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AN: At this chapter the plot of Gof and OoF start merging, so a reminder that the tournament was transferred for the fifth year in this AU

Also i don't own nothing =]


Chapter 04

The first full moon he was to expend at Hogwarts was approaching, and Harry could feel it stronger than ever. But this time the “wolf” was different.

At privet drive, it was usually all about rage and the thrive to hurt the Dursley's, as bad as they done to him. That scared Harry, and he sometimes was even thankful for his isolation.

But here was different, and he was pretty sure what had happened with Katie had something to do with it. The rage was still there, but there was something else… when he saw Ginny's freckles going down her neck, the beautiful color of Parma’s skin, the power of Angelina at the quidditch field, Lavender's breasts, and Daphne’s incredible figure. Specifically when he remembered the feeling of Katie's bum in his hands, or Hermione's amazing hair.

Hermione was right, as always.

That scared him, a lot, maybe even more than the rage. He was not that guy, he didn't want to be that guy, he didn't even like when Seamus and Ron started talking like that about the girls.

But he remembered the way Katie smiled at him, and all this had gone away, at least for a moment.

That was another thing; Harry was confused about where they stand. Katie herself hasn’t changed the way she acted around him, at least in public, although she had been way more randy under the table when they sat down together at meals. He believed it was better this way. Harry needed to learn about his new self first, and how to live with it. It was fun, and seems that it was what they both needed for now. It was also somewhat fun trying to deflect Hermione's questions about the marks on his neck for the first days.

He was alone at the table, early in the morning, his sleep patterns always got a little erratic so close to the full moon. Almost like magic, as soon as the bacon and sausage appeared in from of him, Hedwig landed in the table.

“Hello girl, how was France, did you get to know Fleur?” Hedwig shook her feathers and extended the letter to Harry. He took it and gave her some bacon slices with a smile. “You are waaaay too clever, you know that.”

The smell of lilies and vanilla hit Harry almost immediately, “addictive” he though, and for some reason he got excited to open the letter and read it at once.

Dear Harry Potter

It was with real Happiness that I got your response. I confess to be afraid, but would understand if you choose not to write me back. I can really see how hard it must be for you to trust a stranger in your position.

To be honest, I can completely understand what you were saying, to be binded and judge by the accidental circumstances of your birth. Most people don't even bother trying to know who you are, and assume things you should or should not do. No matter what you do for yourself or how much you exede on something. And now that I think about it, for you must be even worse, as said circumstances are a constant reminder of the tragedy you been through. At least I have my family to turn on too when things get too hard.

How can people turn such a beautiful and powerful act of love in something so painful is beyond me.

Sorry for my little rant. So many things are wrong, even here in France. All I wanted to say is that I understand you, at least in some level.

I am also looking forward to get to know Hogwarts, and specifically the students (you and Angelina for the most part, of course), although I am really afraid of that dread thing you call food over there. They say the lake at the castle is beautiful, and so is the forest. It is true you have unicorns over there?

Maybe you and your friends can take me on a tour. I really don't know how exactly this tournament will work, or even if I will be part of it, all records are really scary. But maybe is something I need to try for myself.

Thank you again Harry Potter, I hope to hear from you soon.

Fleur Delacour

PS: Hedwig is really an astonishing and smart owl, and I can see you treat her well. Give her my thanks again.


Harry was astonished, Fleur really seemed to understand. Probably she has gone through something like he had? Would it be polite to ask? As he decided to not ask, and just keep the conversation going, Hermione sat by his side.

“Fleur?”

“Yep”

“So? Are you going to keep writing her?”

“I think so; she will be here in three weeks anyways”

Hermione bite her lip, sending shivers through Harry’s back, awaking the wolf.




Fenrir listened to the insane screams of Bellatrix Lestrange on the cell next to his. He knew she wasn't half as insane people think, but she didn't know he wasn't half as stupid people think he was, and that was the way he liked.

