Harry Potter, Wizarding Savior?

Harry walked through the halls of Hogwarts just minutes after being released from the Headmaster's office. His thoughts swirled around many things including the Prophecy, his injured friends, and the death of Sirius. The more he thought about it, the more furious he became with the Headmaster. Slowly as his anger built, a massive pain shot through his forehead and he passed out.

At roughly the same time Daphne Greengrass was walking down the corridor and spotted Potter as he collapsed. She strode over to check on him, but as she checked to insure that he was still breathing, he moaned and began to regain consciousness.

"What happened, Potter?" asked Daphne.

"I feel like I just got trampled by a herd of hippogriffs." Harry blinked his eyes in an attempt to focus and as they did so, the occupant of his field of vision became recognizable. "Greengrass?" asked Harry in surprise.

Daphne nodded, "Yes. I saw you collapse, so I came to make sure you were alive."

Harry replied, "Why? I assumed most Slytherins would be ecstatic if I died."

Daphne bristled, "Not all of us are Malfoy's mindless little sycophants, Potter. Since you seem to be fine, I will be on my way."

As Daphne rose and began to turn around, Harry said, "Wait. That was rude of me, and you have my apologies. I'm sorry."

Daphne quirked an eyebrow in appraisal, but at the sight of the apparent sincerity on his face she sighed, "Very well." Then, she held out a hand to help him up from the floor.

Harry smiled as he stood with her aid and then shifted holding her hand into a handshake and said, "How about we start over? I'm Harry Potter."

Daphne smirked, "Daphne Greengrass, Lord Potter. I'm honored to make your acquaintance."

Harry started, "Lord Potter? Oh, that son of a bitch."

Daphne jerked back in surprise, "I didn't think Gryffindor's Golden Boy spoke that way."

Harry gave her a piercing look, "Don't call me that ever again. After this revelation, I doubt anyone will ever dare to use that moniker again."

"I'm confused. What revelation? Who's a son of a bitch?"

"The Old Man. He's been keeping things from me. The goblins brought me in to explain my heritage to me when I was 13, while I was staying in Diagon Alley after I blew up my Aunt Marge. Dumbledore obliviated the knowledge from me after he found out because he didn't want me to be able to take my rightful place in the wizarding world. He thought if I did, then he might not be able to control me or my destiny. That's why he has insured that I have not returned to the bank since. He doesn't want them to discover that I've been memory charmed."

Daphne's jaw was hanging open momentarily at this diatribe, but then she recovered herself, "How did you suddenly remember, and why are you telling me of all people? We hardly know each other."

Harry took a deep breath, "This affects you as well, but you don't know it, since the knowledge was obliviated from your father as well. The goblins are well aware of what the Old Man is up to, but since most wizards won't pay any attention to the findings of what they consider to be lesser beings, they can't really do anything about it. Come, with me. We have a lot to talk about, and then you are going to need to send an owl to your father, and have him go to the goblins to have the memory charm removed. I'll send them an owl to deduct the cost of the procedure from my vault."

Daphne shook her head, "I'm not going to go anywhere with you until you explain what is going on."

"I can't do it here. There is too much chance of being overheard. Can you write a message to your father and get him to meet us at the Leaky Cauldron?"

"How would we get there, Potter?"

Harry grinned mischievously, "Dobby?"

With a pop the little elf appeared, "What would Master Harry Potter be liking his Dobby to do for him?"

With that Daphne pulled ink, quill and parchment from her bag, and drafted a letter stating the importance of him coming to the Leaky Cauldron to meet her and Harry Potter immediately. Dobby took the note and disappeared with it as by this point Harry had explained to him exactly what he wanted done. A few moments later Dobby returned, and said, "Lord Greengrass is saying that he will be there in fifteen minutes, Harry Potter, sir."

"Excellent, Dobby. If you would, take Miss Greengrass and I to meet with him."

"Certainly, Harry Potter, sir." Harry held out one hand to Dobby, and the other to Daphne. Dobby took Harry's hand while Daphne took the other, and away they went.

Upon arriving at the Leaky Cauldron, Harry and Daphne took seats at a table and waited until Rupert Greengrass entered the pub. Harry rose and introduced himself while holding out his hand, "Harry Potter, Lord Greengrass. I'm honored to make your acquaintance."

Rupert took his hand and shook, "As am I, Lord Potter." Then, he turned to Daphne, "Now, what is so urgent that you have snuck out of school to see me?"

Harry cleared his throat, "That was my doing, sir. I believe we should retire to a private room, because what I have to tell you is going to be most upsetting."

The three of them grabbed a private parlor and after the tea was served, Harry asked, "Would you be so kind as to cast a spell to keep people from eavesdropping, then we will begin."

Rupert turned and cast the spell and then said, "So, what precisely is this about?"

Harry replied, "I'm afraid that Albus Dumbledore has cast a Memory Charm on you, Lord Greengrass."

"How would you know that?"

Harry sighed, "Unfortunately, the memory that he removed from you pertained to me. He also stole something from you. The reason I know is because the goblins told me when they were finally able to explain to me that I was Lord Potter. Information that our illustrious headmaster was desperately trying to keep from me. So, once he discovered that I had found out about my heritage, he Obliviated me as well, and has since prevented me from coming to Diagon Alley, so that the goblins don't find out about the rest of his duplicity."

