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On The Hunt: Chapter 13
🕑 Added 2022-12-02 17:30:01 +0000 UTCThe softly flickering sunlight peering through the curtains roused Harry from his profound sleep. Yawning, he stretched his arms in the air and slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes softly and wiping the crumbs away.
It had been two weeks since he had been betrothed to Daphne Greengrass, a woman he had only met a couple of times in the past and had a proper conversation with only once.
Since that evening, they had exchanged a few letters. They were perfectly cordial, and neither had enquired much about the other, keeping it light-hearted. Sirius’ proposal had been discussed a few times, and today was the day she would be coming over with her parents to stay with them until the end of the summer holidays.
Harry sighed and got up, pulling the curtains aside and looking outside the window, his eyes fixed on nothing in particular. The thoughts of Daphne had invaded his mind a few times during the previous two weeks. He didn’t know her, and yet, he felt a kinship with her. She wanted the same as he did – which was getting rid of Voldemort and his ideology that had penetrated the society of Wizarding Britain for so long – but even then, there was something about her that he could not put his finger on. It felt as if there was an inadvertent pull about her, one that he found himself disinclined to resist.
Their engagement guaranteed that she would never betray him, and the same held for him. That had been reassuring. It went a long way in helping him place his trust in the woman, something he was now not entirely comfortable with after the fiasco that had taken place a few weeks ago. The woman had her defences down for a few emotionally-charged moments around him, and he had gotten an unbidden glimpse of her true feelings. She was scared, not of him, but of what the future might entail. The war, being with someone she knew next to nothing about, and the prospect of sharing him with another woman, should the need arise.
The Greengrass family had been staunchly neutral in the previous war, something she had loathed for years. However, they had now decided to take a side in the conflict. But despite having decided, the dread was ever present.
‘And yet, she has chosen this.’
Harry sighed and looked down at the table, staring at her letter from a few days ago. It had been a perfectly friendly letter, politely inquisitive of how he was doing and her talking about things innocuous. After exchanging a few letters with her, something was made fairly clear to him. She had never been in a relationship before. The way she had behaved that evening coupled with the letters they had exchanged had clued him into that fact. Not that Harry could say that he was an experienced man when it came to amorous affairs either. His only previous association, if he could even call it that, had been with Gabrielle.
With a small frown, he pulled the drawer and took out the letter he had gotten from the French beauty all those weeks ago. He had yet to respond to her, and he didn’t know what to say. The situation had unfolded in such a manner that he found himself stuck in a rock and a hard place, shouldering responsibilities he shouldn’t have had to.
And yet, he couldn’t let himself falter. He was committed to Daphne now, and he could not let himself be distracted from his duty towards her. It wasn’t as if he wanted to, either. What he had seen of Daphne so far had endeared her to him, and he would be lying if he said he was resentful of their engagement. She had not given him even the remotest of reasons to be aggrieved at being betrothed to her, and he didn’t have to struggle to try at their relationship, budding as it was.
Sirius had been spot-on with his analogy at the meeting. They had to treat it as a blind date that had evolved nicely, because that is what it essentially was – two people, previously unknown to one another, trying a relationship.
He looked at Gabrielle’s letter and resolved to write to her, deciding to tell her everything that had happened and how he felt about it all. It would be tremendously unfair of him to hide something like that from her, even though there was nothing between them, officially that is. He only hoped she would not be hurt and would still remain his friend at the very least, even though in his heart, he had wanted her to be something much more.
However, that right resided with Daphne now as well. He had given his word to her, as had she, and he couldn’t take that away from her and impose his will without any care for what she would want. It would be a mutual decision if it happened, or it wouldn’t.
He would have to harden his heart if something like that happened, because he would not take it out on Daphne, no matter what. She was innocent in all of this.
With a small sigh, Harry put Gabrielle’s letter back in the drawer and closed it before tucking Daphne’s letter in another drawer. The Greengrass family would be arriving around noon, and it was early morning. He had his daily routine to go through, after which a practice session with Moody awaited.
Unabashedly and forgetting his inner turmoil, Harry grinned. He could not wait to kick Tonks’ ass again.
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“Fuck you, Potter!” A shrill cry sounded out as Harry laughed and batted her spell aside. They had been at it for close to half an hour now, his practice session with Moody having ended an hour ago wherein the older wizard might not have managed to beat him this time, but he had surely tired him out immensely.
