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Wednesday, March 14th ~ Late Morning

Dobby had long since cleaned up the room where the reception had been and the guests had all left the night before. Winky had insisted on going back to Draco's flat and that left Dobby at loose ends, therefore, he'd been skulking around the hallway outside their bedroom for nearly four hours, hoping one of them would holler his name. Miss Daphne's mother had sent a package for her several hours ago and Dobby was afraid she really needed it.

Mr. Harry Potter is always awake long before now.

But that was before dearly beloveds.
I finally found someone,
who knocks me off my feet;
I finally found the one who makes me feel complete...

Tuesday, March 13th ~ Evening

Setting Daphne down gently in the middle of their bedroom floor, it dawned on Harry that he hadn't planned on ever being in this particular room again. It also occurred to him that she might want to pick a different room as the master suite, but those thoughts were quickly slid into a dark corner as his body reminded him just how long it had been since he'd last made love to Daphne.

But I've never made love to my wife beforeCollapse )
To celebrate the joining of Harry James Potter and Daphne Diane Greengrass in the bonds of matrimony.

Tuesday, March 13th ~ Early Evening

Hedwig had nearly flown herself into exhaustion, but each of the handful of invitations had made it to their intended recipients in record time.

The ceremony was small and quick. The bride wore the same robes her mother had been married in, the groom a suit. Their friends had gathered in the window room over looking the lake, and Severus Snape gave the bride away.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Tuesday, March 13th ~ Late Afternoon

When the package arrived, Severus almost didn't bother opening it. There was work to be done at the shoppe, and he needed to get back. The letter that had been attached slid to the floor when he tossed the entire thing onto one of the kitchen cabinets, and it was only as he bet over to pick it up and saw the return address from a solicitor in London.

The letter was an apology for not sending the package last week. The package revealed a journal which only made his confusion grow.

That confusion quickly turned into horror as Severus read the last entry.

Event of my death - therefore - I'm dead... That couldn't be possible, he'd just seen Potter a few hours ago and these idiot solicitors were claiming they were supposed to have sent the journal a week ago... Unless they had managed to screw up even more and sent the thing early?

What if Potter was planning to do the deed that very night?

He rushed to the fireplace and tossed in a handful of powder, calling out for Mrs. Crockford at the Phoenix.

"I need to speak with Potter!"
"I'm not supposed to love you, I'm not supposed to care, I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there.
I'm not supposed to wonder where you are or what you do...I'm sorry I can't help myself, I'm in love with you.”
~ Unknown
Monday, March 12th ~*~ Early Morning

Daphne stood outside on her small balcony and watched the sky lighten as the sun rose. It was rare that she was awake that early, but sleeping had been almost impossible.

Her Mum knew something was up, but so far she'd kept from asking a bunch of prying questions and had been content with the answers Daphne had offered. "No, Harry and I aren't seeing each other right now." "Yes, something happened, but I don't want to talk about it just yet." "Yes, someday I'll tell you." "No, I'm not sure we will get past it." And finally "Yes, I still love him, but sometimes love isn't enough, Mum."

Diane had left her alone after that, and Daphne was grateful.

She cradled her can of soda closer to her chest and looked out over the yard, wondering once more if there ever would be a time when she could think of Harry and what might have been without hurting. Until she could, Daphne knew she'd never be content to go back to the way things used to be, and Harry didn't want anything more.
But I still believe
And I will rise up with fists
And I will take what's mine mine mine
There but for the grace of God, go I
Wednesday, February 28 • Evening

Vera walked toward the gates of Hogwarts to meet Daphne, promptly and as planned.

The Pansy problem still lingered, and it seemed one found solutions much easier after a meal with friends. And if that became too much for Izabel, they could always try to cheer her up with the wedding plans that they had gone ahead with as much as they could with no input from either bride or groom.

Near-psychotic optimism was required when dealing with the bridal industry, even in the best of cases. It would work out.

She was convincing herself that when Daphne, accompanied by Miguel, arrived.

"Thank you, Miguel. I do so love delivery. I'm still disinclined to tip, however."

She smiled at Daphne.

"I made the mistake of mentioning sushi in front of the house elves, and they became very enthusiastic. I hope you like Japanese, and I hope they know what they're doing."

Fresh ingredients shouldn't be a problem, at least.
Every ending is a new beginning.
Tuesday, February 27th ~ Early evening

Rose finished her shift and said goodnight to the other employees. Part of her wanted to just go home and the rest knew that she had to talk to Daphne. Tonight.

