Disclaimer- The wizarding world belongs to JKR, Warner Bros, Bloomsbury etc.

Author's Note- Hello! It seems you've stumbled upon my first fanfiction, A Subtle Approach. You've probably browsed the entire website for good Harry/Daphne stories, and I hope I can live up to the expectations.

I would like to thank my friend (he prefers me to call him 'boss'), Tideturner27 for beta purposes. He is currently working on a story too, A Blank Canvas, which I would recommend you all to read.

So, sit back, relax and enjoy!

Beta's Note- TideTurner27 here, TheRainyAbe has always been very supportive of my work as my beta, and I am very honoured to finally present his first fanfiction in my capacity as his beta.

AN2- As of 20/11/2018, I have updated the Prologue to make it a better read.

A Subtle Approach- Prologue

"What is our purpose?" The defeated man spoke to the dull, stone walls. He spoke softly, ethereally, unwavered by the silence the walls answered with.

"Love?" He asked again.

"That's a fool's answer." He answered himself with conviction.

"To make power our purpose.. it is too small. It defeats our cause."

He sat there on the cold stone ground, contemplating his thoughts.

What is our purpose?

As far as family heirlooms went, there was a particular one which needed attention. A ring he owned, emblemed with the Dreieck, the symbol now famous as that of Death's gifts, the hallows. It had a curious ability that it could absorb signatures of arcane magic, once it came in contact with the wielder.

The ring had rested on his fingers for the past few decades. And before that - he had presented it as a gift of sorts. The one who wore his ring had been known to the world as Credence, but to him, his identity was of little consequence. The power the boy possessed was what mattered, that could rally nations behind the cause. The power uncontained by chains of law and morality.

It had come to him long back, the reason why his actions had been justified. The purpose of existence was to elevate our world, beyond the scope of human anticipation, beyond the beliefs of lesser minds. And this change which is needed to be brought has no moral boundaries, for the truth is the truth.

And no sacrifice is too much for the Greater Good.

His eyes snapped open. This feeling had long evaded him, but not anymore. His finger quivered from the continued hum that emerged from his ring. There could be no mistake. Another child existed in the world, with the imminent power to level cities, who had to sacrifice his childhood for receiving this power.

"An obscurial...", he said softly. His voice came out dry and raspy. Obscurials were impulsive, they were volatile. His mind raced, weighing the possibilities carefully. Plans began to form in his mind. Every moment that passed brought forth more clarity. It was as if destiny had given him a new chance, the ignition to fuel his purpose. But he would need to change his method, for he knew where he had gone wrong. He would need more patience, more tact, a subtle approach.