Despite that, he had enough in the tank for Tonks, as he had demonstrated already.
“You kiss your mum with that mouth, Tonksie?” Harry mocked, sidestepping a red bolt before conjuring a set of retractable knives and banishing them towards her. Nym growled.
“You little shit,” she hissed, before transfiguring his knives mid-air, much to his surprise. He saw metallic chains speeding towards him and erected a dummy in front of him, watching in smug satisfaction as the chains wrapped around it.
He looked up at Nym and smirked. “Try harder.”
Off to the side, Moody shook his head as Sirius kept on laughing.
“That boy needs to work on his cockiness. He fights well, but then his cocky side appears. He needs to learn never to let himself get comfortable.”
Sirius snorted.
“Loosen up, Mad-Eye, relax a bit. Their fight has long been over. He’s just taunting her, for what? Fifteen minutes now?”
“A fight is not over until it’s over, Black. Always remember that,” Alastor Moody growled, his eyes flickering over his former pupil before he stared at the two of his newest, one of whom had been a bigger pain in the ass than he could have ever imagined him of being.
Sirius shook his head and looked at the fight if one could call it that. His eyes widened and he laughed when he saw what Harry had done. Falling on his ass, the marauder was cackling loudly at the neon-haired metamorph who shrieked when she saw what the brat had done before looking on in disbelief when her powers didn’t seem to work. Beside him, Moody watched on with a grin.
“Harry James Potter! You fix this! Now!” Tonks shouted at a grinning Harry who simply crossed his arms behind his head and stood there, relaxed.
“Fix what? I’d say it’s an improvement,” he winked.
“Improvement my ass! You fix it or Merlin forbid, I’ll shove your wand up your ass right in front of your girlfriend when she arrives today!”
Harry chuckled and waved his wand, and Tonks calmed down slightly when her hair returned to its usual bubble-gum pink. She tried it out and relaxed further when her powers started to work again.
“Good boy. You live for today. But be on your guard, Potter,” Tonks threatened before turning around and walking out.
Sirius smirked as he clapped his godson on the back while Moody simply shook his head.
“Good work, lad. Your illusion is down perfect.”
Harry smiled at Moody before looking at Sirius.
“How long do you reckon she’s gonna take before she finds out?”
Sirius thought for a moment and grinned. “Any moment now.” He chuckled when a loud shout of “POTTER!” reverberated throughout the duelling room as an irate Nymphadora Tonks rushed in, shrieking like a banshee as the Weasley twins trailed after her, laughing hysterically.
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The Order of the Phoenix had gathered rather early today. Dumbledore had called for the meeting to be held at noon when the Greengrass family would be arriving to attend their first meeting and become an official part of the Order.
Everyone had taken the required oaths, and it felt like a change was truly coming to society. A number of families had refrained from joining a side in the previous war, something that was going to be rectified this time. Cyrus Greengrass had promised them additional support, and he was not going to falter.
Harry sat with Sirius near the head of the table, the seat beside him unoccupied. Another pair of seats opposite him was empty, with some Order members who were in attendance taking their seats around the table. There were a few notable absentees though.
No Hogwarts professor was in attendance. Remus had gone to pay a visit to the clans, while Snape was nowhere to be seen. Harry had had an immature thought of relishing in the look on the Potions master’s face when he saw who he was going to marry one day, but he’d quashed it in an instant. Snape probably knew anyway.
The floo flared to life, and heads turned around to look at the new arrivals. Harry watched with a small smile as Cyrus Greengrass stepped out gracefully before standing to the side as his wife appeared next to him. However, it was the next woman whose arrival Harry had been secretly waiting for.
Her blonde hair was let loose in waves, falling down to the middle of her back and over her shoulders, thick strands framing her heart-shaped face elegantly. Her bright sapphire eyes found his in an instant, and Harry relished in the genuine smile that adorned her beautiful visage.
They walked over, and Harry stood up, clasping Cyrus’ hand firmly, who smiled at him and patted his back. He kissed Evelyn’s hand politely, who caressed his cheek like only a mother could, and smiled at her when they walked over to take their seats opposite him.
However, it was the next arrival that made his palms sweat slightly. He took a deep breath and relaxed, smiling at her and kissing her knuckles softly. Daphne smiled sweetly, and Harry returned her smile.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
And that was all.
