For those of you wondering what I've decided as far the poll went and such here are your answers.

Second Chances will be staying a tad longer on the hold line, but Bid of a Lifetime will continue, I will post a minimum of one 8k or more chapter a month, perhaps every two weeks. No Matter What, and Tamers of the Heart will be updated much more often, more along the lines of 6-10k chapters every week or every other week. This new story will be once a week or twice a week for the first month or so, then be taken down to around once every other week or so. I will not be starting the Star wars or X men story, I'll save those for another time. Until Tamers if finished, or I've finished Bid of a Lifetime. That is all. I thank you all for voting and everything else. Please enjoy.

This story begins at the end of the HBP. There are things that are different in the story is that Dumbledore never puts the ring on and gets the curse. As well as he listened to Harry after a fight where Harry threatened to leave Hogwarts, or take matters into his own hands. So Dumbledore had Aurors come take Draco away, but he escaped on the transport to Azkaban by Voldemort. After the tournament Harry began training alone and learning many spells and curses. Eventually approaching Professor Flitwick to train him, who agreed, and for the past year has been teaching him both to duel and to battle. Two distinct different fighting styles. Other than that, everything that occurred in the books up till the end of HBP is accurate, from here on things will be taking a different turn.

This will be a Powerful Harry and Daphne story. With a manipulative/slightly misguided but still good Dumbledore who will come around in the end. Perhaps… Molly/Ron/Cho bashing. A few others perhaps will be bashed.

Enjoy the story everyone.

This story is rated M for a reason, there will be smut taking place, and right off in the first chapter. Just so everyone knows.

Pairings are as follows.

HP/DG

NL/TD

BZ/HG

Chapter 1

He was walking the Halls, having returned from the cave with Dumbledore who was currently in the Hospital wing recuperating from the poison he took while in the cave retrieving, the now known, fake horcrux that had been there. They'd destroyed a few now, the diary, and the ring, leaving who knows how many more left.

He was looking briefly at his map to find Snape, when he noticed something disturbing. Daphne Greengrass was surrounded by what looked like Nott, Goyle, Crabbe, Parkinson, and a few other older Slytherin's. Feeling something deep within him urge him to help her, he took off at a sprint towards the corridor they had her pinned at.

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He arrived just in time to see a cutting curse launch from Nott's wand and cut Greengrasses robes from her body. Feeling anger immediately burst within him, Harry attacked.

His wand moved with grace as he attacked, his spells launching wordlessly from his wand as he moved. Thanking Flitwick for their training they'd been doing for the past year, as well as the preparing he'd done before that. Because of his silent spell casting, almost all of the boys found themselves stunned or bound and on the floor within moments, only two nameless seventh year Slytherin's having not been bound. Though with a swift exchange between them and Harry, they too were bound on the floor.

The moment they were all incapacitated, Greengrass picked her wand up from where it had fallen and curses began flying from her wand in a rage at her would be rapists, each of them causing Harry to wince as he recognized what the spells would accomplish, leaving all the boys on the floor either lacking, or with now faulty equipment down below.

"So, getting a good eyeful Potter?" Daphne questioned, now looking at Harry, her wand pointing towards him, though if she was honest, she knew in a battle of wands he would win.

"Can't say it's a bad view." Harry said with a smirk, taking off his robes and tossing them towards her. "Here, though I don't mind the view, I don't believe those upon the floor deserve it."

This caused a small giggle to erupt from the rather frazzled Slytherin before she caught herself and her Ice Queen persona slid into place. "Never thought I'd wear Gryffindor's colours."

As she was dressing Harry began double checking all the boys were unconscious.

"I would like to tha—" But her words were stopped as a thread of blue moved from her and connected to Harry, causing them both to stop whatever they were doing and stare.

Harry himself had no idea what was going on, or why there was a blue thread connecting him to Daphne. She, on the other hand, knew exactly what it was, and was both furious and terrified.

"Do you know what's going on here?" Harry asked, walking towards her and watching in fascination as the thread shrank as he got nearer.

