Summary:
Two of Cups
On this card, we see two cups, one of silver and one of gold, one with moonstones set in it and the other with emeralds, overfilled with what could be wine or blood, one marked with a snake in the shape of an S and the other with a bolt of lightning. Of the hands that grasp the handle of each of the cups, one is female and the other male.
Notes:
Welcome back to a full chapter of The Heir and The Champions, I'm so glad y'all liked my last chapter with Rita Skeeter being Rita Skeeter. It was really fun to write, I basically sat down and asked myself "How could I spin this in the worst possible way?" and I feel like I did just that.
For all those who are screaming to have Rita meet Artemis, yes, this is in the cards to happen, and no, it will not end well for Miss Skeeter.
Anyway, in this chapter, we get a new perspective on the events that unfold.
On with the show! Sorry for the long wait be busy with work irl and have writer block half way through chapter. Support me through
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Daphne Greengrass, abandoned classroom on the second floor, Hogwarts.
Daphne Greengrass would never call herself a typical Slytherin, while yes, she fit the mold of the cunning, self-serving archetype of the house, she was not, however, a pure-blood supremacist. Her mother was a Muggleborn after all, making her a half-blood, though not many people in the house of the serpent knew or cared about who her mother was. They cared that she came from the long line of the Greengrass family through her father and the gold that came from the line. While neither a noble nor ancient house, they were on par with one of the Most Ancient houses with their assets in Gringotts.
Greengrass shipping and exports were known in the Wixen and Muggle world over as fast, reliable, and private in what they did. They helped with moving anything and everything, no matter the size or amount the world over, was there some shady business that came up from time to time, of course, no large business didn't have some black marks in their books, did that mean they were evil? Hardly. She didn't know exactly what the black marks were as her daddy never spoke about them for good reason, but it didn't mean Cyrus Greengrass didn't do anything good in the world.
Daphne's father regularly donated large amounts of gold to St. Mungos, so much so, that a ward was named after their family, he was a patron of up-and-coming enchanters and artificers, painters and scholars, and many more people to push the line of what magic could do and the healing that can be done with it, he was even an honorary member of The potionaires Guild through Cyrus would be the first to admit that he only got an Acceptable on the subject on his OWL. Though most of these donations and patronages were done with a singular goal in mind, to find a way to heal the malediction that had taken root in the family, a curse set upon an ancestor some four hundred years ago, the who's and whys in that age-old drama no longer mattered, only the How they did it and the How do they fix it; sadly, they didn't have an answer to either yet.
Her mother was a brilliant witch who had graduated from Ravenclaw house with honors before tucking herself away in the muggle world as the Blood War died down while working in a factory that her father had owned. Amaranth(Or Amy) Greengrass was a researcher in the medicinal field of potions and charms and had quite a number of rituals and healing spells to her name that she had created herself, and the prideful woman she was would often call herself the third greatest spell crafter in the last thirty or so years right after the late Pandora Lovegood and another she had refused to name whenever asked. She works for St. Mungos as a specialist healer in cases of long-lasting curses and her time and expertise were worth the woman's weight in gold, but she would often charge next to nothing if the case was interesting enough to just get a step closer to figuring out how to heal the Greengrass blood malediction.
The Greengrass Blood Malediction was a nasty piece of work, pass down through the generations to try and strangle out the family line, though, luckily, had a habit of skipping generations. Cyrus Greengrass was an asymptomatic carrier of the curse, and it had not shown up in Daphne when she was first born, and her mother and father had hopes that it would skip their own children's generation, to give them more time to hopefully heal the curse or find a way to slow it down, but sadly it wasn't to be. Daphne's younger sister, Astoria Greengrass was born with an active strain of the curse.
