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Crystal ch.1
🕑 Added 2023-05-20 20:32:42 +0000 UTCGodric's Hollow, although Hogsmade was the most popular magical village, was the most extraordinary. It was where Muggles and wizards interacted daily. Although the small closed community adhered to the rules prevailing throughout England, many things were taken quite casually. The prohibition on using magic in Muggle areas was in effect, but it was taken more as a suggestion not to cast spells in public. Most Muggle families knew that some of the local residents were wizards. Moreover, the local Muggles not only accepted magic but sometimes also benefited from the goodness of potions or even participated in the magical world as lawyers or accounting specialists. If you were looking for a master of magical law and a specialist in Muggle law, then that was the answer. Look for Godric's Hollow.
Harry and Daphne arrived home, both feeling a bit on edge as they did so. "Didn't they promise us it would be a simple, one-story building?" Harry gave a small nod of his head while tapping the side of his trunk with his foot. "Yup."
"It's a three-story house, Harry," a voice said.
Harry nodded his head again. "Yup."
Ugh. Talking to her was like pulling teeth.
As the group approached the house, they made an effort to put on happy faces, smiling and tucking their hair behind their ears. The need to reach out and touch him on the back, as she felt his growing frustration, was almost unbearable, but she managed to control herself and hold back. The house directly above them was quite large and stood on a modest hill. It had a front of red brick, a steep black roof, and each window was shaped like a long oval. Daphne counted all the stone steps leading to the entrance of the building. There were forty of them. The grass hadn't been mowed in a long time, and children from the surrounding area had already started throwing eggs and stones at the overgrown lawn.
Both of them spent their summer time helping out at the town hall. Their duty was to go through the belongings of former residents, most of whom were no longer alive, to make room for new residents. Most of the houses were used as transitional homes. These homes were purchased with money from the sale of other homes. Magical children were often asked to clean them because they were better able to recognize magical danger and notify the appropriate authorities.
"I know this house," she said, trying to start a conversation with him. "I had completely forgotten about it until recently. A certain older wizard of the mind and his assistant called this place home. They got married when he was still studying to be a master of the mind, just starting his career. I believe they earned a substantial amount of money."
"Is that so?" "His wife passed away around 2005, if my memory serves me correctly. I suppose that wasn't good for him."
Naturally, he didn't answer, saying anything about it. Daphne consciously tried not to sigh or show any other signs of her irritation, as it would only make things more difficult.
Their relationship had been deteriorating since she had rejected his foolish and imprudent love proposal. She was as nice to him as she could be, explaining that she simply didn't feel the same emotions as he did. He was more like a sibling to her than a romantic partner. Besides, he was in Gryffindor, as he imagined it.
It was mainly the fact that they were such close friends not long ago that proved to be his undoing. They had been close friends for many years. They were both fans of the same comics and often played scenes from epic fantasy adventures they read, carrying sticks and wearing bathrobes, parading around the neighborhood and shouting lines from different books. They always made sure to give each other presents last during their birthday celebrations, knowing that whatever they gave would be better than what others brought. This happened regardless of who was celebrating a birthday. Even during their first years at Hogwarts, they coordinated their class schedules to be able to eat lunch together every day. Everything started to deteriorate over time, Harry became more and more of a nerd about runes and defense against the dark arts, and she became more focused on gaining influence in her house.
Things had the potential to change very quickly. In the past, he was friendly, cheerful, and always smiling, always ready with something fun or humorous to say.
Today he was in a gloomy mood, just like the previous three days. She figured it was her fault for this situation. Her mistake was insisting that their town hall supervisor put them on the same team at any point. If she hadn't made such a fuss about working with someone she then thought of as nothing more than an old friend, she might have been able to wriggle out of working with him this Saturday.
But no.
"I'm sorry," her supervisor informed her at the time. "I scheduled everyone's agenda to work around the two of you. There were other considerations too, but you made such a firm demand that I can't take any further action at the moment. Please try again in a month."
She had no choice but to be with him. For one whole month. One whole month of Harry's never-ending bad attitude. Oh, how she regretted that he didn't keep his mouth shut and refrain from giving her any hint of how much he cared about her!