This time it is Voldemort, last time was Grindelwald, the name of the so called dark Lord didn't matter to him.

He would outlive them all.

All it matters was to get his spoils, to make his pack bigger and stronger, to become the alpha he was destined to be. If said dark Lord provided him with his little girls, he would help, for a time.

These damn wizards didn't know the true strength of his people, no, not even his people know.

All they had to do was taste human flesh.




“No Hermione, I don't need some kind of Knight in shining armor, specifically if it is Gryffindor's golden boy!” Daphne said.

Daphne and Tracy had meet Hermione on their usual table at the library. Something had happened that morning.

“You know, he really hates that nickname” Hermione told her with a faint smile. “You have to understand Daphne, not only can he protect you, it plays all too well on our own plans” Hermione took her hand. “And our plans need you to succeed, and it needs to be done this year. There will be no stupid quidditch cup this year, it is perfect!”

“I don't want to owe anything to Potter!”

“If you think you would, than you really don't know him. He is making an effort to look pass all the crap Ro… Wesley fed him in the last four years!” Hermione finished, and Daphne could see the hurt in her eyes.

Harry chose that moment to show up. Daphne looked at him walking to the table, oblivious to the looks the other occupants gave him. How could someone have such an effect on everyone, and not notice? Daphne assumed her ice queen stance almost by reflex.

“Greengrass, Davis” he said with a nod when he reached the table, Daphne couldn't perceive any ill tone on his voice, he was actually being… friendly?

“Potter” Daphne said coldly

“Sorry to interrupt, but could I talk with you for a minute, Hermione?”

The girl got up, and Daphne watched as they had gone between the shelves, not exactly hiding, but talking in a low tone. Harry talked first, Hermione looked concerned, he gave her a sort of reassuring smile that seemed to work. They really knew each other, the Slytherin though with a little touch of envy, even if the entire school turned its back on Harry again, he would have Hermione. And she would have him. Maybe that was something worth having.

Then Harry showed Hermione a piece of parchment and she became really happy, giving a hug. That was not a just friend’s hug, Daphne could tell. He whispered something in her ear and a happy tear rolled down her cheeks.

That was real, Daphne though, that was what she herself wanted. She was growing really tired of power games and junior death eaters.

They both returned to the table, Hermione sat down and Harry said “Sorry.”

“You really to stop apologizing Potter” Daphne said. “You don't need it, and it doesn't suit you.” She tried to keep her expression as blank as possible.

He smiled at her, and turned to leave, but with a deep breath he stopped.

Harry turned to her, her eyes had changed, the shyness was gone, and there was only resolve now. Daphne almost lost herself on the emerald green.

“Greengrass… no… Daphne” he said “I don't know what is wrong, but let me say this, I don't care which house you are, Hermione trusts you, and that is enough for me. If you need my help, for anything, I will do it!”

He looked her in the eyes, smiled and left. Daphne couldn't hide her surprise, how did he know?




Fleur was fuming. One week detention, for defending her family nonetheless. She entered the great hall and stormed at the sixty year’s table. The three other girls looked at her expression and leave.

“Good!” Fleur thought, “That way I don't get tempted to extend my detention.”

A tear rolled on her face, she missed home.
“It is true you hexed Matthieu so hard that u broke both his legs?” Regine asked sitting by her side.

“WHAT!!! No!!! I made him vomit every time he said the word Delacour, then he slipped on his own goo” Fleur said “maybe he twisted an ankle, nothing more!! Those liars!!”

“What did he do to deserve it, and I know for sure he did something.” Regine asked in amusement, angry Fleur was a sight to behold.

“He had the audacity to accuse my father of using Mon, Gabrielle and myself to get votes from the council. Said that we were using the allure, and that was the only reason he got that far!!! Gabrielle hasn’t even awakened her allure! She is eleven!”

“Breath Fleur, breath…” Regine tried, but couldn't contain a smile. “Don't mind that bastard, he never got over the fact you rejected him last summer. Typical entitle pureblood idiot.”