Born premature and extremely delicate, Astoria, it was thought that she wouldn't survive longer than six months but she proved her stubborn resolve even so young and fought for the life she now had, as half cursed as it was. The Blood Malediction was aggressive to an extreme, causing the magical core of the subject to be thinner and frailer than most others, causing wild magic surges to attack the body in catastrophic ways if one affected by the curse filters too much magic through their core it causes the blood in the body to coagulate in a dark syrupy mess. An extremely powerful blood thinner potion was needed during an attack to survive it and would put the victim on bed rest for several days after taking it.
But still, Astoria was a stubborn fighter to her core and had survived numerous attacks that should have killed her. As well as a stubborn fighter, Astoria was growing up to be a stubborn girl with an independent streak a mile wide, wanting to prove that she didn't need help to manage the curse or have people think she was as fragile as she was. Which was dangerous in a way, if no one was around when she had an attack it could mean death for her little sister, but Daphne wanted to respect it as much as she could and made sure those in Slytherin knew to keep an eye out for Astoria, even king knob-head himself, Draco Malfoy, had agreed to make sure Astoria would get to the Hospital Wing if she had an attack around him. Say what you want about the house of the serpent, but they made sure to watch out for their own in the end.
Daphne herself was neither as stubborn as her sister nor as business inclined as her father, she mainly took after her mother, a brilliant witch, who was second in her year in terms of grades, right below the eternal pain in her ass that was Hermione Granger. Don't get her wrong, Daphne respects her fellow witch for the girl's raw genius and academic mind, but it still pissed her off that she couldn't one-up the muggleborn in terms of theory work, her practical application was a little better than Hermione's, but not enough to edge her over the bushy bookworm in their grades. But beyond the books and studying, Daphne didn't really have hobbies, she went to every Quidditch game that Slytherin played in and cheered them on for house pride if nothing else, she did like board games and played quite a few when she could get a large enough group together to relax. Sure, her social life was limited to her best friend, Tracey Davis, but she was more focused on becoming the best witch she could become to help rid the Greengrass line of the blood malediction that has been passed down from generation to generation.
Then again, she had picked up a new hobby in the past few days that baffled even her to no end, she was flirting with danger, and Daphne knew it. Well, not really flirting with it, more snogging it senselessly for hours at a time before leaving and telling herself she'll never do it again; just to do it again. If Tracey ever found out what she was up to, Daphne would never hear the end of it, Tracey would try and pry every bit of information out of her about it as possible which is one of the reasons she tells herself whenever she leaves that she wouldn't do it again. Yet, here she was, sitting in an abandoned classroom on the second floor, playing cat's cradle, waiting for the danger to show up. Daphne knew he would too, he was addicted to it as she was, and this classroom was set in a back corridor he takes to avoid the rest of the schools that pack the main thoroughfares of the castle.
Just as Daphne pulls the strings wrapped around her fingers tight, creating a star with the blue and silver string, she looks up at the sound of the door closing and the danger standing in the room, and can't help the smirk that stretches over her face. Daphne watches him shuffle a bit awkwardly, his eyes flicking about the room as if he was checking for an ambush or danger of any kind before he places his bag down in front of the door.
"Do you just enjoy breaking rules?" Daphne asks, looking at the steel gray jacket, "or is that a new jacket, Potter?" she says with a raised brow and the smirk never leaving her face as she hops off the teacher's desk, untangling her fingers from the cat's cradle.
"Oh, um, no," Harry says, straightening his jacket nervously, "It's my normal jacket, it just ah, got a new coat of paint," he says with an awkward smile.
"Mmmhmm," Daphne hums as she walks up to the danger, because he was dangerous, anyone standing in the same room as the boy could tell. The air about him was always thick with anticipation, the anticipation of what, no one could say. It was just a bone-deep feeling everyone had around him, like one wrong move and he'd jump on you, if you try to turn and run, he'd give chase to hunt you down, and Daphne could not say way those thoughts would leave her breathless and shivering and not in a bad way.