Pulling the chair that he had reserved for her back, Harry waited until she had sat down before taking his own seat and looked at Tonks who quickly introduced herself to his future wife. She winked at him and engaged Daphne in some small talk which he quickly tuned out. He looked over at Dumbledore who nodded at him.
“Thank you for joining us at this hour on a Sunday, everyone,” Dumbledore began with a smile as he looked around the table, taking in the members present for the meeting. The Weasleys were sitting near him, followed by a few of Dumbledore’s old supporters. Harry spotted Elphias Doge and Benjy Fenwick, the latter’s heavily scarred face a reminder of how he had escaped a Death Eater assault by the skin of his teeth in the first war. Everyone paid rapt attention to what the ancient wizard was going to say.
“There is some news that I feel prudent to announce, but before we move forward with that, we have new friends to welcome. It is with great pleasure that I welcome the Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass to the Order of the Phoenix.”
Everyone clapped politely as Cyrus Greengrass stood up and nodded.
“Are we making it a rule to include young witches and wizards in the Order, Albus?” Molly Weasley asked, looking at Daphne with a frown.
“It was my request, Mrs Weasley,” Harry interjected swiftly, and Molly looked at him in surprise, “because Daphne is going to be my wife. And she has the same goals as I do. So, I don’t believe it would be right to exclude her from getting any information. Don’t worry, Mrs Weasley, it’s alright.”
Molly Weasley looked at them for a moment with a conflicted look on her face before she sighed.
“I hope you know what you’re getting into, Harry dear. I didn’t want you to be a part of this either, and now we have more young ones becoming members of the Order.”
Harry smiled at her. He really liked how utterly caring this woman was. Initially, he had expected her to be angry with the fact that Daphne was going to be his wife since he had thought she wanted him to get together with his daughter, but she had surprised him by showing nothing but support and understanding.
“I hope these were normal circumstances, Mrs Weasley. However, I am in the thick of this war. Everyone knows it. And by aligning themselves with me, House Greengrass is at the forefront as well. I also think it would not be farfetched to say that Daphne would probably be very high on Voldemort’s list of people to get rid of, now that she is betrothed to me.”
Beside him, Daphne looked on with a stoic look on her face, which was set with firm resolve shining through. Seeing the unfazed look on the young woman’s face, Mrs Weasley nodded with a sigh and sat back.
Dumbledore looked on at the proceedings with a small smile and nodded.
“With the Greengrass family and the voting block headed by Lord Greengrass, we have direct majority in the Wizengamot, which would enable us to control the regular laws that will be passed. However, we do not have the power to make any significant decisions, so there won’t be any quick progress,” he remarked, looking at the table at large.
“Coupled with you being ousted from the post of Supreme Mugwump, Headmaster, we cannot hope for any overseas aid either,” Mr Weasley noted. Dumbledore nodded with a small smile.
“The situation has not escalated so much that we would need to consider help from other countries, Arthur. It is a cold war right now, one not acknowledged by the ministry. Safe to say, internationally, there is no conflict, at least in official discussions.”
Harry frowned. It was apparent to everyone, even in Britain, that the ministry had something to hide. The public outcry in the previous two weeks had been glorious, with many having started asking the difficult questions. Fudge had been at a loss for what to do, and there was a speculative article in the Prophet every other day.
“What about Hogwarts?” Harry asked finally and felt Daphne look at him sideways. He glanced at her, nodding before turning to look at Dumbledore, who smiled slightly.
“Would you tell the others?” Dumbledore intoned, staring at the wizard sat on his right, and everyone turned to look at Moody in surprise.
“You’re going to teach Defence again this year?” Harry asked with surprise. Moody snorted.
“Again? Last year, I didn’t teach you shit.”
Harry leaned back in his chair with a smirk. “It means Fudge won’t be planting his stooge at the castle then.”
Dumbledore sighed, and Harry turned to look at him.
“Professor Binns has been exorcised by order of the ministry, and even the Department of Education gave its assent. Unfortunately, they decided it on the deadline day.”
Harry looked at Dumbledore in surprise.
“Which means the ministry will be appointing the History professor.”
Dumbledore nodded.
“Initially, the proposal was for the minister to have a direct control in appointment, but we managed to modify the proposal. No appointment shall be made without the approval of the Department of Education.”
