Godfather and Godson

Chapter 79: Daphne Greengrass (R-18)

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Coming down for breakfast, Harry grabbed himself some toast as he sat down at the Gryffindor table.

Looking up at the front tables he saw that old foggy was still not back, "So when do you think that Professor Dumbledore would be back?"

"Not for a while," Hermione answered, "I heard he was all the way in India."

Looking around to see if anyone was listening to them, Neville whispered conspiratorially, "I heard from Gram-Gram that he would be booted from his Supreme Mugwump position in the International Confederation of Wizards."

"Wouldn't we all wish that," Harry murmured to himself, it would be the most wonderful news that topped off his month, if it happened and it was very likely.

"What are you guys whispering about?" Fred asked as he and his twin took a seat from across us.

"Nothing," Harry answered, "did you guys figure out a way to get your names into the tournament?"

"Yea, we got something," George grinned up.

"Something very amazing," Fred stated.

"And ingenious," George added.

"Well I hope it works out for you guys," Harry said. Just then a very beautiful eagle swooped down towards him, and landed on the table in front of him. Without a word, it stuck out its taloned feet at him as if telling him to go ahead, you idiot.

"Man that is a very rare bird," Neville noted as Harry picked around and untied the letter he was looking for.

"You sure know about your birds, huh?" Fred asked jokingly.

Blushing, Neville awkwardly scratched his head, "Well I have been hawking with my family once or twice, and my uncle can never stop going on about birds."

"Mmm," Harry said as he red over the message.

"Who is it from?" Hermione asked out of curiosity, he could see the rest of them were also curious to know.

"I have been invited to lunch," he said as he passed on the message to them.

"Ooo," Fred said as he looked over the letter, "and this is one of those fancy luncheons that noble purebloods do, right?!"

"And it's from a girl," George chuckled.

"Daphne Greengrass, what does she want from you?" Neville asked in confusion.

"I don't know," Harry shrugged his shoulders, this really got him curious to know why she went through all this effort to invite him to a formal lunch.

"What does she want from you?" Hermione sniffed.

"Maybe it's about the incident from potion class," he mused, "I guess she wants to know I am holding up after being attacked by a teacher."

"Nay," Fred said with a wave of his hand.

"She is interested in you," George finished for his brother with a grin.

"I say you should go," Neville cut in, "she is the heiress of the Greengrass family. An Earl like us, so you will need to show the proper decorum and accept or you would be insulting her."