As she gets to the danger she runs her hands up the soft and ragged leather of the jacket before looking up into his eyes, "It looks good on you," she tells him, and it did, when she had first seen him in robes it had rubbed her the wrong way as if the boy was wearing something that wasn't his or a picture was half complete. She couldn't help but to smile at the small blush that colors his cheeks, she was captivated by his reaction, and excited over the thought of having the power to have this dangerous, shy, scary boy blush at only her words. Her eyes trail down to his neck, and the marks that still haven't faded, Her marks that she had laid on him as if he belong to her and she was doing the most quintessentially British thing by claiming something she had no right too, this too made her smile as her stomach flutter.
Her hands run up the soft padding to the collar that always seemed half popped up, grabbing each end and pulling him with a jerk closer, their faces inches apart, and his arms wrapping around her waist automatically.
"Now then, how about we continue where we left off last time, hmm?" Daphne whispers, unable to stop the small shiver of excitement entering her voice as she speaks before leaning in and capturing his lips while she snakes her arms around his neck. The danger returns the gesture eagerly, pulling her closer, lifting her up by the waist as easily as if he was picking up a broom to walk over to the nearest desk to sit her down without once breaking the kiss.
They stay like that for a short while, kissing each other eagerly as awkward teenage hands explore and fumble with the other body. But soon enough their lips part and Daphne once again attacks the dangers biting and sucking, making damn sure she marked him once again, her stomach flutters again as she hears the dangers hiss turn into a soft moan for her actions.
As Daphne draws back and goes back for another kiss, to her surprise, The danger stops her and gently pushes her back down on the desk. Her stomach twists in a rush of excitement, Daphne loved pushing the danger to a breaking point, it was really the only way she found to get him out of his shell, to push him to that fine line between his anger and passion, to wear he takes control. The danger and the control she feels from it is intoxicating, Daphne ideally wonders what had pushed him to the edge of his control so quickly so she could do it next time, but that was before the danger spoke.
"What a-are we?" He asks, looking unsure of himself, his eyes darting around the room, not looking her in the eyes.
And there it was, the question she had been avoiding for the past week since they started this little tryst, he hadn't asked it before, nor had she, because honestly, she didn't know. She likes the inherent danger, the secrecy of it all, and the way most of the girls were losing their heads on trying to figure out who had captured the dangers attention like she had.
But did she like the boy himself?
She couldn't say for sure, even though their limited interactions she could see most of the rumors about him were wrong, he wasn't some stuck-up "Holier than thou" person who didn't want to be tangled up with those he deemed beneath him, no, he wasn't like that at all. He was just an awkward, shy boy with deep pain in his beautiful emerald eyes, he didn't understand people and avoided them to avoid the awkwardness he would bring into a group. While still dangerous and proving he had issues with his anger, he was quick to realize that his anger was the wrong way to fix a problem and offered forgiveness to anyone truly remorseful about what they did. He had forgiven her for all her shouting and striking him that she did, she had apologized to him after they had first met up for their little tryst for her unfair outburst at him.
He certainly was pretty, his dark locks that seemed almost as untamable as he is, that looked as if he had just rolled out of bed or just after a good snog, his round face already lost most of the ts baby fat making him look more mature then he was, the slightly darker skin then the normal white complexion one would find in the boys of Hogwarts, like a tan right before it faded, and his eyes, those emerald eyes that were so intense and full of pain and hope in equal measure to an almost heart-stopping quality. And while he was thin, he was surprisingly strong, the way he could pick her up and toss her around as if she weighed half of what she did, played with her imagination in very un-lady like ways, she could feel them coil and twist, pulling his skin taut, as it felt like he was holding back some kind of inner fire or monster from escaping and ravaging her.
But those things were skin-deep lust, other than the rumors that surrounded the danger that was Harry Potter and the fact that he had carried Astoria like a princess to the Hospital Wing, she truly didn't know the boy who she held in her arms like a lover.
So she answers Honestly, "I…don't know," Daphne says, unsure of even those words.
