Harry Potter/daphne Greengrass 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."

But these are just assumptions, as nobody knows what Harry's pastime is after a hard day's work. Behind the serious profile of the imposing Harry, there is a great weakness that nobody knows about, as he has kept his private life secret for years, saying that oil and water don't mix. His egocentric, cold, and responsible personality is respected in society as one of his attributes. However, at night, his daring and dark side comes to light when one of the employees at the mall discovers the great secret of her boss. Alexandra Morin is the girl who drives the unbreakable Harry Green crazy the moment she enters as a new user of the "Hidden Pleasures" app.

“Have you seen her magic?” “Not personally, but she carries around little bottles of potions. My pack members say that she has helped with the most wonderful things.” Daphne’s eyes flash to mine and she very slightly shakes her head. “Is Phin coming here?” I ask cautiously. I didn’t want or need another witch here. “No, I can call her if you like. Maybe she can help out with whatever is happening. Especially since Daphne is a new witch and doesn’t understand what she can and can’t do.”

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.

Azrael said with an annoyed frown as this girl, Hara, straddled Azrael’s thighs as I stared at her confidence before I removed my eyes. “I missed you. Plus, sis Daphne has been whining to me about how you treated her in front of an omega; turns out you have a new lover. Say, say… Do you like him?” She asked as she took off the shades to reveal eyes of two different colours, brown and green. “Please don’t read whatever you want about me and Azrael! Also, I’m a married man!” I informed her as she laid her head on Azrael’s chest who didn’t have any interest in anything happening.

Daphne! ***

She was grinning from ear to ear while my face had no single trace of excitement on it. “I’m so happy, Jordan.” She mumbled, and I rolled my eyes. “At least one of us is.” I replied, rather absentmindedly. Suddenly, my eyes caught the most beautiful figure I’ve come across. She had on a simple blue, short dress and a light makeup, giving her an extraordinary look. Her blonde hair was packed into a messy but delicate ponytail. Everything about her looked exquisite. None other than my sweet Daphne. She had a silver clutch purse that she held on to tightly.

Daphne looked at me, and she moved hesitantly to place the bouquet on the grave. "Hello, ma'am." Daphne looked trembling. She then sobbed and turned to hug me. Her body was trembling. "Why didn't you tell me!" Daphne exclaimed in my arms. I wiped away the tears that I could never hold back whenever I was in this place. I cried in Daphne's arms, and we hugged each other with tears rolling down our cheeks.

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.

But what just happened? Before I can process it, a figure bursts through the edge of the forest, moving with a speed that leaves me momentarily stunned. “Daphne?” I breathe, recognizing the witch from the forest. Her long hair whips behind her like a banner as she strides toward me, eyes fierce and focused.