never hide something important from them. Do this as well as treat them as you would treat yourself if not better and you will always have their trust. Pay attention to what they like and dislike and do you best to remember things that are important to them. If you do get together make sure to tell her she is beautiful at least every day and mean it. Most girls have a problem believing they are beautiful but if you build trust with them, and you insist sincerely long enough they will come to at least believe that you find them beautiful.

That is all that I will say in this first letter. You should have received this just before you start your first year at Hogwarts and I felt this would be the most important thing for you to know before you go there, hopefully, you can avoid any problems if you are informed. I love you, son, more than anything on this earth I love you.

Your father

James Potter

Harry wiped a few tears from his eyes as he finished the letter. He had at first been shocked at the thought of magically loving two girls, in fact, it had sent him into a panic the first time he had tried to read his dad's letter. His mother's letter had helped calm him, though.

Harry wasn't like other boys his age. He was different in that he knew exactly what he wanted in life. What he wanted more than anything in the world was a loving family. He knew that there was no way he would be able to have that with his relatives, after ten years of trying despite the abuse and neglect he had finally given up. But he knew there were other ways to have a family. Adults got married and started their own families that way. Then after they were married they had kids, though he had no idea how that worked being only eleven and with his guardians hating him there was no way they were going to give him the 'talk'. As soon as this had settled into Harry's mind he realized that was what he wanted more than anything else, to build his own family. He realized after reading his mother's letter that having two wives would mean he could have a bigger family.

Harry reached for his mother's letter after folding his father's letter back up.

My beautiful baby boy I am so sorry I'm not there for you now like a mother should be. I wish I could have tucked you in every night and told you how much I love you. I wish I could have watched you grow up big and strong and see you develop into the wonderful man I know you can be. I know this letter will be short, but I have a whole journal put together for you filled with every piece of advice and guidance I have been able to think of this whole past year. I only hope that it helps you in some way.

There are some things about my family that you should know as no one else does. I was born to a line of squibs Harry. Which is what the magical community calls nonmagicals born to a magical family. I was the only magical child in line for my family's inheritance. Which made you when you were born the heir to both my family and the Potter family. My family name is, in fact, Lefay, yes as in Morgan Lefay the evilest witch in history according to Merlin. When you have access to our family's library you will learn the true history of Merlin and Lefay. For now, I hope you can be proud of the name and trust me when I tell you she was a great woman. Your father will have told you about the blessing of the Potter's, Love at first sight. It works differently for everyone for you father he saw me and knew immediately that I was the one and only for him. He never dated anyone in school always trying to win my hand I guess you could say. It was very annoying how immature he was about it. But when he finally grew up and realized that he needed to be different, he changed himself. Now I could not ask for a better husband than your father. And I know that your wife, or wives as I am sure you father has told you he suspects might be a possibility, will feel the same way. I am not worried about you taking extra wives that you don't love, as the blessing will not let you, I know if you have two it will be two you truly love as you would never be able to hurt your true love by taking another that wasn't also a part of the blessing. I wish I could see the family you will have with them. You might be as young as eleven when you first meet you future wife or wives Harry. The best advice I can give you if you do meet them that young is to be the best friend you can be. Be affectionate and protective, but let them have their freedom. If you are overbearing and make them feel caged it will make cause them to hate you in the end. I know part of the blessing is how protective you will be of them, and you need to control it. Spend time with them and learn about them above all be honest and faithful to them. Be someone they know they can trust. If you treat them like I have described you will hold their heart or hearts from the very beginning my son. If both your father and I have passed on, there will be a third letter one with a seal you cannot break. I suspect you have tried if you have it. It will not open for you, but only for a girl wearing either the potter or Lefay betrothal rings. The letter is for you all to read, not just for the girls, but your father and I felt that what we should make sure you could only open the letter at the proper time. I love you, my son, I will be watching over you, your whole life and I know with absolute certainty that I will be proud of you. I am proud of you, my son.

Harry wiped his eyes again as he folded up the letter's from his parents and slips them into his pockets. After several deep breaths, Harry's mask was back in place and he fixed his gaze out the window. His father said he would know when he found the girl or girls he was meant for. And if that did happened he would listen to his parents and interact openly and honestly with them. But the rest of the world, the cruel world out there that he would never trust would only ever see his emotionless mask.