Delphini
Delphini honestly had no idea what she was looking for, of course, she Knew about it, but information about it was scarce at best. She had already checked most of the dungeons when she could sneak off and inside of the castle, and surprisingly most of the teachers were pretty relaxed with students of a foreign school looking around the castle, the only exception was the guy with greasy hair and a hooked nose. He didn't like the fact he had found Delphini wandering around the dungeons without anyone watching her and tossed her out of the castle with a warning of unpleasant consequences if he were to find her down there again, but she was done searching the dungeons, it was the most obvious place to hide an entrance, and the whole thing was meant to be a SECRET after all.
So, now she found herself on the first-floor landing of Hogwarts, jabbing her wand at corners and alcoves, muttering under her breath and hissing when she was sure no one was around to hear her, becoming more and more aggravated as time went on. She stopped at every portrait with a snake in it to tap her wand, hissing at it to open, but still nothing, the most she had gotten was a snake looking up at her and telling her to bugger off that it was trying to nap, rude cunt.
She was currently beating her wand against a portrait frame of some warrior with a red spear holding off an army in a small river that barely came up to his ankles, unlike the rest of the portraits in the castle, this one didn't move. Delphini thought this might be something, but to her eternal frustration, it seemed like a dead end too.
"Witch-Father's fuck hole, why, don't, you, OPEN!" Delphini says as she strikes the frame of the portrait with the butt of her wand, expressing her displeasure at being denied.
"What are you doing?" a voice says from behind Delphini, in a bored and slightly amused tone, causing the poor girl to jump and scream.
"Merlin's frozen tits! Pot-Head! Don't do that!" she screams as she spins around to look at the boy who lived, the boy was quickly trying to hide a smirk that was forming on his lips.
"Do what?" He asks, failing to hide the sparkle of levity in his eyes.
"Sneaking up on people, you Nimrod," she says with a growl, "Someone should put a bell on you for Merlin's sake," Delphini says with a shake of her head as she crosses her arms and glares at Harry.
"Nimrod, huh?" the boy who lives says as he scratches his cheek, looking off as if he was thinking before turning back to her with a shrug, "Guess that fits," he says, the smirk back at full force.
Delphini had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop her stupid hormonal reaction to just the boy's smirk, "What do you want, Pot-Head?" Delphini asks, sounding annoyed.
Harry makes a face like he was confused at the hostile tone in her voice, but in the end, decides to ignore it, "I was wondering what you were doing abusing the school's paintings," he says.
"Nothing," she says, and Harry looks at her with a raised brow, looking unconvinced at her words, "It's stupid, okay, don't worry about it," she says as she begins to walk away from him, her head held high.
"Were you looking for something?" Harry asks as she passes him, stopping her in her tracks before she considers telling him, tapping her foot.
He would probably be one of the only people who knew for sure, hell, he's probably been in it and he could open the door himself so she didn't have to out herself. She was pretty sure she could convince him to do it, manipulate him if she had to, he was a stupid teenage boy offer him a good snog and he'd probably do it.
Delphini turns around with a look of uncertainty painting her face, "Well, I was looking for, and this is gonna sound stupid," she says with a sigh, "I was looking for the Chamber of Secrets," she says with a grimace as if she was afraid that he'd find it stupid.
Harry just blinks twice, showing a small amount of surprise, "Why?" he asks, "There's nothing down there anymore," he informs Delphini.
Delphini just shrugs, "Thought it sounded cool," she says, sounding shy and coy about admitting something like that.
Harry looks at Delphini for a long moment before speaking, "You're looking in the wrong place," he says, "It's in the second-floor girls' bathroom with the out-of-order sign hanging on the handle," he tells Delphini.
She blinks at him in surprise, "Oh," she says, "Why is it in a toilet?" she asks, to which Harry shrugs.
"Don't know, just know it's there," Harry says, sounding as unimpressed as she was.