“I know, but… sigh…”

As she tried to calm herself, Hedwig entered through one of the big windows and landed in front of her.

“Hello Hedwig, good to see you again” Fleur said with a smile. She took the letter from the owl without hiding her excitement.

“Good to see I can't compete with a boy thousands of kilometers from here…” Regina said with a grin.

“Ohh, shut up, you will always be first in my heart” Fleur said, opening the letter.

Dear Fleur

I don't know what to say, that was the most precise and heartfelt description of what goes on I had ever seen. You managed to put into words something I never could. I don't actually know what you been through (and I know by the way you wrote that you had or have been through something) but I really hope one day you trust me enough to tell.

Everything you said was spot on, thinking about it, I even believe that's the reason I play quidditch, to make something on my own, to be good on something that I made myself.

Fleur, don't you ever, ever, feel sorry for relaying on your family, it is the most important thing in the world to know we are not alone.

I must say I am really looking forward to give you a tour around Hogwarts, maybe we can even get to see the giant squid at the lake, she is actually quite friendly, and, if you got into the tournament, I will root for you, school loyat be damned!

I hope you don't get to disappointed at meeting me anyway.

Thank you for understanding

Harry James Potter.

“For being the most famous boy in England, he sure has some self esteem problems…” Regine said, giving the letter back to Fleur. “But he seems like a really nice guy, and I wholehearted agree with him about your family.”
Fleur simply nodded,
She didn't want to say, but she was also afraid. What if her allure messed with everything?




Harry was moving towards the dungeons, it was a couple hours before nightfall and he needed to get out of the castle. The amount of stimulation was overloading his senses. So much noise, people talking, smells… he could hear excited talk about the arrival of the foreign schools, people gossiping about other students, or how Harry himself broke the imperious curse at defense. The smell of perfume, snacks and other not so pleasant things hit him like punches.

He wanted out, but he needed the wolfsbane potion from Snape first. He was sure the greasy bat didn't give it to him before on propose, so he had to make the walk to his office at the dungeons.

In a way, Harry didn't even care anyone.

He crossed very few Slytherin students, and it was thankful for that, but next to Snape's office, he noticed something.
Something familiar.

The smell of fear.

Almost instinctively he made a left turn to an mostly desert and dark corridor. Why the hell did a school have so many dark corners like Hogwarts, he wonders.

He stopped, there was a familiar voice.

“Now, you can blame this on your bitch of a sister” Harry could now see Crabbe and Goyle, and behind then, Draco Malfoy was pressing a young girl with raven black hair against the tapestry on the wall. “No one denies me. She didn't learn with what happened with Zanbinni, but will now”

Harry's heart started pounding fast, what the heck was he doing? Was Draco really that far gone?

“Let me go!!” The girl screamed defiantly. She was no more than a third year. The fighting back seemed to pull Draco even more to the edge. He pushed the girl forcefully to the wall, a hand on her neck.

That was enough.

“Let her go...now!” Harry screamed, his heart beating fast, his mind rushing. He looked to the three boys, and realized he was not afraid.

“Prey…” the shadow in his mind whispered.

All of the other four people look at him, surprised. “Potter?! You two, stun him now!!”

Harry's hand stormed to his pocket. “No!! No wand” the wolf said on his mind. “They are prey.”

Faster than any of them could imagine, even Harry himself, he closed the distance between him and Malfoy, shoving Crabbe and Goyle to the sided along the way. For a second, Draco could see the rage in Harry's eyes, an inch from his own, before feeling the pain radiating from his stomach.

Draco curved with the pain, and the next punch hit him on the face. Once the on floor, Harry was over him, landing another punch.

Harry barely felt the stunner hit him on the shoulder, no more than a itching feeling. He turned to see the astonished face of Crabbe, holding his wand. He could hear himself growling.