-o0O0o-

Daphne Greengrass followed her mother through the large crowds around the Hogwarts express completely oblivious to the stares she was receiving even as an eleven-year-old her beauty was striking. Smooth silver blonde hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back. She had ice blue eyes and elegant almost elf-like face. Even at the age of eleven, she was starting to developer womanly curves. But her mind was far away and didn't even notice the attention she was receiving. In fact, her mind was stuck on a repeat of the scene she shouldn't have seen this morning. Her father and Lucius Malfoy negotiating over her as if she were a calf to be sold. Haggling prices back and forth, different clauses in the betrothal contract they were working on setting up between her and Lucius' son Draco. Draco was the most arrogant and rude boy she had ever met and treated her no better than he treated his house elf, minus the violence the few times they had met. His father would never along his daughter to be struck. At least not by anyone but himself. She rubbed her side where her father had left a large bruise this morning when he caught her listening to Lucius and himself.

She had been in such a state of shock she hadn't even felt the blow when it happened. The horror of being nothing more than Draco's slave wife had terrified her and it had taken her mind a while before it had restarted. But when it had it went into overdrive trying to think of a way to get her out of such an arrangement. The only good thing she knew about it is that it wasn't finished. They had set up a time to meet and continue their negotiations again the following summer. That gave her time, time to try and figure something out.

"Have a good school year, daughter." Daphne's mother said pulling her from her thoughts rather abruptly and she turned her head to her mother nodding stiffly. As much as she hated her father for the occasional beatings and treating her as property, not family, Daphne almost hated her mother more. Her mother who watch the way her husband treated Daphne with a stony expression, who never tried to stop her husband's abusive actions, who never tried to comfort her hurting daughter.

"I will try, mother," Daphne replied in a tone of pure ice before walking onto the train in front of her. The family elves would make sure her trunks were loaded onto the train.

Daphne started down the hallway glancing into each of the compartments as she passed, huffing in annoyance a few times at the carefree way most of the students were acting. When she came upon a compartment filled with just a single boy she paused. He had messy black harry and his emerald eyes reflected off the window he was facing. But that wasn't what had caused her to stop there was a hand shaped bruise just at the bottom of his neck just peeking out the top of his robes. As if someone had grabbed him squeezed so hard it had caused it. She recognized it only because of how many bruises of the same shape her father had left on her arms. A strange sense of kinship settled in her heart. It almost broke her icy mask to realize there was someone else he knew her pain.

She reached for the compartment door and opened it slowly causing the boys head to snap around and watch her with a mask of complete blankness as if he possessed no emotion at all.

That impressed Daphne, she had only ever been able to hide her emotions by making one emotion overpowering over all the others; disdain. It wasn't hard for Daphne to feel disdain for the whole world, for those who abused her, for those who thought she lived in luxury for those who thought her nothing more than a stupid pureblood girl. She would let that disdain show on her face so powerfully that it hide all her other feelings.

This boy though was nothing like that, it was as if he had no emotions at all, a blank slate. Then as his eyes looked into her it was as if a flare of emotion surged through his whole body. He tensed up his pupils widened and a look she could only describe as awe-filled his eyes for the briefest of moments before the mask resettled again though it looked as if he was struggling with it. He couldn't take his eyes off her, however. Nor in fact, could she take her eyes away from his, the moment her eyes met his it was like she was trapped, yet she did not wish to break free it was at the same time the oddest and the most wonderful feeling she had ever felt. They stared at each other for a few more moments before Daphne finally found her words.

"Would you mind if I joined you," She asked without any of her usual ice in her voice.

"Please, sit," He said a small smile spreading over his lips as he motioned for her to join him.

"Thank you," Daphne replied blushing and lowering her head slightly as she quickly moved to sit opposite him. She silently scolded herself for the blush until she had it under control and raised her head to look at the boy once more. He worn tattered second-hand robes, so clearly not from a pureblood family. Even if his parents abused him, if he was a pureblood his parents would clothe him well, to keep up the family image if nothing else. He was thin and his bones were clearly visible on his hands and face, she could almost imagine seeing his ribs through his robes. He was starved, Daphne realized in horror. Her parents had always fed her at home, but she knew the look of one who goes without food as it is a common punishment for the house elves if they displeased her father. He didn't beat them he didn't want to give them any excuse to not work, but he would order them to not eat, or not sleep or any number of other things to punish them without injury.