Becky had mentioned she'd been looking tired, and it was true. Between her job here at the restaurant, her work with Hagrid, and spending her nights with him there wasn't much time for resting. Something had to give.

She paused outside Daphne's office door...Collapse )
When you love someone, and you love them with your heart, it never disappears when you are apart.
~ Unknown
Monday, February 26th ~*~ Evening

For the second time in as many days Daphne looked up when someone entered her office and her welcoming smile faded. This time it wasn't because Harry was standing in the doorway, it was because he wasn't.

"Mister Snape."

She'd asked Harry for time to think, to figure out if she was really going to give up what they had just because she had hoped for more. At the time she'd known what she'd been asking for, but the consequences hadn't quite sunk in until now. No more walks home. It's what you asked for, idiot. No one to blame but yourself.

"I take it you're to be my escort this evening?"
You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you on what you say or do
I'm only just beginning to see the real you

Sunday, February 25th ~ Evening

The rest of the week had been much the same as Wednesday evening. Nothing concrete to base this - uneasy feeling on, but Harry felt like he was running in place when he intended to jog around the block. Daphne had sent another owl stating she couldn't get away from work because of another emergency and Harry had almost gone over there during the day to see exactly what she was dealing with.

You do that - try and help and it'll be the loan thing all over again.

Walking into the restaurant he greeted Becky quietlyCollapse )
You can't always get what you want
Wednesday, February 21st ~*~ Evening

It was times like this, when Harry was by her side walking her home, that Daphne could pretend everything was back to normal. The walk home and a kiss wasn't quite long enough to make her panic and fear that she'd say something stupid like "Marry me?", but just long enough to keep her from missing him too much through out the day.

Daphne unlocked her door and let them both in, turning to offer her lips for a goodnight kiss.
All the immediate unknowns are better
than knowing this tired and lonely fate.
Does he love you, does he love you?
Will he hold your tiny face in his hands?
Saturday, Feb. 17 • Midday

Vera's wand directed a large, gaily wrapped box up in front of her as she walked down the hallway to Daphne's apartment.

Holding it under her arm would crush the foofy bow, and that would never do.

"Happy birthday!"

The present bustled its way into the flat as soon as the door was opened. Vera shrugged in apology to Daphne and smiled; what could she say, she was a touch excited.

"Please accept this fine gift, and don't assume it's a bribe to get you to pick somewhere dreadfully fancy for lunch where they trip over themselves to wait on us hand and foot because I'm willing to go wherever you choose, honestly."
Things never seem to go the way you plan
Thursday, February 15th ~*~ Just after midnight

It wasn't quite how she'd pictured ending the evening. She'd thought there would be dancing and a little kissing and then they would go up to their room at the hotel, she'd put on something terribly uncomfortable that lifted this and flattened that and that she wasn't planning on wearing very long anyway, and then Harry would tell her he loved her and propose and they would make love.

Instead there was Pansy having some sort of psychotic break in the ballroom and men from St. Mungo's and going to their room had been more of an escape than a gentle build up.

As if she needed another reason to hate Pansy the cow.

Daphne sat on the couch with a huff and crossed her arms under her breasts. "I've had better birthdays."
WWN Broadcast
Wednesday, February 14th ~ Evening

"We interrupt the 'Lover's Serenade' to bring you news from the Black Orchid Hotel. This is good, so straighten your clothes and listen to Rita for a moment, you lucky lovers out there.

"Witnesses say Healers from St. Mungo's had to be called to the scene because of a scandalous outbreak on the main dancefloor.

"Spokespeople for the Malfoy-owned establishment had no official comment to give, but according to guests it was socialite and friend of the family Pansy Parkinson who caused the disturbance. Gentlemen, please, if you're going to start panting and rioting over a witch, do it over someone with her own nose. This is 100-percent Skeeter here — get it while it's hot!

"Apparently the scene has quieted down now, but with a near-orgy going on out in the open, who knows what might have happened in the more secluded rooms? Shocking behavior indeed to be linked with one of the wizarding world's stiffly upstanding (Floo me, Lucius!) families.