“POTTER!!!!” Snape's voice rumbled through the corridor, bringing him back from his rage. Goyle helped Malfoy from the floor, and the three Slytherin boys started running on the other direction.

“I will get you for this Potter” Draco said, full of venom before disappearing around the corner.

Harry turned to face the professor, still breathing fast. The girl appeared from behind him, still quite pale.

“Professor, he helped…”

“You are already in enough trouble, Miss Greengrass, I suggest you to go back to your common room at once, as for you Potter, my office, now.” Snape interrupted in even tone. The girl looked at Harry and walked quickly through the corridor.

Harry entered the dark room Snape called office, the mold smell was terrible, making Harry dizzy…

“Sir…” Harry started.

“Running around the castle when you have an appointment with a professor” Snape interrupted without turning to him, looking at his shelves, “assaulting a fellow student and risking many others… I would say... 75 points from Gryffindor.” He turned to Harry with a vial in his hands. “I would prescribe you some detention, but I have the feeling your next nights will be bad enough…”


Hermione looked at the moon through the window of the girl's dorm, she was so happy when Harry said he had dropped divination and was starting runes. Ron would be angry...

Harry didn't show for dinner, as she had expected. Very few people seem to notice. Ginny and Neville asked, but she dismissed them, if Ron noticed, he didn't show…

“Harry smelled Daphne's fear” she thought, “but he had not been infected for so long, it should have taken at least a couple years… bloody hell Harry, not even the curses work right with you” she smiled at this.

She looked at the pile of books over her bed, “but it has been too fast… why?”

Then she remembered last year, Sirius, Peter, and the dementors…

She remembered the cold, feeling so sad and so lost she thought it will never be good again… Harry was bleeding profusely from Remus's bite… getting weaker and weaker. When she had lost hope, Harry brought her closer, almost an embrace and screamed the patronus charm. The air around then cracked, the stones were lifted from the ground, she felt pure magic running through him and leaving at his wand, the giant stag charged into the flying wraiths, with a wall of bright energy behind him, only them she could see the astonishing number of dementors surrounding them, and been repealed. At that moment, Harry was power…

A howling bring her back from the memory, it was not angry, not even sad… it was lonely.

All the books she had read agreed in one point. A lone wolf was a dead wolf.

HPHPHP

Harry drift until consciousness slowly, his senses of smell and hearing waking before his sight. He could hear the muttering of a voice, the anxious breathing of a dog, he could even hear the bees flying around the sweet tea. He knew it was sweet tea, he could smell it, almost taste it, alongside the warm bread a couple feet away. The he felt the smell of the fur blanket covering him, and Hagrid's strong musk
. Then he smelled the grass outside, and let his senses expand, the trees, the lake, a fox, the stones of the castle, the breakfast been cooked by the elves

He could almost “see” it.

He opened his eyes and the pain on his body made him focus. Goyle’s hex came back with a vengeance, making his left shoulder and arm really stiff and painful. He was in Hagrid's hut, and the large man was looking at him.

“ 'ncredible don't ye think lad, been part of it all… feeling 'ware”

“What it this Hagrid?”

“U 'now 'Arry, we hunted together last night, some nasty spiders. Yer a natural!”

Harry sat up, in pain.

“Don't worry, the pain will be gone with time, if ye learn… poor Remus never learned… but ye m’boy, ya’re a powerhouse!!”

“What are you talking about Hagrid? I am still me, just Harry!!! Now I am just cursed Harry, but I am still the same.”

“Ha!!! Ye wer never just 'Arry!!! And curse is a matter of perspective! Would ye call what u just felt a curse?”

Harry thought for a second, no… it was… fulfilling?

“But Dumbledore and Remus…”

“Those are much wiser men than old me, of course… but not even then can know it all… some people are too trapped on their own ways… 'ere. Take this.” Hagrid extended him a tome.

“A book, you are giving me a book?” Harry was a little amused by the whole situation.