"My name is Harry. What is yours?" Harry asked pulling Daphne from her thoughts once again.

"Daphne," She replied still studying the boy.

"Nice to meet you, Daphne." He smiled and leaned forward just slightly, but it was enough to shift his hair and reveal a thin lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. Daphne gasped when she saw it and stared at him in shock.

"Daphne, what is it?" Harry asked in a worried tone shifting slightly forward in his seat.

"You're Harry Potter," Daphne replied in shock, which caused Harry to grimace slightly and lean back.

"Yes," He replied simply watching her carefully. Daphne hardly noticed his caution still staring in shock at him. The savior of the wizarding world was a starved and physically abused child. It was mind blowing. There was news about him all the time, how well he was doing how he was being raised in the best of families in secret to keep him safe. There were children stories about him, some of which she would never admit to owning, yet in just a few moments the illusion of the boy-who-lived had just been shredded before her eyes.

"Sorry," Harry whispered just loud enough for her to hear and turned to look out the window again.

"No, no I'm sorry that was rude of me to stare like that," Daphne replied hurriedly as her mind raced with ideas. He could be her savior. If she could befriend him, get him to fall in love with her, she was sure she could get her father to create a betrothal contract with him instead of Malfoy. The Potter's were wealthy, wealthy to such a degree they could treat the Malfoy fortune as if it was pocket change. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration. But they were far more wealthy than the Malfoy's. And Harry was famous, a savor to the wizarding world. That would definitely improve her father's reputation. For the briefed of moments, Daphne was tempted to do whatever she could to make harry fall for her. She was a masterful actress already and she knew it. It couldn't be that hard trick him into thinking they were the perfect couple. But just as quickly as she thought of it, she discarded it. That would only make her a different kind of slave to Harry. Perhaps better than the slave, she would be to Draco but still a slave. Stuck pretending to be someone else for the rest of her life. She knew she couldn't do that. But what she could do is to try and fall in love the right way. But it would have to be fast. She would need to sure enough about their future by the end of this school year if she was to have any chance of convincing her father. They didn't need to be in love, close friends would do. But if his reaction when he saw her was any indication that shouldn't be too hard. She smirked slightly at that thought before searching around for a topic to speak about. Before she could think of anything though he asked her a question.

"Were you raised in a magical family? I was raised by muggles and, to be honest, this is all pretty overwhelming." He said with a frown. Something about the frown didn't seem to be directed at what he said, though.

"You were raised by muggle?" Daphne couldn't help but ask in shock causing Harry to flinch slightly and look away before reply. Inwardly Daphne berated herself for her hasty response.

"Yes, I live with my aunt and uncle, and well. They aren't very nice, they despise magic. I didn't even know magic existed before a large man named Hagrid came to get me and take me shopping for my school supplies."

"What was that like?" Daphne asked just to keep him talking to give her brain time to work through the information overload she was receiving. Harry Potter the boy who lived, didn't know he was a wizard until only a few days ago? It seemed impossible to her but as Harry gave her his story in more detail, talking about how he received a letter and his family's reaction to it all the way to getting on the train today it all rang with complete honesty and it shook her to her core. Harry Potter, the heir to one of the most powerful families in wizarding Britain had no knowledge of his family or place in life. It was at that moment she realized her way in with him. She realized what she could do to become his friend and work towards more. After Harry finished his story about learning of the magical world she put her plan into action.

"I could help, I was raised in the magical world, and my family the Greengrass' have been in magical Britain for five generations now. I could teach you how to interact with other old magical families so that you don't offend the wrong ones. I could tell you about our history and showing the wonderful things in our world." She said hopefully watching Harry who was staring at her intently without answering.

"Well?" Daphne asked worriedly after he was silent for over a minute.

