Daphne G Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"Hailey Fonte, you just won't give up, will you?" My eyes freeze at a spot on the floor, it is tiled, white with black speckles. I know that high voice all too well, and I know better than to flee. The cafeteria is silenced by her. Glancing up, slowly, I see her long platinum hair. Her hand is on her hip and her white t-shirt glows with the words: Coldgrove Dance Team. Daphne. "What? Have you gone mute too? Have your lies gone to your head? You know, you have real nerve coming back here."

She looked at me mortified and then looked at Dee. " Also , the spell you are asking about has a lot of magic, Vee , not good magic either. It would require the darkest evilest magic to perform , and we will not do that. I doubt Ava, Shirer or Celeste would either. And if you did it , there would be no coming back from that for you " Daphne warned her. I saw Vee's shoulder sagged. " I just don't want a war, " she said. I heard the croak in her voice and the sobs that wracked her body.

If my sister and I were known as the famous double ‘D’s from our names, then this girl was the one who tried her hardest to make herself the third ‘D’. Her wavy brown hair framed her beautiful face and highlighted her round hazel eyes. Daphne is famous for her beauty and the long history of her family. Everything about her was welcoming and right and also only ever second to my sister and me. If Diana ranked first and me second, then Dahne would always rank third. The third ‘D’. The pale gold dress that she had on looked beautiful and was undoubtedly expensive. --To be continued…

"Next time, someone I love may be killed." When the teakettle let out a shrill whistle, Daphne absentmindedly waved her hand, and the tea service floated across the room and settled on the table. Then the cups, saucers, spoons, and teapot went to work. Daphne crossed the room to her vast bookcase, filling the corner of the room. She looked over a few books when I realized they were grimoires. She selected one, crossed the room back to me, and then opened it on the table between us.

Across from me sat Daphne. She looked completely different in the light of day. Dressed in one of my oversized lilac knits, her dark hair washed and falling in soft waves around her face, the wild, desperate edge in her eyes was entirely gone. She was nursing a cup of chamomile tea, her fingers tracing the rim of the porcelain mug as if still convincing herself that the silk, the warmth, and the safety were real. Sitting at the head of the table was Arthur Sterling.

"You can count on me. I’ll lead her right into the snare." After ending the call, Daphne watched me from across the room. She was certain of what she saw. In a studio with so few females, it wasn't hard to notice that my cycles had stopped. But she didn't need to rush the kill. She opened a secure messaging app and typed to a local rogue leader named Keegan: [Hey Keegan, didn't you say you wanted to 'meet' a talented new female? The girl who took first place in the International Hunt is in my office. I’ll send her your way soon.]

“My husband, Edward Zimmer, is not the man everyone believes himself to be. He himself has pushed forward the image that he is a saint who has only ever helped people. After all, he ran an orphanage, right? So he must be a good person.” Daphne lifts her head and looks straight at the camera, her eyes burning with determination. In an instant, her fear is gone and in its place is the spirit of the buried girl and woman who has been beat down and shoved around for year. Now, she’s looking for vengeance. And she’ll have it.

She was truly a mysterious woman who drew me deeper and deeper into her. I waited for Daphne downstairs when my patience ran out as she hadn't shown up for almost an hour. Daphne came downstairs just as I wanted to stand up to call out to her. Her appearance looked formal and very pretty. She wore a grey blazer with long black pants and black leather shoes. Daphne had her makeup on and her hair done. No wonder she took so long. I looked at Daphne without blinking because her charm this morning seemed to bewitch me. Daphne is standing in front of me. I couldn't help but compliment her. "You're gorgeous," I said sincerely.

Daphne The air still smelled like smoke. It clung to my hair, my clothes, even the inside of my throat. I stood on the sidewalk with my apron still tied around my waist, staring at what used to be the bakery. Flames no longer licked the walls, but the windows were blackened and the air shimmered with heat. Steam hissed as firefighters sprayed the last stubborn embers. Someone beside me was crying. My co-worker, Lila, had her face buried in her hands. She was still wearing her flour-dusted uniform, mascara streaked down her cheeks. I reached for her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She shook under my touch.

CHAPTER ONE !! Beware this is a Lesbian love!! Elise Moreau had tutored dozens of college-bound students over the years, yet none lingered in her thoughts the way Daphne Harlow did. The girl possessed a sharp mind that sparkled whenever she focused, but focus came rarely. More often, Daphne sat with her pen idle, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her gaze drifting in ways that made Elise’s skin prickle with awareness she refused to name.