“I got from a 'od friend, now, ye school clothes are on that chair, I believe u going to feel better than u think after some food on yer belly”

It was true, it still hurts, but nowhere near like it did on privet drive, Hagrid may really know what he was talking about.

“Since when are you so wise big man?” Harry asked.

“Well, no one ever asked” and he laughed.




A very curious Albus Dumbledore watched as Harry Potter entered the great Hall for breakfast. Harry was walking a little slower and arched, true be told, but even that was remarkable, usually newly cursed like him stay drained for almost an entire day. Specifically with the special modified potion the headmaster had ordered Snape to give him.

“The boy is really remarkable” Albus though with a smile. “I must test his limits; it may be helpful in the fight to come.”

He made a mental note to ask Snape for a more potent mixture for the next cycle, as he watched “his boy” sitting at the side of his muggle born friend.




The dummy golems laid in pieces at the ground of the defense class arena, as did some of Fleur's frustrations. As if the attack on her person were not enough, the attacks on her family had gotten a lot worse lately. The voyage to Britain was around the corner, and two weeks after their arrival, the council would vote on the new French ministry of magic.

Fleur was remorseful that she would not be there with her father; because of a stupid, dangerous tournament she didn't even know she would be part of.

“Why am I doing this?”

She looked at the destroyed training golems.

“Because it would bring honor and fame to myself and my house? No, my father is noble and rich enough to bypass even the pureblood bigotry of the council. To prove myself to Madam Maxine and the other students, that I am much more than just a veela? Fuck them” she amused herself with her own bravado, “even if I got choose and win they would still despise me, maybe even more!”

She looked at her wand, carrying her heritage and coming to a conclusion. She smiled.

“No, I will do it for myself, because I can. And because I WANT!

She got out of the training room feeling better with herself, and more resolved.

And she wanted to write Harry about it.


The next day, Harry walked Hermione to her arithmancy class, telling her about the weird conversation he had with Hagrid. He also told her that he was feeling way better than he usually did on the Dursley’s. Hermione’s analytical mind worked ever so fast talkin about better diet and ambient magic. She had a point Harry though, but there was also something else.

He still had a free period before runes, so he decided to start on reading the book Hagrid gave him. What would Ron think about Harry using his free time to read a book? The thought made the boy smile.

But he would soon discover, as Ron crossed him in the Gryffindor tower common room.

“What the fuck is happening mate?” Ron asked in a rather harsh tone, walking in his direction.

“What do you mean?”

“You dropped divination without telling me; almost don't stay around for practice…”

“There is no cup this year, Ron…”

“So? You are now too good for practice then?”

“I didn't say that...”

“You expend all your time with Hermione, slacking off…”

“WHAT? Slacking off? I am studying for once…”

“And then you vanished, without saying a word!!” Some other Gryffindor’s at the common room were looking at then, Ron was a at least two inches higher than Harry, and he was very close now.

“Ron, why are you doing this?”

“Are you shagging Hermione “mate”” he was really close now, gritting his teeth. Harry couldn't believe that was happening. More people joined around then, looking in silence.

“What the fuck Ron” Harry could feel the now familiar itching in his mind.

Ron steps closer, effectively looking down on Harry, to hum the situation was totally surreal.

“Are you bloody shagging Hermione?”

“Prey…”

“WHAT IF I AM, RON!!!” Harry exploded, something sparkling in his eyes, that made Ron take two steps back. “What if I am?” This time Harry stepped closer to the other boy, for some reason he didn't look smaller anymore. “She doesn't belong to you or me for that matter! You choose to step aside” his breath was heavy and he could see the fear on Ron's eyes, and suddenly felt bad for giving into the rage.

Harry stepped back and looked around the room, having flashbacks of the whole Heir of Slytherin situation. He calmed himself down.

“She is my friend” he said to Ron, but loud enough so everyone could hear. “And I don't like people talking like that about my friends. Please, don't do that; don't make choose between you two.” Harry gave a last sad look at Ron, then everyone one else, and leaved the room.