“That’s something, isn’t it? Griselda Marchbanks is a fair woman. I don’t think she will let someone unqualified take the role of a Hogwarts professor.”
Harry didn’t pay it any mind, his gaze fixed on Dumbledore who had a frown on his face. He had a bad feeling about that.
The rest of the meeting passed without anything noteworthy to discuss, and soon, it was time for the Greengrass parents to bid their daughter farewell for the summer.
Harry stood inside the empty room next to his Godfather as he watched Daphne greet her parents. The two women hugged each other before Cyrus caressed his daughter’s head affectionately and nodded at Harry. Harry gave him a nod in return as Cyrus smiled.
With a final greeting of farewell from Sirius and Harry, the Greengrass couple departed in a swirl of emerald flames, leaving only three other occupants of the room in their wake. Harry turned to look at Daphne and smiled.
“Come on, I’ll show you to your room,” Harry smiled and without hesitation, took her hand and led her away, leaving a surprised Daphne who followed and a grinning Sirius Black who stared at their retreating backs before going to his own room.
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The moment Harry walked out of the room with Daphne in tow, he felt a pair of arms clap him on each of his shoulders.
“Alright, Harrykins, so when are you gonna introduce us?”
“Y’know it’s rude not to introduce your future wife to your honorary brothers, right?”
Daphne looked in surprise as the twin redheads fixed their eyes on her, before looking at Harry who sighed.
“Daphne, this is Fred and this is George. Guys, this is Daphne.”
“Charmed,” the twins said in unison with matching grins before turning to look at Harry, “how can you tell us apart every time? Even our own mother struggles sometimes!”
Harry shrugged. “Made any progress on your project yet?”
Fred sighed.
“None yet. But don’t ya worry, partner, we’re hard at work,”
“It’s gonna take some time, that’s all.”
Harry nodded. “We’ll need them, guys. I have high hopes. And don’t forget the other thing too.”
“Righty-o!” The twins saluted before walking off, leaving a bemused couple in their wake.
“Are they always like that?” Daphne asked. Harry chuckled.
“More or less. C’mon, let’s get going,” Harry smiled.
The pair walked upstairs in silence; their hands clasped together. Nothing was said, with each wondering where to start. As they reached their destination, the door to the far end opened and Harry saw Hermione walk out. His former friend stopped in her tracks, her eyes taking in the scene before her as she looked at their joined hands. Slowly, she walked over towards them and looked at Daphne.
“Greengrass,” she said, and something about her tone irked Harry.
“Granger,” Daphne replied with an equally frosty tone, taking Harry by surprise.
“Fancy seeing you here. I didn’t know you two knew each other,” Hermione remarked, looking at their joined hands with a stare that was borderline disapproving. Harry’s hold tightened a bit as he felt Daphne squeeze her grip on his hand. He had no clue what the deal between the two was, but it was serious if a polite person like Daphne was behaving like this. However, for now, to deal with Hermione so that he could be alone with Daphne and properly ask her.
His arm wrapped around the blonde’s waist, pulling her close. Daphne breathed in surprise, her eyes widening slightly as Harry pressed her firmly against him.
“We’re dating actually.”
Hermione’s eyes shot open as she looked at them, seemingly in disbelief of just what had come out of Harry’s mouth at that moment.
“Now if there isn’t anything else,” he looked at Hermione who was staring at him with abject shock on her face.
With a nod, Harry pulled the door open and walked in with Daphne still glued to his side. He didn’t give Hermione any time to speak and shut the door, leaving a incredulous brunette staring at it.
Once inside in privacy, Harry slowly distanced himself from Daphne and walked over with her to sit on the bed. He pulled her beside him and clasped her hand in his lap, looking at her with concern.
“Daphne? You okay?”
The woman in question closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, relaxing slightly, and nodded.
“What was that out there?”
Daphne looked at him in slight surprise before sighing.
“Nothing much. Just some issues. No need to trouble yourself, Harry.”
Harry shook his head. “That didn’t look like just some issues to me, Daphne. I admit that I don’t know you that well, but even I know that your tone was not normal. There is something, and I would very much appreciate it if you told me. I won’t force you, but I would like to know just what it is between you two.”
Daphne sighed and looked at him.