Before starting her penultimate year at Hogwarts this year, in the fall, Daphne came up with the idea of doing some volunteering in the community. They had recently completed their OWLs, and both were already sixteen years old. Daphne wanted to get involved in ministry work. However, if she did community service before applying for an internship at the ministry, she would have a better chance of being accepted.
Anyway, she enjoyed helping others. She had the idea that dedicating her life to helping others wouldn't be such a terrible way to spend it. Of course, she wouldn't receive a large salary, but it was a calling and sometimes she felt very strongly that it was calling her. Finding happiness meant bringing relief to others. It was just the way she was raised.
Harry said he was interested in doing volunteer work to lend a helping hand. After such a privileged upbringing, he said he felt terrible that he wasn't contributing anything to the community. He wasn't rich, but he was a pureblood living in the middle class in England and admitted that things he always took for granted, like a great home and the promise of safety, sometimes weighed on his mind.
After a while, Daphne realized that her goal with volunteering was always to get closer to him. Naturally, he was too proud to back out of the agreement at this point. Or maybe he just wanted to throw mysterious looks her way.
Daphne was incredibly and poignantly beautiful. Even if she was aware of this fact, she tried not to identify with it. She was a real woman in every sense of the word, with real aspirations, ideas, thoughts, and cares. She wanted to contribute to the preservation of magic. She wanted to replace all private breeding with reserves and increase research into magical creature breeding. Her goal was to dedicate her entire existence to making the world a better place. And the last thing she wanted was to spend the day hanging out with Harry at all.
She let out a sigh. At least she wasn't dressing suggestively to try to attract him. Her thick, long, golden hair was pulled back into a thick ponytail behind her back, and her slim, shapely legs were covered in jeans. Her hair was shiny and bright. The tight shirt, which was probably too restrictive for her comfort with Harry around, did what it could to hide her large bust.
Over the past year, she had had a somewhat delayed growth spurt and still denied her blossoming, so she didn't want to change her clothes according to her maturation. She had recently gone through a rapid growth spurt. Even Harry made similar comments, which in hindsight seemed strange, but Daphne didn't intend to change who she was just because she became beautiful, even if her friends would tell her it didn't make sense to be dazzling if she didn't intend to flaunt it. She would walk by as they admired her beautiful face, bright blue eyes, or incredibly seductive lips, and then do what she pleased while they were preoccupied with her physical attributes.
The couple managed to climb all the way to the top of the slope. Harry moved his suitcase out of the way to make room for the entrance and placed it on the porch. At their previous visit to a residence, Daphne had come dangerously close to being suffocated to death by a stack of magazines that was fifteen feet tall and ten feet wide. Fortunately, Harry was able to pull her away from danger just in time. This had happened just the day before, and since then he had hardly spoken to her. She hesitated to talk to him too much, afraid that he would start another argument about not wanting to love him just because he wanted her to. After that, he almost never spoke to her.
They didn't need the keys because the door to the house was already open, but they brought them just in case. You never know what kind of old runic protections might be in the house. There were many framed pictures in the foyer hanging on the walls. Each of these photographs featured a truly stunning assistant, whoever she was, with a master of mind magic. The way she moved around the man clearly indicated her interest in him, even now, after all these years, she didn't even look at the people observing her. In most of the photos, she was kneeling subserviently before him, leaning towards him, raising one leg, or performing some other kind of supplication.
Daphne rolled her eyes while looking at the pictures. "Disgusting," she said. "Yeah," Harry replied. "Look."
He pointed to the study, which was on the other side of the hallway from where they stood, where there were stacks of shopping carts piled on top of each other, each one packed with bags. The area between all the carts was cluttered with many grocery bags, each one stuffed to the brim with cereal boxes.
"Okayy..." Daphne muttered as she continued. "I think we should get to work," she said. Since the homeowner had left, all they had to do was remove everything from the house and place it in the yard. The house staff was scheduled to come later in the day to load everything onto a truck and take it away, and ultimately disappear if it was related to magic. They were instructed to create three piles: one for goods that might still be useful, such as pencils and pens, a second for things that seemed to have no purpose, such as the tops of boxes, and the final pile for things related to magic.