As he left the stairs and walked down the corridor he could not help but smile, Hermione would be all over him for this, and not in a good way. He knew pretty well she could defend herself, but he couldn't help.

Then a hand pulled him into a broom cupboard. He felt the strawberries smell, and Katie claimed his lips with need. Pulling him by his tie, her tongue dancing almost forcefully through his mouth.

“Damn, that was hot!” She said gasping for air, “I bet Wesley needs some clean pants now” she pushed him to the wall, on a small shelf at his hips high. He was almost leaning on the wall as she kissed him again.

Her hands dipped in need to his trousers, and he respond in kind, feeling bold after the confrontation with Ron. He placed his hand on her thigh, and moved up her skirt, finding her soaked knickers. He rubbed her center over the soft wet fabric, gaining a moan as reward. He loved the sound.

“Hum… I like the new Harry…” she said against his lips. Understanding as an encouragement, the boy pushed his hand inside her knickers, his fingers running through Katie’s dripping inner lips, than sliding around her clit. “Yeas… try… to… daaaamn… focus… your... senses on… meeeee…” she finished with a long moan.

Harry did just that, the smell of her sweet, mixed with her arousal, the moisture of her breath and lips, her hand working his zipper, her firm thighs around his hips… the overload of stimulus made him gasp, and let out a loud moan, making Katie smile.

She finally freed his member, and grabbed it, stroking a little too strongly a couple times, before repeating the slide motion with her inner lips, all along his length, spreading her own juices over him, before align it with her entrance. She kissed him profusely and sat down; feeling herself stretching just enough to accommodate Harry, as he easily entered her.

Their hips touched as she had him completely inside her. Katie stood there, enjoying the feeling of fullness for a while, before start rocking up and down, in an ever increasing pace. Harry's hands grabbed her bum, and helped her keep the movement.

Worked up as she was, I didn't take long before she was over the edge, calling Harry's name, and that was enough for him to go with her. He released inside her, biting her tie. Katie collapsed over him, and they both stayed there for a couple minutes, in bliss, enjoying the contact. Harry looked at her, and there was the smile, he felt great.

They both moan at the loss of contact when she got up. After a few drying and cleaning spells, Katie kissed Harry again.

“It was amazing Harry.”

“Yeah, it was…” he looked at her, smiling. “Katie, what are we doing?”

Katie placed her arms around his neck. “I always had a crush on you Harry, since my third year. But I was always afraid of these damn magical hormones” she kissed him again and took a deep breath, enjoying his post coital smells. “And you were always distant, in some adventure, kind like a platonic dream. Even when we played together.”

“Everyone got me scared of this drive we have. And you were so hard to get close. But then I felt you this year, you had changed, I could see it. And the smell, damn, your smell is different of everything; it is not like any other guy!!” He just looked at her, blushing. “I made a decision, I would make a move, and man, I would try to have fun doing it. I would not need to refrain myself for once, you could understand how I feel… I hope you don't think I am a slag or something.”

“Katie” he said smiling at her, she lost herself in those deep eyes for a second. “Who am I to judge you, it is your decision and I am happily going along. It is actually helping me. I would never think any less of you; I think I actually admire you”

She kissed him again.

“So… we… are…?” he asked.

“Having fun, for now?”

“Sounds good, and you can count on me for whatever you need”

“Oh, I am counting on it Mister Potter” she said grabbing his bum.

“Hum, can I ask when you were bitten?”

She moved away from him a little, and lowered her socks. He could see the scar on her right leg.

“I was five, so I have been living with this for as long as I can remember” Harry looked at her, astonished. “I have made my peace with it; my only sadness is that I will not be able to play professionally.”

“Does the staff know?”

“The headmaster does, he allow me to be portkeyed home every full moon. Angelina knows too”

Harry looked confused. “You don't stay on the grounds like me? Why?”

“Well, I guess the old man really wants to keep an eye on you, Boy-who-turned.”