“I don’t want your friendship with her getting tarnished because of me, Harry. Please let it go?” She pleaded, and Harry looked at her in surprise before chuckling softly.
“Would it help you to know that we’re not friends anymore?” He asked with a sad smile. Daphne’s eyes widened.
“What?”
Harry nodded. “You know Legilimency?”
Daphne nodded hesitantly, “Not very well, but I’ve got the basics down.”
“That’s all we’re going to need. Our bond will help. I’m going to lower my shields and show you the memory. I feel it would be better that way.”
Daphne looked at him in surprise before nodding and pulling her wand out. Harry looked at her and Daphne saw his eyes flash slightly for a second.
“Legilimens,” she whispered and was instantly transported to a duelling arena where Harry was present with the youngest Weasleys and Granger.
It all happened in a second, and Daphne emerged from his mind with her mouth open in shock.
“Merlin, I knew she was like that, but with you as well… and Weasley too,” she muttered, before looking at Harry.
“Although I don’t know how I feel about you all but reading their minds without their consent.”
Harry sighed. “I know it was not ethical of me to do that, and I still don’t know why I did something like that, but at that moment, I wanted to know the truth, to put my fears to bed once and for all. I didn’t want to live with that glimmer of doubt in my mind. We are going to be in a war, Daphne, and I wanted it to be all transparent between me and the people I was supposed to trust the most.”
“You could’ve told them to take an oath. Nothing serious, but indicative enough that you’d have known that they would tell you their true feelings.”
Harry nodded. “In hindsight, there are many things I could’ve done differently, I know that now. But nothing came to my mind at that moment.”
Daphne sighed and nodded. “Although I have to admit,” she smirked as Harry looked at her, “that was truly a Slytherin move on your part. Putting your alter ego to good use, aren’t you?” She teased. Harry chuckled with her before he quickly sobered up.
“Will you tell me now? What is it between you and Hermione?”
Daphne sighed and nodded. “You’d like to see the memories too? Would save me an explanation.”
Harry shrugged. “Might as well,” he replied, brandishing his wand and pointing it at her. Daphne nodded at him, and with a whispered “Legilimens,” he was inside her mind.
An instant later, he was out of her mind, a deep frown on his face.
“Now that I know the truth, it does not surprise me in the slightest. She always had the habit of jumping to conclusions first. But all of that…”
Daphne nodded, her face set into stone.
“I can tolerate everything, but treating me like a supremacist even though I did nothing to warrant that is something I draw a firm line against. There is nothing I hate more than this pureblood doctrine, and for her to treat me like a blood purist for four years just because I was better than her in academics was not only petty, but it slowly became vindictive. It didn’t affect me much in the past two years, but the first two were pretty harsh.”
Harry nodded, wondering how he never saw that side of Hermione. Sure, he knew she was a fiercely competitive woman, even more after the revelations from a few weeks prior, but to take it to such an extreme scale based on some preconceived notions of what a Slytherin would be like was something he had not expected.
“Hermione doesn’t like when someone does better than her. I didn’t realize that fully, but when I came to know how she liked having me reliant on her, how much self-important that made her feel, I couldn’t find it in myself to remain friends with her. Yeah, we are at war, and we need all the support we might get, but I just couldn’t find it in myself to pretend after knowing the truth.”
Daphne released a soft breath.
“I understand that. I endured all those comments, whispers behind my back, those dark looks that I tried to ignore every time, even telling her that I didn’t believe in it, how much I hated the pureblood doctrine, but once she formed that opinion and her emotions clouded her judgement, there was no going back for her. I was never much social in school, always kept to myself and didn’t even do anything to warrant any scorn, and yet doing something like that to someone just based on assumption? How is that right?”
Harry nodded, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer as Daphne sighed softly. Mere words and small actions, repeated over the years. Her actions had severely impacted Daphne.
Whatever Hermione’s intentions might have been, she had done it all. Daphne had tried to ignore her, but there was a limit to everyone. No matter how much one ignored the comments or gestures around oneself, it was bound to have an effect.
Harry tightened his hold around her, caressing her back softly and relaxed when he felt her calm down.
“Sorry,” she muttered, and Harry shook his head, wiping the lingering tears away from her eyes.
“It’s alright. Thank you for confiding in me. I had no idea.”