"As always, ladies and gentlemen, WWN is always interested in the comments and concerns of our listeners. More importantly, if you personally witnessed a sensational bit of scandal, owl me, Rita Skeeter, care of the WWN. The Wizarding Wireless Network now returns you to our regularly scheduled programing."
I'm charged up ... I'm kinda wooden
I'm barely moving ... I study motion
I study myself ... I fooled myself
Sunday, February 11 || Afternoon

Meals on trays with an anxious Dobby hovering over him made Remus feel nervous, as if he were a spotty teenager spending time in the Infirmary again. The House elf was nothing like Poppy, but now that his mind had made the connection it wouldn't let it go.

Obviously he needed a change of scenery; being shut up was driving him ...

... was making him a bit stir-crazy, that was all.

Lupin got out of bed and struggled into proper clothes for the first time in nearly two weeks. He'd spoken with McGonagall and that had gone reasonably well. Perhaps a quiet chat with Harry would go as well.

Even if it didn't, it was time to start talking again, while they had the chance.

Dobby had said Harry was in his office, and so he was. Remus hovered at the doorway for a moment, just looking at the wizard within the room for a moment, before quietly speaking up.


He entered the room and gingerly took a seat.

"How are you doing?"
A dream is a microscope through which we look at the hidden occurrences in our soul.
~Erich Fromm

Sunday, February 4th ~ Late Afternoon

There were days when it was hard for Daphne to remember what her life had been like before she'd returned to Hogsmeade. Not in general, that she remembered well, but the details of everyday life. Had she been happy before? Was it the same kind of happiness she had now or different? Better or worse?

Different, definitely, but I don't think before and now can be compared and judged. It's apples and oranges. Three years ago I would have never thought I'd be where I am now.

Her tea was growing cold, so Daphne tapped her wand against the cup to heat it up.

She'd grown used to the idea of getting married, of moving to Glen Hollow (surely Harry wouldn't want to move into her flat)... even of living in the same house as Dobby and Sirius. And that gorgeous kitchen. Can't forget that.

Daphne sipped her tea and smiled, picturing what life would be like once she and Harry were married. Friends over for a meal now and then, nights in front of the fire with Harry, and someday maybe even a child or two.
Do you see the thing-a-ma-bob that goes on this doohickey?
Sunday, January 28th ~ Early Afternoon

The area rug in the main sitting room probably wasn't designed with a motorcycle in mind and Harry had taken the precaution of putting a few repellent spells on it, but it probably would have been wiser to roll it up. He only thought about that after the first few things had been removed and spread around.

I should have stuck it with the furniture, he decided with a wince when the first few drops of oil hit it.

Who knew changing the plugs and oil would be so - complicated.

And what the hell does this thing-a-ma-bob do?

Ye-ouch!Collapse )
He's the one that I want. I'm pretty sure.

Thursday, January 25th ~*~ Evening

Dear Friend,

I know it may not be as informative and exciting as the last outing some of us went on; but if you're up for it I think I have something you might be interested in hearing.

Did I mention there would be chocolate and wine?

I've been looking for an original sin.
One with a twist and a bit of a spin.

Sunday, January 21st ~*~ Late Afternoon

Two nights ago she'd been out with Vera and the others and had a great time. Even with Malfoy along.

True, certain details were a little fuzzy - like how exactly she got home - but on the whole the evening had been a blast. Yesterday, after the hangover had been dealt with - she'd treated the kitchen staff to more than one impromptu music break. Even Miguel had gotten into the spirit, twirling her past the scallops before grabbing Becky for a low dip that nearly ended up with both of them on the floor.

Her good mood was back today, evident in the way Daphne was dancing across her flat and singing along with the cd player. She'd taken the morning off just because she could and spent the day relaxing alone with a good book, the music and a bit of wine. From the bed she could see her reflection in her floor length mirror and Daphne took advantage of that to sing along with Billy Idol during "Rock the Cradle of Love". Sadly, she ran out of bed before she ran out of song and ended up on the floor in a fit of giggles.
They keep saying the right person will come along;
I think the knight bus hit mine a few years ago.
Friday, January 19th ~ Late Afternoon

Sitting down at her desk with a sigh, Anne pulled the top, right hand drawer open to find the latest forms the Ministry office had sent her to fill out.

"If I could spend as much time actually talking to the students as I do having to fill out the latest most comprehensive and efficient forms they send..." Anne was grumbling to herself as she lifted a stack of folders onto the desk top and leafed through them quickly. "Where the hell-oo. What's this?" Anne asked as one of the folders knocked over the pile of mail she hadn't taken care of yet. A colorful brochure caught her eye as it was revealed.

