Unfogging the Future

The Very Secret Diary

ActualWeeb: Hey, guys! I'm back, and guess what? I got Cursed Child! For those of you who have read it, what did you think? I have mixed feelings on it, but I really love Scorpius. Also, we've hit 200 reviews! Thank you guys so much!

Also, there's not going to be any Dramione in this story, in case the last chapter confused you. Sorry, Dramione fans, but I'm sticking with Romione!

Anyways, on to the chapter. I don't own Harry Potter, and if I did, there would probably be a lot more suffering. Sorry.

"What do you want?" Ginny hissed when she saw Greengrass enter the room after her.

"Why are you so upset by this?" Daphne frowned. "I was the one who was petrified, not you. I've only started talking to you today, I'm not important to you."

"You don't understand," she said in a low voice, turning her back to the Slytherin girl.

"Then help me to," Daphne whispered. She didn't know why she wanted to understand the Weasley girl, but she felt drawn to her, just like she was drawn to her when she had first met her at the Yule Ball. Ginny clenched her fists.

"It was me."

Daphne widened her eyes, taken aback. "What?"

"I...I was the one who petrified you," Ginny confessed, her voice shaking. "I didn't want to...I was forced." She sighed. "I thought I could escape my past, but not only am I forced to relive it, now everyone will know it was me."

"Weasley..."

"And now you know!" she cried, raising her voice. "Now you know that it was me who hurt you, me who took away seven months of your life! You know that it's all my fault, because I was an idiot girl who trusted He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!"

Ginny collapsed to the ground, sobbing. Instinctively, Daphne knelt down beside her and wrapped her arms around her, lightly rocking her, just like she'd done for her sister whenever she'd cry.

For a few minutes, they sat there, Ginny crying out all of her tears. It was only when her sobs quieted that Daphne spoke so quietly that at first Ginny wasn't sure she'd spoken at all.

"Do you know the story of how I grew to love Astoria?"

Ginny wiped her eyes and sniffed, turning to face the older girl. "N-no."

Daphne closed her eyes and spoke, preparing to tell the story that no one else, not even her sister, had heard.

"It all started with a promise."

...

The only reason Astoria was born was because my parents wanted a son. Someone to pass on the Greengrass name, you know? We're the most powerful and wealthy neutral family in the wizarding world, and Neutrals are a very important part of wizarding politics. In the Wizengamot, Neutrals are needed to be the middle man, to give an unbiased opinion, to only accept the truth. It would be a disaster if the Greengrass name were to die out.

My mother and father had Astoria when I was three. When they had a daughter, they realized it would be impossible for them to have a son.

So, they turned to me as their next hope. I was to be the perfect heir, a powerful political figure. Whoever I was to marry would take my last name, whether I liked it or not. They began to train me to be the ideal Greengrass heir. Whatever childhood I had was immediately taken away, and it was because of Astoria.

My earliest clear memory was on the day of Astoria's birth. I don't remember holding her or meeting her for the first time, no. What I remember was the conversation my father had with me just a few minutes after Astoria had been born, after it had been revealed by the midwife that she was a girl.