"Can, ...can you show me?" Delphini asks, sounding nervous and unsure, but Harry once again shrugs as if she wasn't asking to see a near-mythical site of reverence for all those of Salazar's line.
"Sure," he says, "But we'll need a broom or two,"
The Chamber of Secrets
The broom turned out to a be a fucking Firebolt of all things, and the entrance was hidden behind a tap right where Harry said it would be, Delphini tried to hide her look of fascination at hearing Harry speak the language of snakes that should only belong to her and her dear old dumbarse dad, but unsure if she did, at least the slide down the pipe was fun, if not a little dirty. The cavernous expanse before her was a little intimidating but with a quick Lumos Constellatio she and Harry were bathed in soft witch light as they walked through the cavern, Delphini nearly tripped twice as they made their way through, her head looking left to right to try and see everything but where she was stepping, but the dark didn't seem to bother Harry as they walked to the large vault style door before Harry tells it to open in a hissing tone.
As the door swung open, Delphini couldn't help the look of awe that comes over her face, and before she could send her witch light deeper in the torches and brazier burst to life illuminating the Chamber beyond, and Delphini couldn't help but to feel… disappointed.
Sure, it was foreboding and menacing and the snake statues were cool, she could do without the huge face looking at her expectedly, she got enough of that at home. She was expecting more, something grandiose and fitting to the Noble and Ancient House of Slytherin, not whatever this was.
"This is it?" Delphini asks, letting the disappointment she felt slip into her voice as she looked around the Chamber.
"Yup," Harry replies airly, popping the P sound at the end with his tongue and having it echo around the Chamber.
"No library?, or, or study? Just…this," Delphini asks, waving her wand at the Chamber before them.
"Nope," Harry says, his popping P echoing once more as he stares into the Chamber with a bored look on his face.
"Did you check?" Delphini asks.
"No," Harry says with a shrug before dropping down the lip of the door and walking into the Chamber, "But anything like that wouldn't fit what the Chamber actually is," he says in the same bored-sounding voice, looking up to the stone face.
"And what's that?" she asks, as she slowly begins to raise her wand to point at Harry's back.
"It's a tomb," he says quietly, his voice somehow still echoing around the Chamber, "The last dying gasp of a man we can't judge to defend the place he helped build from either Muggles or Muggleborns," he says, eyes still locked forward.
"What do you mean by that?" Delphini asks, leveling her wand with the back of Harry's head, "He was a blood-purest, wasn't he?" she says, wanting him to keep talking, to not look behind him as she summoned all her hate for the boy in front of her, all her rage about him, the want to kill him.
"I mean, maybe," Harry says with a shrug, "But we really don't know, do we? Everything thing is muddled up in history and everyone wants to be the victor," he says with a sigh, "All we really know was that he fought with the other three founders about if they should let Muggleborns in or not, and that he may have built the Chamber and hid a Basilisk in it to purge the school from "those unworthy of magic"," Harry says using hand quotes.
"Are you saying that someone twisted his words and history to fit their own agenda?" Delphini asks, a bit surprised by his insight, but it doesn't stop the hate and rage boiling in her blood for the boy who was responsible for what happened. The imprisonment of her mother, the death of her father, and being raised by Euphemia Rowle, the noxious cunt, was all the boy's fault because he couldn't die properly.
"Sure," he says, "It makes it easier for them in the long run," he says, shaking his head.
"What do you mean?" Delphini says it was getting difficult to keep her voice level, to not let the hate creep in, all it would take is two words, and she could seal the Chamber behind her and it would be as the boy described it, a tomb for the boy who lived.
"It's easy to hate something for no reason at all," Harry says, sounding tired, "Or for something that doesn't affect you, a lot harder to give a reason for that hate, but give someone a figure or a martyr for that hate and everyone can point at them and say, "were just doing what they would want," like fucking idiots, when, in the end, it doesn't matter who's half-blood, pure blood, or muggleborn, because in the end we all die and in death are equal," He says with a sigh, "It's easy to hate, but it's much harder to let go of the hate and understand, you know?" Harry says a tone much older than the boy standing in the Chamber.
