The Butterfly Effect

Zwei: Snake, Snake, and a Frenchie?

It was five thirty in the morning on the first day of November in the year 2016. At such an early hour, no one in their right mind was awake. Even the ghosts and portraits of Hogwarts floated and slept, respectively. There was one common exception to that rule, however. The Ice Queen of Slytherin, Daphne Greengrass, was in the shower, as per her daily routine. She always woke up at 5:25 and got into the shower straight away. By now her dorm mates had put muffling charms on their curtains to not be woken up at an unreasonable time. She changed, fixed her hair and minimal makeup, and headed to the Great Hall for a solitary breakfast. In truth, she preferred eating alone in the mornings. It gave her a few hours to read alone on the Quidditch stands, gazing over at the entire castle. On rainy days, she read on top of the astronomy tower.

That morning was particularly sunny and warm, breaking the pattern of bad weather that the autumn had brought. Daphne was excited, she'd be able to sit in the Quidditch stands. Of course, the "Ice Queen" would never outwardly show emotion, especially not in the Great Hall. As she approached the Great Hall, she thanked whatever magic was responsible for the weather and opened the doors to the Great Hall, expecting the magnificent sound of silence. She would be able to eat as much as she wanted without seeing Malfoy stare at her or the Weasley pig take away her appetite with his deplorable manners.

Her routine was shattered, however, as she saw none other than the Gryffindor Golden Boy sitting at his table, eating his breakfast with a smile on his face. Daphne inwardly seethed, he was the last person she wanted to see, besides Malfoy. To her surprise, said Golden Boy waved at her and said, "Good morning, it's a wonderful day isn't it." He looked extremely giddy this morning.

Daphne stood there, in shock. The Potter "Golden Arse", as Malfoy called him, had spoken to her. He should know not to talk to her, she was a Slytherin after all. "Whatever," she said, cursing him for interrupting her morning breakfast. Professor McGonagall smiled at the scene, as she also ate her early breakfast. She was proud that one of her lions was trying to be decent to a Slytherin.

She did not want to award points and anger Daphne further, but the professor decided to reward Harry with a revelation that would make him happy. The professor walked over to Harry and whispered in his ear, "Don't let anyone know, but I'm helping Angelina and the twins start a Quidditch tournament with our guests and mixed house teams. It's a nice day out, I'm sure you'd love to go flying."

She smiled as her favorite student thanked her and quickly went to get his broom. He hadn't even thought about Quidditch with the Tournament going on until now.

Daphne Greengrass smiled, now alone in the Hall with the Professor having finished her breakfast. She was in no rush to finish eating, and after twenty minutes took a leisurely stroll to the Quidditch pitch. Unbeknownst to her, Harry was flying around the sky, enjoying his flying. Daphne didn't even notice him as she climbed to the top of the stands. She had been engrossed with the weather and thinking about her book. She was reading a tale from her Muggle Studies class, named The Lord of the Rings. Truth be told, she loved muggle fiction and was a sucker for anything the professor assigned. She didn't even mind the essay that came with it, especially because the professor assigned them "pages" instead of inches of parchment. The white paper she had conjured for them was infinitely easier to fill up than the rolls of parchment, though she would never admit it to anyone.

She had only read three pages before she realized she was not alone. Harry had decided, unknowingly, to make his entrance in quite a starling way.

Harry had just pulled a Wronski Feint and had just pulled up, grazing the stands. Unfortunately for Daphne, it was the stand where she was sitting. Equally unfortunately, she was on the front row. The book flew from her hands and flew through the air, moved by the wind Harry had caused.