Pulling out the shiny foldout, her eyebrows rose at the images.

Hellloooo, handsome.Collapse )
They say you can't go home again.
Thank Merlin for small favors.
Sunday, January 14th ~ Afternoon

Not having contact with his aunt and uncle had never bothered Harry. It still didn't, but after the Christmas gift he'd sent, he'd wondered what kind of reception they'd get if they showed up at the front door. A slightly evil grin crossed his face.

Especially if I have a bottle of Uncle Vernon's favorite brandy with me.

"Daph? How would you like to see the Muggle house I grew up in?"
You think I'm dead, but I sail away
On a wave of mutilation
Thursday, January 11 • Afternoon

The cage was ready to spring open, now to make ready its contents. The loathsome, debased creature inside needed assistance.

It was the burden of the pure-bloods that she shouldered. The responsibility to craft a better world.

Bellatrix entered the restaurant with an imperial air and instructed the hostess to fetch Miss Greengrass.

"Do not make me wait long, child."
“The less I behave like Whistler's mother the night before, the more I look like her the morning after.”
-- Tallulah Bankhead

Sunday, January 7th ~*~ Late Morning

Sunlight had found its way across the flat to the bed, and finally forced Daphne awake. She opened her eyes and immediately wished she hadn't, reaching up to cover her eyes with her hand and groan.

"That's it, I'm bricking over all the windows."

Last night there had been the Staff party at Hogwarts and Daphne remembered being there and having a bit too much to drink, but they'd been celebrating. It was after the party that she was a little foggy on.

Another, much more cautious, attempt to open her eyes confirmed she was in fact in her own home so that was worth something. A tilt of her head told her she wasn't alone in bed.

"You better be Harry or we are both in so much trouble."
WWN News Update
Saturday, January 6 ~ Evening

"... And as parents across the commonwealth well know, this weekend the Hogwarts Express will speed across the land to bring the students back to their books.

"Tonight, though, the members of the Board of Governors and select members of the Hogsmeade community were welcomed to the castle ahead of the start of second term by the staff.

"Percy Weasley, the director of the Hogsmeade Ministry office, spoke at length and quite knowlegeably about traditional and non-traditional spellcasting methods.

"So, students, take comfort in this as you head back to class: even over the holidays, your teachers went in for a little learning themselves."

"Never too old, eh?"

The sound of a door creaking open floated over the airwaves, and if one listened closely, a fiercely whispered exchange could be heard:

"Tell them about the after-party! The drunken debauchery! Tell them what really happened!"

"Rita, get the hell out of here! You don't have any sources, we'll get sued ..."

"Some greedy witch got engaged before I could have a fair crack at the groom-to-be! That's injustice! I should write an editorial ..."

A fierce rustling was heard, and the original voice returned.

"This has been Ezekiel Brunderbluss with your evening news and as always ladies and gentlemen WWN is interested in the comments and concerns of our listeners. If you have one, please contact us by owl or floo. We appreciate the interest shown and will respond as soon as possible. The Wizarding Wireless Network now returns you to our regularly scheduled programing."
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.”
~ Seneca

Sunday, December 31st ~*~ Late Evening

Bubbles were a guaranteed cure for whatever ailed you, physical or mental. At least temporarily. Daphne sunk even further into the mound of scented bubbles and hot water and sighed.

How was it possible to be with someone you loved, to be content and happy, and yet sad at the same time? Daphne hadn't a clue. What should have been one of the happiest weeks of her life - well, it actually was one of the happiest - kept being clouded by this sense of... Foreboding? Pessimism? Paranoia? Common sense?

Daphne just wished she knew what exactly she was expecting to step in and ruin everything.Collapse )
Christmas Day broadcast

The quick fanfare announcing a feature piece lilted over the WWN airwaves, followed by the familiar voice of Horace Knickerbocker.

"Ciaran McIrney remembers his first Cribbage's Wizarding Cracker well."

A high-pitched male voice came over the network.

"I was two years old, and my older sisters were squabbling over the last cracker. I somehow got hold of one end when Marcia let go and sort of fell on it as it opened — my face was blue from the smoke for a month after. Mum was angry at the time, but brings the piccies out now whenever I have a bird over. Still have the Screaming Yo-yo I got from it, though."

The smooth voice of the narrator took up the thread.Collapse )