Delphini drops her wand just in time for Harry to turn and look at her, she was a bit speechless from his speech on the nature of hate, but finds her voice as she drops down the lip herself and walks up to him, "Are you saying we should just forgive and forget the people we hate because hating in and of itself is pointless in the end?" Delphini asks.
"No," Harry says with a roll of his eyes, "I'm saying if you're gonna hate someone, then hate them for a good reason not because some cunt a thousand years ago possibly did or because someone else does for some inane reason," he says as he turns back to the stone face and walking forward towards it, "But it's never good to hate something for no reason at all, at that point you just need a paper-thin justification to do horrible things for no good reason at all," he says, "Like locking a child in a cupboard," he mutters to himself, missing the flinch from Delphini at the words he didn't think she could hear.
The stony silence rolled in between the two, and Delphini could understand why Harry thought this place was a tomb, it was as quiet as one, and as dark, dank, and damp as a churchyard after a storm. She sighs as his words roll around in her head, "Why are you so oddly philosophical for fourteen-year-old?" Delphini asks with a short laugh, and Harry just shrugs, not knowing himself.
"All I'm saying it that all we know about him is through the history of others, not from the man himself, and history is never written with the truth in mind," Harry says before walking forward to the large stone face, "For all we know the Basilisk could have been put here to defend the school from invaders or something," He says dismissively, "and I don't know about you, but I try not to judge a guy a thousand years dead, because the dead can't tell us a damn thing," Harry says before snorting out a dead laugh, "Well, not unless we had the Resurrection Stone," he says with a shake of his head.
"The what?" Delphini asks, looking back to Harry from where she was looking off to in thought.
"You know, the Resurrection Stone, One of the Deathly Hallows," He says looking back to Delphini's clueless face before holding up his hand and curling it to show off the rough size of something "It's this little black stone that can bring back shades of the dead, it was said to be created by either Death or the Peve-" And Harry stops dead, a look of surprise and understanding washes over his face.
Delphini raises her brow and looks at the stunned boy expectedly, "Peve-who, Pot-Head?" she asks, as Harry blinks.
"I came across one of their graves," Harry whispers in surprise as his hand drops, "Back in Godric's Hollow, Ignotus Peverell," Harry says with a shock of realization.
"Pot-Head," Delphini says, "I have no idea who that is," a sigh escaping her lips.
"Sorry," he says, shaking his head, "Just realized I came across a grave of a Legend, had me turned about a bit, what were we talking about?" Harry asks, confused.
"Nothing," Delphini says with a roll of her eyes, "Where was the Basilisk Nest?" She asks, hoping to change the topic from age-old dead men to something interesting.
"Oh, umm, the stone face," Harry says, jerking his thumb to the face, "The jaw opens up and it slithered out," he says with a nod of his head.
Delphini turns to see the jaw wide open, "Did you ever go inside it?" she asks before looking back at him, and Harry shakes his head.
"Nah," he says, "No need to, it's just a nest,"
"How do you know if you've never been in it?" Delphini asks, "There could be a secret door that leads to a study or a library, or, or, something!" she says, excitedly, but Harry just shrugs.
"Doubt that, but if you want to check, go ahead," he says, gesturing with a hand before Delphini walks over to the pond of stagnant water and freezes it so she didn't have to swim to the opening, there had to be something here, a journal or a study, a message scribbled down somewhere, something that explains why her idiot father was so freakishly powerful, why he went and tried to take over magical Britain by force, anything!
But as her wand tip lights up and she crawls into the Basilisks Nest and looks around, it was a mess of bones and shedded skin, but huge on the inside, shaped like a chickens egg and the stone looked as smooth as silk but her heart leaps as she sees writing on the wall and her eyes light up with hope, but as she walks over to the writing her heart drops into her stomach, "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me!" she screams.