Daphne was feeling nervous. She didn't know what to expect, and she didn't like it. “Damn noble git”, she thought. Waiting with here there were two other Slytherin girls.

There he was, walking to the great Hall with the other half-blood, Katie Bell. “They look a lot closer this days” she said to Tracy, “I wonder what Hermione think of that.” the three Slytherin girls waited.

Harry and Katie got separated, and Daphne seized the opportunity. Looking around, with no other Slytherin students nearby, she walked to Harry and locked her arms on his. “Come with me Potter” she whispered. He hesitates, but remembered Hermione trusted her.

They entered an unused classroom, Daphne asked Tracy to stay at the door while the other three entered the room.

“All right Greengrass…” Harry couldn't even finish the sentence; the other girl threw herself at him in a hug. Feeling really embarrassed he looked at Daphne who had her usual cold face, her arms crossed around her chest.

“Potter, that is my sister, Astoria”

The girl released Harry, and he finally recognized her, it was the third year he had saved from Malfoy and his goons. She had the same midnight black hair of her older sister, and a very similar slim build. She looked at him with watery eyes and a shy smile.

“Thank you Harry, thank you thank you thank you…”

Daphne was surprised by the look on Harry's face, not a sign of mockery or patronizing, only reassurance and honestly. Something she rarely had seen outside her family.

“Don't worry Astoria” he said. “It's always a pleasure to put that little ferret on his place.”

“OK Toria, that is enough” Daphne said emotionless. “Potter, you saved my sister, and gave Malfoy a black eye. I don't even know what would had happened if you were not there. I owe you. And I hate owing anything to anyone. So what do you want?”

She tried to read the boy expressions, it started with confusion, then disgust and then resolution.

“You owe me nothing Daphne. If anything I should thank you for being there for Hermione when I was not.” To say Daphne was surprised by this was an understatement. “She trusted you, and you bring her those books.”

Daphne was baffled.

“But I do want to ask for us to work together” Harry concluded.

“I am listening.” She said, curious.

“Don't you find it strange the everyone talks about the Potters, how important they were, how much power they seem to have and yet I am a idiot in regards of politics and pureblood tradition?” She nodded, it really was strange. “Well, Hermione and I started to think that too, last year, so I had a talk with Neville Longbottom about it. He told me about the Wizgamot, and of the house sits. About how his gran is trying to fight the death eaters politically. I didn't understand much I will admit. But then it struck Me.” he looked directly in her eyes.

“Are you not tired of living for someone’s rules? Even the war we have to fight is our parent’s war. That is not even close to fair. And if we keep using their methods and laws, we will keep doing the same mistakes”

“And what do you propose Potter, to you to become ministry of magic?”

“I don't even know if I will be alive this time next year Daphne” he said without looking away, she and her sister gulped.

“I want to start the changes here, I want Slytherin to stop been a internship for death eaters, I want the Gryffindor’s to stop judging people by their upbringing. House rivalries are stupid, to start with. Maybe I am being naive, but I believe not half the people that follow Malfoy would do so without the fear of been ostracized at their own house, of course there is his father, again another bloody thing that generation failed us.”

“Neville is great, but he could only teach me and Hermione as much, to an extent, he does better with his plants and I don't blame him. I need you to school me, and in exchange I will teach you, Astoria and even Tracy to defend yourselves and make front to Malfoy and his goons. I want YOU to take control of Slytherin in his place”

Daphne was paralyzed, trying to digest everything that was said to her. A chance to become the uncalled leader of her school house, but more importantly, to learn how to defend herself and her sister. Harry Potter could be many things, but everybody knew, since second year, he was someone you don't want cross wands with. And if Hermione’s stories about dementors and killers were true, he was even more powerful than people suspect.

“Think about it Daphne”

“I will Pot… Harry.”

As soon as Harry left the classroom Tracy entered and looked at the two sisters. “So?” She started.

Daphne looked at her and seemed confused.

“I… I… I think I am in love…”