Daphne chuckled. “You were always so preoccupied with everything that went on that it’s not surprising that you didn’t notice it all.”
Harry leaned back on the bed, looking up at her. She was smiling down at him, and he chuckled.
“What?”
Daphne shook her head. “Nothing.”
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They had spent a few hours already in what was now Daphne’s room, and Harry had already recited his first three years to her in detail without any alteration. The look on her face during the tale was priceless, and in the end, she had only shaken her head while wondering just what mess she had managed to land herself in.
Currently, they were laying side by side, looking at the decorated ceiling when he interjected with humour lacing his voice.
“So… any psycho ex-boyfriends I need to know about?”
He had gathered that she’d never been in a relationship before, and a shake of her head confirmed that for him.
“I never gave anyone any attention. Didn’t attend the Yule Ball either. Although I heard a funny tale about a certain Hogwarts champion being a right arse to his date, ignoring her all night,” she teased. Harry groaned.
“Can you blame me? I never knew Parvati liked gossip so much. Barely five minutes in and I was ready to bolt. She should be happy that I stayed throughout the ball with her, and didn’t stand her up.”
Daphne giggled. “Tracey had heard her for a few minutes when you were sitting near the drinks table, and she told me the same. What was it that she said? Oh right. Potter must be a master Occlumens to endure Patil’s trap for so long. Any other guy would’ve shoved her inside a broom closet and locked it from the outside before jumping off the Astronomy Tower.”
Harry chuckled. “I think I’m going to like Tracey.”
Daphne nodded. “She’s the best. You’ll love her.”
A moment of silence prevailed between them for a moment, before Daphne asked hesitantly, “Do you have any ex-girlfriend that I should know about? Or anyone else who you might have liked before we were betrothed?”
Harry turned to look at her apprehensive face and brushed a strand of blonde hair that had covered her eye, tucking it behind her ear.
“We agreed to be honest, right?”
Daphne nodded.
“Then believe me that I’m being honest when I say this. I don’t want you to feel obligated to do anything with this information, alright? You don’t owe me anything, and I don’t expect you to do anything either. Are we clear on that much?”
Daphne nodded.
“During the final half of last year, I spent some time with someone. We became close friends, and I believe there were feelings on both sides. We have been exchanging letters all summer, although they stopped when the talks of our engagement started.”
“Were you two?”
“No, we never discussed anything. Even in our letters. We parted as close friends and remain as such to this very day. There is nothing more in there.”
“But you’d hoped for more.”
Harry sighed before he gave a small nod.
“I see,” Daphne whispered, looking at the window behind him. Harry took her hands and brought them close to his face, planting a small kiss on her knuckles.
“I told you already, Daphne. I might have wished for it in the past, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to do anything about it.”
“Can you at least tell me who she is?”
“You might have seen her with me a few times in the Great Hall. We didn’t meet many times in public but we did have meals together whenever she didn’t have those in the carriage.”
Daphne shook her head. “I do not pay much attention to the Gryffindors, Harry. I have a habit of finishing my meals quickly and getting out of the Great Hall, so no, I didn’t see you with anyone apart from your usual circle whenever I happened to look in that direction. And you said carriage? You mean it’s someone from Beauxbatons then.”
Harry nodded. “Gabrielle Delacour, Fleur Delacour’s sister. She looked like a little girl, but she’s a veela and- “
“Veela age differently. They look like kids until they are eighteen before transforming into beautiful women right when they attain the age of maturity.”
Harry nodded, slightly surprised at the small smile on Daphne’s face.
“You know about Veela?”
Daphne chuckled. “I know Gabrielle too.”
Harry looked at her, surprised. “What?”
Daphne sighed before she smiled. “She’s my distant cousin, Harry. My grandfather’s sister married her grandfather. Great-grandfather promised her hand to a friend he had made in the war with Grindelwald. Our families are fairly close. That little minx! She told me that she was interested in someone at Hogwarts before leaving, but she didn’t tell me it was you.”
Harry could only stare at her smiling face with wide eyes.
“I promised you to keep an open mind about this, Harry, and I meant it. If it’s Gabby, I’m sure we could sort it out.”
Harry was flabbergasted. Never in his wildest dreams could he have thought of something like this. What were the chances!?
“You’re serious?”
Daphne nodded with a small smile.
“Well, damn.”
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To be continued…
