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WWN Broadcast
Friday, April 6th ~ Evening

"This is Rita Skeeter, standing just outside, around the back, in an alley behind, the Three Broomsticks, where a reception for one of Hogsmeade's former most eligible bachelor's - and his blushing bride - is taking place, to bring you a WWN exclusive."

"Can it, Anastasia, I don't care who got the assignment from the boss, the story is Mine. Keep it up, and I just might forget to take that gag off before I leave. Understand?"

"Now, where was I? Oh, yes, the quicky wedding of hunky recluse and defense school owner, Harry Potter, to restaurateur and frump, Daphne Greengrass occurred weeks ago with almost no fanfare and a tragically small guest list. Once word of the marriage hit the streets, some of the most delicious rumors began to circulate over the mysterious circumstances behind the event."

"Some sources say the couple had been estranged, and were shocked to hear of the wedding when I told them, still others speculated on the need for such a rapid and quiet affair. So far there are no signs of impending motherhood - although the bride has been carrying a few extra pounds for quite some time - but one can't help but wonder if there might be a new member of the Potter family showing up soon."

"What? I said if, they can't sue us for merely voicing some of the public opinion, Anastasia. Stop being such a worrywart."

"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."
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!"
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."

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Tea for two Three
Sunday, November 26th

It wasn't that a Sunday tea with her daughter was unheard of; but these last few months they had become a rare occasion since Daphne tended to spend the day with her beau, and usually these hurriedly scheduled meetings came with some sort of price attached.

Considering the bit of gossip she'd heard on the wireless earlier in the week, she had a fair idea of what this one would be.

Still, Diane never was one to jump to conclusions and Daphne and Harry were her guests. She ushered them both in and gestured to the sitting area before asking Daphne to help her get the things from the kitchen.
Worry is a sustained form of fear caused by indecision.
~ Brian Tracy
Sunday, November 19th ~ Afternoon ~ Evening

After the nightmare from last week, Harry was determined that Daphne would have a better Sunday this week. He considered taking her to the Black Orchid Hotel for the weekend, but he'd really wanted to save that for Valentine's Day.

He'd compromised and decided on a slightly different location.

We never did make it back to that 'other' hotel room, he decided with a smirk as he used his key and opened the door to her flat.

"Daph? I hope you're dressed warm. I'd like to take my favorite girlfriend shopping so I have something to rip off of her," Harry announced after he closed the door.
When your mother asks, "Do you want a piece of advice?" it is a mere formality.
It doesn't matter if you answer yes or no.
You're going to get it anyway.
~ Erma Bombeck
Sunday, September 10th ~ Afternoon

It was a beautiful afternoon, perfect for what Harry wanted to get done before going to fetch Daphne. What he hadn't counted on was how much there was to do. Several shingles had been loose and it felt good to use a hammer to pound a few nails again. By the time he'd gotten out the tools he needed to clean out the gutters, noon had come and gone. The sleeve of his shirt was used quite frequently to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

I'm should have worn a hat or a sweat band. Out of practice doing this kind of stuff.
Disappearance of former colleague baffles officials
Friday, July 14 ~ Night

The search for a missing former Unspeakable continued today, with the authorities reporting no progress in the investigation.

Buford Croaker, a well-respected former official for the Department of Mysteries, first was reported missing nearly two weeks ago.

John McMathis, Auror, at today's press conference:

"In the course of his long and distinguished career, Mr. Croaker was instrumental in helping to apprehend many a dangerous criminal. As well, his investigations into certain Mysteries continued on a freelance basis. Suffice to say, there are a number of leads for us to follow and we will continue to do so."

Authorities initially became suspicious when Croaker, 60, failed to meet former colleagues for a lunch on July 3. A search of his flat revealed no sign of foul play, and McMathis stated there has been no activity in the missing man's bank accounts.

Paul Smythe, Unspeakable:

"Frankly, we're beginning to fear the worst. Croaker has no real family that could have called him away for an emergency, he didn't like to travel ... I don't like to think it, there are some bad folk out there, and they don't care for ol' Buford."

This has been Horace Knickerbocker, reporting from the Ministry of Magic. Now back to you in the studio.
A Mother's Love
Friday, June 30th ~*~ Early Morning Hours

There was little thought involved as she hurried through the streets. Arms wrapped around her body for warmth, although the chill was coming from inside.
Meeting Mum
Sunday, February 26th ~*~ Afternoon

There really was no reason to be nervous. At all.


Yet Daphne was pretty sure that if she'd tried to eat anything for lunch she would have been sick to her stomach.

Her Mum wanted to meet the man in her daughter's life, a simple and logical request, one she'd been hinting about for awhile - even more so after she heard they'd made up from the fight. Yet Daphne had been hesitant, as if by bringing the two most important people in her life together some how made things... uncomfortably serious. Having everyone know she was dating Harry was one thing, but meeting a parent, her parent, was more and Daphne was terrified that things would fall apart. That her Mum would show Harry pictures of Daphne naked and bathing with Mister Ducky. That Harry would think she was trying to pressure him into something, what she wasn't sure.

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An Invitation To Tea
Monday, February 6th ~ Afternoon

The owl inviting him to tea with Daphne's mother had been a bit of a surprise until he remembered Snape's words about her mother being a harpy.

Right, have to keep my temper in check no matter what she says, Harry decided as he walked up the path to the front door. His eyes flicked over the cottage and he couldn't help noting the details that seemed to jump out at him.

Roof needs some work. I wonder if the gutters have been cleaned out lately? The caulk in those windows is cracked. Should be replaced.

As Harry knocked on the door he took a deep breath.

Remember - patience. If you can deal with Snape and let him keep his head, Daph's mother should be easy.
Stop being a twit, dear.
Thursday, February 2nd ~*~ Morning

Owl to Daphne Greengrass

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Mum, what do I do?
Wednesday, January 25th ~*~ Most of the Day

Daphne had tossed and turned most of the night, the contents of the letter weighing heavily on her mind. She stayed in bed until the first light of morning managed to find its way through the curtains.

Bundled up against the cold, letter safely tucked into her pocket, Daphne set out to visit her mother long before many of the villagers of Hogsmeade had bothered to start their day.
It Was a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Tuesday, January 3rd ~*~ Afternoon

The days were beginning to blur into each other. Daphne couldn't remember what day of the week it was and no amount of coffee seemed to help. She smiled at her mother's suggestion of a nap and wandered off to do just that, not noticing that Diane Greengrass was gathering her things together and shrugging into her cloak.
Have You Seen My Daughter?
Friday, December 23rd - Late Evening

Severus pulled out his pocket watch once again and frowned. He needed to get back to the safe house and Rose before dark, the person he'd left to watch over her was fine during the day but at night... He preferred to take the night shifts if at all possible.

Unfortunately it had taken longer than expected to deal with today's orders and he was just getting ready to close the shop for the night when the little bell above the door rang.

Bloody Hell.

Surprise and a tiny bit of apprehension raced across his face before it went carefully blank. "Mrs. Greengrass. Can I help you?"
An Old Acquaintance
Tuesday, December 6th - Afternoon

Daphne glanced at her watch and realized she was going to be late for meeting her mother. She bit her lower lip and tried to hurry but the lunch rush at the restaurant had yet to die down and one of her waitresses had called in sick.

But giggly.

That's it. I need to grow a backbone at some point. Everyone knows I'm a push over.