Book Three: The Heir and The Champions

XI - Ace of Cups

Harry Potter, Hogwarts Owlery, November 3rd

"Ichabod, come here, boy" says a female voice from behind Harry, he turns to see the black and green trimmed robes swish as Daphne Greengrass enters the Owlery, her eyes scanning the upper rafters for her horned owl. She jumps a bit when she finally notices him, too busy looking for Ichabod to check the room when she first walked in.

"Merlin!" Daphne gasps, placing a hand over her chest before looking at him with a sneer, "Oh, it's just you," Daphne says with a bit of scorn, "What are you doing here Potter? Skipping class?" she asks, the sneer never leaving her face as Harry looks at her dispassionately.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry asks, his tone bored but Guarded, and he watches as her eyes narrow in anger at him.

"What's wrong with me?" Daphne asks in an almost disbelieving whisper, "What's wrong with me is the fact that a person, who shall remain anonymous, that my little sister liked and looked up to decided to go out of his way and show his arse in front of, not only Hogwarts, but two other schools who are visiting," She says as she crosses her arms and continues to glare at him, "and while trying to defend his moronic and borderline insane actions in the common room in front of the people who were right about him all along, she has a fucking attack because she couldn't control the flow of her magic because of her emotions and had to be rushed to the Hospital Wing last night," Daphne tells him, her voice growing harder and tone more poisonous with each passing word.

"Is she alright?" Harry asks, concerned about the girl who had baked him biscuits when she didn't need to.

"She's fine," Daphne snips at him, "Me and Tracy got her to the Hospital Wing in time, no thanks to you," She tells him.

"Me?" Harry says confused, "What the hell did I do?" he asks, confused, it's not like he wanted someone to get hurt let alone a kid.

Daphne looks at him like he had just asked which way he was supposed to hold a wand, "How Ganger puts up with someone as stupid as you, Potter, I'll never know," She says, her sneer returning full force, as Harry flinches at Hermione's name, "Since that sub-text is all but a foreign language to you, allow me to explain and see if I can get my words past that thick skull of yours," the Slytherin says as she starts to advance on the Heir to the Hunt, "The aforementioned fool who showed his arse, is you, Harry fucking Potter, the idiot who lived, the stupid, foolish boy-" Daphne says with heated scorn before she quickly gets cut off by Harry.

"Don't!" He snaps at her, "Call me that," Harry says, breathing deeply out of his nose, trying to keep his temper under control.

"I!" Daphne snaps right back at him, "Will call you whatever I damn well please, Potter!" she yells at Harry, "Because after thinking Draco was wrong about you, because after you help my sister to the Hospital Wing, you turned right around and proved in front of everyone, Witch-Father and Mother Magic included, that you were indeed a glory hog and a showboat, and through those actions put my little sister in the Hospital Wing because you couldn't let another person in Hogwarts have the spotlight that you think is reserved only for you for some stupid reasons," Daphne says, a storm of anger in her eyes as she advances on Harry.

"Honestly, why someone of Ganger's intelligence decided to waste her time and talent on the schools equivalent of a mentally handicapped child, I'll never know, perhaps she saw how pathetic you are and decided to do some charity work on the side," Daphne says to Harry, her words cold and hard as an icicle piercing his chest as Harry starts to hear his Uncles familiar voice ringing in his heads saying the same words.