"What is it? Was there an actual study and I'm about to look like a bigger idiot than I am?" She hears Harry yell.
"No," she yells back before sighing, "Get your bony arse in here and see for yourself Pot-Head," Delphini yells at him while glaring at the wall, it only takes a few moments before Harry crawls into the mouth and looks around and sees what Delphini was glaring at. Names, a list of them, Nathair Mac Slytherin, Telvos Slytherin, Marcel Slytherin, Cánbir Slytherin, Manrathus Gaunt, Mysaest Gaunt, Juno Gaunt, Diana Gaunt, Macala Gaunt, Corvinus Gaunt, and finally, Tom Riddle all etched in the stone walls of the Basilisk Nest.
"It's everyone who opened the Chamber," Harry says in realization, and Delphini sighs.
"Looks like your right, Pot-Head," she says with a sad tone to her voice, "This place is nothing but a tomb for the long dead," she scoffs, at herself, at the boy next to her, at the Chamber and the hopes for answers now gone.
"Well, the very least we can do is vandalize it ourselves," Delphini says, looking over to Harry with a hint of dead amusement.
"Why?" Harry asks back.
"Well, if this is the list of people who've made it this deep, we might as well add our names too, right?" Delphini asks with a raised brow, and Harry shrugs, pulling out his wand.
"Umm, do you know-" Harry begins to ask before Delphini cuts him off.
"Insculpe Meum," She says as she flicks her wand starting at chest level like a check mark moving towards the wall where the grinding stone could be heard before Delphini appears on the wall, "Just like that, all you have to do is focus on what you want to engrave on the wall," she says before looking over at Harry.
Harry closes his eyes and focuses, before, with picture-perfect replication, copy's Delphini's wand movement while repeating the spell, Harry Potter appears on the wall next to Delphini's name as she looks over to Harry with an impressed look, "Not bad, Pot-Head, not bad at all," she says with a nod of her head, "Shame, I was hoping for something a bit more, but other than a tomb and a half decent place for a shag, it seems your right about this place," she says with a shake of her head as Harry blushes and sputters at her.
"W-What!?" He says, eyes popping out of his head as he blushes from head to toe.
"What? Clean this place up a bit, hang up some ever-burning candles, get some bedding, ten out of ten," Delphini says, looking around the Basilisk Nest while nodding to herself, before looking back at Harry's gobsmacked face, "What? Graveyard sex is hot," she says as if it was a simple statement of fact with a wicked smirk.
Harry continues to look at her with a hooked look and a deep blush before he suddenly turns on his heel and announces "I'll be going now," before Delphini bursts out laughing at Harry's reaction as he slides out of the mouth. She laughs loud enough to cover up the grinding of stone as she inscribed the word Riddle before she leaves the Basilisk Nest to chase after the boy who lived.
"Come on Pot-Head," she calls out as she runs over to him, "It wasn't that bad!"
"I will lock you in here!" he yells back, but Delphini couldn't help but to detect a trace of humor in it, so all she does is laugh harder.
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Chapter done!
Daphne is confused about what she feels about Harry, and Harry wants a straight answer. The beginning of the next chapter will have what's gonna sum up that conversation in a happy way, but the gist of it is Daphne needs time to think about all of it.
Delphini is always a joy to write when she's fucking with Harry, is she manipulating? Yes. Is she evil? No. Her past will unfold way later in the stories.
Harry just figured out whose grave he ran across in Godric's Hollow, but to be fair, a lot has been going on with him. Why did he agree to show Delphini the chamber? It was his way of paying her back for helping him find the courage to take the plunge into the land of shadows, not that he would tell her that.
The next chapters are:
Three of Pentacles
The Chariot (Part one)
The Chariot (Part Two)
I have also finalized what cards will represent the three tasks, and those are:
The first task: The Chariot.
The second task: The Devil.
The third task: The Tower.