"You're hiding something from me." He said simple and Daphne flinched back and her eyes widen, his eyes went wide as well from her reaction and he spoke again quickly.

"I don't think you mean me any harm, I can just tell there is more you're not telling me. Something you hoping for." Daphne bit her lip and looked at her hands in her lap.

"I would very much like you help," Harry said softly after a short pause and Daphne raised her head carefully to watch Harry again. He was looking at her with caution but hopeful eyes.

"I do need help, my mother and father left me a few journals, I haven't been able to read them yet. I will admit I do feel very lost. I would love your help." He repeated and Daphne smiled more before nodding happily. "I hope that you come to trust me enough to tell me why you offered, though." He added when suddenly the compartment door was slammed open and Draco strutted in flanked by his two bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle.

"What are you doing in here alone with this boy?" Draco demanded staring at Daphne angrily as he stepped forward to grab her wrist only to be blocked by Harry who had quickly moved between the too.

"Who are you?" Harry demanded hotly as he glared at Malfoy.

"You must be a mudblood if you are asking that question," Draco smirked. "I am a Malfoy and you would do well to stay out of my business and away from my future wife. You do not want my family as an enemy." He then looked at Daphne with a sneer.

"As my betrothed, you should be at my side, now come here," He demanded causing Harry to growl slightly which Draco ignored or didn't hear.

"I am not your betrothed yet," Daphne replied icily.

"But you will be, and you know it, better start practicing now," Draco replied arrogantly. "Now come here before I make you!"

"She doesn't have to go anywhere with you!" Harry snarled and shoved Malfoy back into Crabbe and Goyle who were still in the hallway. Before Draco could recover Daphne had her wand out and waved it at the door.

"Colloportus!" She said in a commanding voice the door closed and locked in Malfoys face.

"When my father hears of—" Malfoy shouted from outside the compartment only to be cut off when Daphne muttered "Silencio".

Harry turned to look at her in awe. "How did you do that?" he asked.

"Um, magic," Daphne replied in a confused voice.

Harry shook his head. "I know that, but we haven't even been to school yet, how do you know those spells?"

"I have been practicing them for a long time," She said quietly looking at her hands as she wrung them nervously. She wanted to tell him, to explain how her father treated her. She was positive his aunt and uncle treated him the same way so she knew he would understand, but she was still terrified to say it out loud. Finally, she just explains as simply as she could.

"I need to learn those spells so that I could escape my father at home. Sometimes I just needed to get away." She whispered and his eyes filled with sudden realization before anger contorted his entire face and he snarled loudly shocking Daphne. He looked like an angry god from some of the statues around her family's manor. It both scared her and drew her in.

Harry turned away and took several deep breaths to get his anger back in control when his body stopped shaking he turned back around, anger still clearly on his face but it was controlled and he moved forward suddenly causing Daphne to flinch. But he only kneeled down in front of her and looked up into her eyes which she had lowered again when she flinched.

"Has you father hit you?" He asked in a deadly calm voice that made her shiver. She didn't know how to answer. She knew how she wanted to answer, but the words wouldn't come. Slowly as if it had a mind of its own she raised her hand slowly to move the collar of Harry's shirt revealing the bruising on his shoulders. She closed her eyes when she saw it, all her assumptions proved correct by the layers of overlapping bruises on his shoulders proof of long term often abuse.

"Yes, my aunt and uncle beat me," Harry said in a strange voice. It had a hint of vulnerability to it, but otherwise, it was still the deadly calm voice that felt like a knife in the air. "Now answer my question. Has your father hit you?" He demanded and Daphne flinched slightly before slowly nodding. Harry hissed in anger and Daphne watched stunned as a tear slowly slide down his cheek and he lowered his head.

"I am so sorry," He whispered softly.

"Why?" Daphne asked confused. She wanted to move her hand back but something stopped her and she found herself gently resting her hand on Harry's bruised shoulders.

"No one should be hit by those who are supposed to love them. I am sorry that such a thing has happened to you." He explained, and because of his explanation, it was as if a damn broke inside of Daphne and a soft sob escaped her throat. Harry's head whipped up at the sound taking in the tears falling down her cheeks and her shaking body and quickly moved up on the bench beside her and opened his arms in silent invitation a fearful look on his face that vanished instantly as Daphne threw herself into his arms and truly cried for the first time in years. She didn't know how things had reached this point. She didn't understand why she felt so safe with a boy she had only met a few minutes ago or why she loved the feeling of his arms around her, but at the moment Daphne didn't care.