"So, what about that would be necessary to remove from my memory, as I have no connection to the Potter family."

"You have more of a connection than you think. The Potters and the Greengrasses signed a marriage contract to be executed the next time that there was a female Greengrass and a male Potter of the same age. Daphne and I are the first to satisfy the requirements since the contract was signed four generations ago."

Daphne gasped and then began to tremble with anger at this knowledge. Harry patted her on the elbow, "I'm sorry, Daphne. I was shocked when I learned of the contract, and I can only imagine that you will have a much worse reaction. I'll understand if you hate me, but know that I will always do my best to make you happy, since the contract has no loopholes."

Rupert grimaced, "So, I take it that I was aware of the contract?"

Harry nodded, "Yes. The Headmaster apparently Obliviated you and stole the contract shortly after my parents were killed, because he didn't want anyone to interfere with his plans for me. He knew if you were aware of the contract that you would have demanded your right to foster me as your ward, and he wouldn't have been able to manipulate me into being his subservient little weapon. Also, he wouldn't have been able to put the block on my magic, since the old bastard is terrified of anyone surpassing his power."

Rupert sucked in a breath, "You have a block on your magic?"

Harry nodded, "Yes, according to the goblins it is holding back approximately sixty percent of my magical power."

Daphne shook her head, "That's not possible, Potter. You're already one of the most powerful wizards in the school. For this to be less than half your power.." she trailed off as her father caught her and the ramifications of such a concept washed over them.

Harry chuckled, "Exactly. I'm not the first wizard he's done this to. He did the same thing to Riddle. It was this knowledge that turned Riddle to the Dark Arts in order to break the block, since unfortunately for him he wasn't rich, so the goblins paid him no mind."

Rupert asked, "Who is Riddle?"

Harry shook his head in exasperation, "I swear I wish I could figure out what the old man is up to keeping that information from the general public. Tom Marvolo Riddle, better know as Voldemort was Head Boy at Hogwart in the 44-45 school year."

"You're kidding."

Harry shook his head, "No, and we need to get the Memory Charm removed from you, and get to a copy of the contract. There is one in the Potter Family Heirloom Vault. Luckily, the old man only has access to my trust vault and the Money Vault."

Daphne broke in, "I still don't understand. He stole the contract and Obliviated my Dad just so that we wouldn't foster you. That doesn't make any sense."

"There's more to it than that. He has plans to force me into a marriage contract with Ginny Weasley. He's actually already tried to do it once after he had himself declared my magical guardian, since he had my parents will sealed."

"Why would he want you to marry Arthur's daughter?" asked Rupert.

Harry sighed, "I don't know if Ginny is in on it or not, but Molly definitely is. Arthur doesn't know anything according to the goblins, but Molly signed the contract that Albus tried to have filed with the Ministry and the goblins. The goblins pointed out that only a Head of House could sign a contract, not self appointed guardians. The Ministry refused to recognize the contract, since it hadn't been signed by a Head of the House of Potter. We can only assume at this point that he intends to coerce or manipulate me into signing it to make it legal."

"I still don't understand why they want you to marry Ginny."

"According to the goblins, the contract states that upon my death, half the Potter fortune will go to the Order of the Phoenix, and the other half to Molly Weasley. That's why I'm unsure if Ginny is aware of what they are up to since she wasn't going to get anything from the marriage. The goblins have a copy of the contract that the old man attempted to file. The plan was for me to take a copy of it to Arthur as the Head of House Weasley, and have him deal with Molly. So, I need to get to Gringotts as soon as summer begins. I have no doubt that I will have to dodge whoever my Order stooges are, but I'm going to need help to get away from them. That's where you come in."

Rupert gritted his teeth, "I can't believe I'm about to do this, but assuming that I have a Memory Charm removed by the goblins and all of this is accurate, you will have an Oath of Fealty from House Greengrass, Lord Potter. It seems as if my family's vaunted neutrality is at an end."

Daphne turned to her father in open mouthed astonishment, "Are you serious, Father? We're going to declare fealty."

Her father smirked, "Daphne, if the contract is real, you're going to have to do it anyway as you will be a Potter. If that's true the rest of us will stand by you, which means we stand by your husband as well."

Harry's expression faltered for a moment and then he slumped, "Thank you. I hate putting your family in this situation, but in reality, I didn't do it. Now, that this is done, I need to be alone for awhile."

The look of absolute melancholy that came over Harry's face softened Daphne's heart just a pinch, and she reached over to pat his hand, "What's wrong, Harry?"

He sighed, "My godfather was killed by Bellatrix Lestrange a few hours ago. I would have much preferred not to have to deal with this, but I was so angry at the old man that my magic destroyed his Obliviation, and with you being right there at the time, I felt it prudent to take care of the situation, so that we can begin to counter him. Now, I would like to return to the castle and settle down for the night."

Rupert nodded, "Of course, Lord Potter. I will attend with Gringotts first thing in the morning and we will meet the day after the train runs. The house elf that brought you here tonight should be able to get you there." He stood and apparated away, while Dobby came and took Harry and Daphne back to the school.

Upon arrival, Daphne looked at Harry. She said, "I know this is just as overwhelming for you as it is for me, but I promise that I will try to make the best of it. I will see you in a few days, Harry."