Worthy Of Magic

Part 5 - Daphne

"Don't sully yourself with those with intelligence below yours Daph. Find those whose quality and intelligence is above yours. Stay in their radius and strive to match them until you're looking down on them. There will always be someone above you Daph. You need to rise above them all."

Daphne recited her father's words in her mind every time she met someone new. That day, in Flourish and Blotts, the day she met Harry Potter, even if she didn't know it. Her father's words echoed fiercely in her memories. His words, said to her on his death bed, before the fall of the prestige of her family, before people began to forget the name Greengrass, screamed at her that the boy in front of her would be a key pawn in the rise of her name. For revenge against the Purebloods who carved up her family's treasures, the strange boy picking books ahead of his age, was to be surpassed or used.

When she found out he was Harry Potter, her heart leapt. What better person to choose as a measuring stick?

"You know, you seem to have a strange obsession with dark magic," Daphne commented with raised eyebrows as Harry sat opposite her, hunched, with eyes devouring the small book they had found in the Restricted Section.

"Good magic doesn't have any of the good stuff," he had said to her.

Daphne no longer felt creeped out when he spoke. Rare as it was. His voice was still soft and he spoke with clear enunciations and the sense of danger she first sensed when she met him was still there but she chose to ignore it. She felt like she was beginning to understand and know who Harry Potter was, even though he said nothing about his life nor did he speak about the future. All he cared about was learning magic and he looked down upon those who didn't appreciate magic for what it truly was. He was quite the bookworm.

The Power to do anything you desire; he had whispered one day during a particularly exciting Charms class with the Slytherins.

Flitwick had decided to test the classes' creativity when it came to the levitation charm. Most of the class wondered what he was talking about and came up with feeble answers but then Flitwick showed them the power of the levitation charm. He showed them what a simple charm was capable of in the hands of a master. It was localised application of the charm in a complex fashion. Harry could see hundreds of threads of magic dancing out of the Charms master's wand. It was truly incredible.

He made the entire class dance. Tables, chairs and even the students were at mercy to his wand movements as parts of the furniture and parts of their bodies were unwillingly levitated, dropped, levitated and guided to the sounds of an upbeat piano track that was playing out of an ancient record player.

Harry was stunned. He felt his arms move independent of his will. His body rise, defying the pull of gravity and his eyes could see, hundreds of thin strings of magic streaming out of the Professors wand, pulsating like a living thing as it took control of the entire class like a puppeteer. And all it took was mastery over a first year spell.

The Power to do anything you desire, he whispered in awe.

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Halloween

"Potter give you the slip again Daphne?" chortled Tracey Davis.

Daphne sniffed regally and regarded her brunette friend with a glare.

Tracey was a half-blood who was trying her best to fit into the Slytherin world. Her family was not well off like the rest of her housemates and she had latched onto Daphne when the blonde didn't sneer at her with prejudice when her blood status was announced. She was a pleasant girl with a fragile personality that was masked by ambition. She was brought up in the muggle world and was studious girl who had regularly topped her grades. It was the reason Daphne allowed her to be her friend. Tracey gave her a fascinating insight into the muggle world and it was good to have a study partner who actually studied.