-o0O0o-

"Where is Harry, mother?" Ten-year-old Ginny Weasely asked her mother. She had been told that they were all going to me Harry Potter at the station today and Ginny could hardly wait. All her life she had dreamed of this moment, Or at least as far back as she could remember.

She could still remember all the nights spent listening to her mother reading all the children stories. And each night her mother would tell her that when she was older she would marry the boy in the stories.

Ginny had was indifferent to the thought of marrying harry, she didn't love him how could she. But he did signify something different for the little ten-year-old girl, an escape. Ginny was aware of a lot more that went on at home they anyone would have ever guess. She knew her mother gave her father something in his tea that made her father love her mother. She had caught her mother doing it multiple times and molly had explained in simple terms that it was the tea that kept the family together. She knew her mother had tried doing the same for some of bill and Charlie's girlfriends and that was the main reason they had left the house the moment they graduated from Hogwarts. She knew her mother was not a very nice person because of all of that and because of how Ginny herself was treated. She was never allowed to do anything but her chores and her lessons. She wasn't allowed to go swimming in the pond or to play games with her brothers and she was tired of it. She wanted to have fun, to be away from her overbearing and cruel mother.

Harry was that out if she married him then she could live with him, and that meant she would be away from her mother which is all she really wanted.

Ginny and her mother had been wondering around the muggle side of the platform for a while now looking for Harry and it was almost time for the train to leave.

"We must have missed the poor boy," Molly said patting Ginny on the head. Ginny scowled at the action but her mother didn't notice. "Don't worry too much dear we will just have to see him next year. Or perhaps over Christmas. I am sure he and Ron will be great friends very soon."

-o0O0o-

Luna Lucia Lovegood watched the red steam engine pull out of king's cross station while sucking on a strand of her hair. Her legs were swinging in the air as she sat on a tree branch of a large oak planted in the lot around the station. Luna was a Dryad like her mother before her and was directly connected to nature. She could hear all the plants animals and humans around her, and there were precious few of them in the city. They were all like songs in her mind and one of her favorite things to do was to close her eyes and listen to it.

Luna usually spent most of her days in the forests behind her home, caring for all the nature that flourish in the forest. But today she had heard nature, clearer than she had ever heard before. It had told her to come here to this tree and to watch for a boy with the saddest song she has ever heard. She didn't know why nature wanted her to see the boy but she knew nature always had her reasons.

It was a half hour before she felt hear a song that was deep and mournful fill the platform and she searched for the source finally finding it in a small boy with black and bright emerald eyes. He was pulling a red trunk with one arm while holding an empty owl cage in his other hand. He went boarded the train and settled towards the back of the train.

Luna just sat there with her eyes closed listening to his song with a single-minded focus. There was just something about his song that was alluring, it called to her. And by listening to the song she could hear the most disused notes. He was powerful, unimaginably so, not just in magical strength but in mental strength. She would have expected anyone with a song like his to be curled up in a ball and completely trapped in their own mind, reliving whatever horrors turned their song so dark. Yet this boy stood tall, functioned and if it wasn't for her gift she would have never guessed at the pain in his soul.

Then a change, a crescendo of bright and joyful keys in his song sprang forward just before the train started pulling out of the station.

Luna couldn't keep the joyful smile from her face as she felt the change in his song. Whatever or whoever caused such a change was certainly a wonderful thing.

"Thank you" Luna whispered and weather it was to the cause of the songs change, to the boy himself for the song she was able to hear or to nature herself for directing her here, even she didn't know.

Luna leaned back against the trunk of the tree slowly melding into it until she was no longer in the tree and was, in fact, traveling home through the connection with the earth she shared.

Author's end note: The first 7 updated chapters of this story will be released pretty quickly, probably every two days or so as I look over it all and pace it. Once all I have it all out I will try to keep at the very lease a biweekly schedule if not a weekly one for chapter updates.