Daphne Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Prince Roderick inquired, his voice laced with curiosity. Daphne brushed a strand of her obsidian hair behind her ear, a delicate smile playing on her lush lips. "Actually, you have nothing to worry about. I came to check on your well-being, with your brother who is also now absent." she replied, her eyes, a deep shade of emerald, sparkling with genuine concern.

Then they brought her in. Daphne Reid. Twenty three years old, worked as a baker in a local bread factory, has an aged mother who needs surgery and a toxic marriage she was clearly trying to escape. I had already done my research. My men had gathered all the details they could find. The pieces fell into place too perfectly. She stood there, uncertain and confused, with her eyes darting around my office as if she were still trying to process why she was here. She looked exactly like Daisy. It was eerie.

I stumbled, my phone slipping from my hand as I hit the ground hard, pain shooting through my back. A yelp escaped me, sharp and desperate, and I scrambled to my knees, my hands sinking into the cold mud. My flashlight lay a few feet away, its beam illuminating a pair of boots, sleek, black, and definitely not Keith’s. I looked up, my heart stopping as a familiar figure stood over me. Daphne Synclair, her red hair glowing like fire in the dim light. She leaned down, her lips curling into a cunning smile. Her green eyes glinted with malice, and my blood turned to ice. The girl from this morning, the one who’d giggled at Alex’s desk, was here, and she wasn’t here to talk.

By the time I got there, the young girl was already packing up. "Mommy! Mummy!" Anna and Hendrix screamed as they eavh ram to give me a hug. I smiled at them happy that for once things were going right, and if she did her job well, they would not even miss school at all. "Hello Mrs Stone" the beautiful glass eyed girl said to me. "Hi, nice to meet you.....?" I asked her name. "Daphne.... Daphne Williams. The agency sent me over here upon your request for a home school teacher." She replied.

I asked with a pale smile. She said nothing. No explanation of what she was doing or why she looked so afraid, only that she was trying to make a potion. I noticed the large black pot resting on the ground near her feet and all the strange ingredients spread out around it like some sort of crazy spell-brewing experiment gone wrong. "May I know what is inside?" I asked again. This time, she replied, but in a shaky voice. "This is... a protection concoction, Daphne."

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

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…

I follow her gaze to see him slouched on a seat alone, nursing a bottle of whatever that is, his hair is framed across his face, making him look like someone who hasn’t had proper sleep in days. “I’ll go check on him.” Arya says, slipping out of my hands. My body instantly goes cold the moment I am not holding her anymore, sighing, I watch as she saunters over to his side and seats in the chair facing him. His face brightens up a little as he talks to Arya; of course, my Arya has that kind of effect on everybody. The door opens and Daphne works in, cheeks flushed from the cold. Typical of her to wear a jumpsuit to a party, the moment she sees me, she waves in excitement, coming over to me.

Seraphina knew she couldn’t ignore a direct question from Lady Lissandra and tried to calmly answer her “I am not sure what you mean my Lady, I do not know what a familiar is, only that I am disfigured” Lady Persephone’s blue eyes bore into her with a deathly coldness as Lord Silverus spoke up “Disfigured? That is nonsense, do show us your markings er..er.. What is your name?” “Seraphina my Lord” she whispered in reply. Seraphina wished to the Gods that the floor would just open up and swallow her whole. “Seraphina, please do show us your markings, it is so rare to see a Dhampir with a familiar” Responded Lord Silverus. Seraphina frowned slightly, she did not know what a familiar was however

~DANE~ My screams echoed through the walls of my room as I clenched my fists tightly, drawing blood. Surprises abounded tonight. Not only did I discover that Daphne had survived and was now posing as Sapphire, but her survival threatened to ruin everything I had meticulously planned. How could she still be alive? They had brought me news of her death, prompting me to mate with Alexa quickly. Now, she was back in the arms of the War Alpha, the man I compete with. He had it all: money, fame, and power. It felt like she was rubbing it in my face, making me question why I had rejected her.