"Sadly yes. It seems that I've just incurred a—"

Whatever she was going to say was interrupted again as she suddenly leapt forward and tackled Harry to the floor as a sickly yellow curse flew past the spot where Harry's head had just been hitting the wall and melting the first layer of it, a curse that would have surely killed Harry had it hit him. Harry turned to see Nott had slipped his wand hand free from the ropes that bound him and launched the spell at Harry, already preparing to cast another.

This did not last long, as Harry, with Daphne atop him wandlessly cast a stunner at the fool of a Slytherin.

"I'm getting real tired of being interrupted." She grumbled from atop Harry.

"Thanks Greengrass, guess we're even now." Harry said with a grin, looking up at the flustered Slytherin who found herself atop a rather handsome, and from the feel through his clothes, muscled Gryffindor.

Standing up and brushing off their clothes they were shocked into silence as a new thread began to form. This one green, and going from Harry to Daphne.

"Do you have any idea what this is?" Harry questioned, now thoroughly confused by the two threads that now connected them, attempting to touch them. Becoming fascinated when his hands passed right through.

"Yes, I do indeed know what is happening. These are Life debts. We both apparently owe the other one. A most unusual circumstance as it takes just the right situation to make one at all, let alone two, and between the same people one for each of them. I've neither heard of, nor read of a similar situation." Daphne muttered, looking warily at the two threads, causing Harry to stare at them as well. So it was that they saw the next occurrence between the two threads.

They came together, slowly melting into the other, and changing from green and blue, into solid gold before disappearing from view permanently.

"What just happened?" Harry asked, rather worried now.

"I've no idea. I've… I've just… what just happened?!" Daphne exclaimed, becoming even more worried than she had been, her mask falling completely again as she looked towards Harry, his face as worried as her.

"Let's get to the Headmaster, he'll know what's going on."

"No! I'm sorry Golden boy but I don't trust him half as much as you do, putting all your faith in him." Daphne began, giving Harry a look that told him she wouldn't budge.

"Well, if you knew of the things I've recently learn, you'd be changing that throught. But who else will have knowledge of what has occurred?"

"My parents. They are both Unspeakables, and researchers for them as well. They will have a better idea than anyone else. Not even Dumbledore has been allowed into their department and seen all they have and learned what they know. If we can just get out of Hogwarts, I can Apparate us to my house."

Harry quickly racked his brains, finding that from all his research, though considered slightly dark, the Greengrasses were notoriously grey, but had never sided with a Dark Lord for the past three hundred years. He felt safe enough going with her. "Fine. I can get us out of here without anyone knowing. Let's go."

With that, Harry grabbed Daphne's hand taking off towards the hospital wing, almost letting go as a jolt of electricity seemed to surge through him, and by the flinch of Daphne through herself as well. Though both would later agree, it was a rather pleasurable surge.

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Harry found himself outside an immaculate Manor. A large and imposing three story building that screamed of wealth. Though Harry wasn't too surprised. After Sirius' death, Harry had been emancipated and learned that he was heir apparent to three lines. Potter, Peverell, and Gryffindor, making him very powerful, and very, very wealthy. He'd yet to do anything about it, leaving the money to accumulate and grow from interest and the businesses he owned, telling the Goblins to make him as much money as they could. Then returned his focus to Voldemort and the Horcruxs. That was the most urgent thing he needed to focus on. He could figure out what it meant to be the heir to these lines later. When someone wasn't trying to kill him.

"Not that holding your hand isn't a wonderful feeling strangely enough. Do you plan to meet by father for the first time this way, after he's being woken from deep sleep by the wards going off?" Daphne questioned, a smirk on her face, and a challenge in her eyes.

Letting go of her hand as if it burned him, Harry smiled back. "I've got pretty good luck, but I don't think I'll test it with your father."

As he finished speaking the front door burst open as out ran a frazzled looking man and his wife, wands drawn and eyes searching the sky for attackers.

"Good evening father. I hope you weren't too far into a good dream." Daphne said, a smile on her face as her father and mother took notice of her, moving forward to hug their daughter, oblivious of their guest who was calmly observing them.

Harry noticed that Daphne got her looks from her mother, even in her nightgown and woken abruptly from sleep, she was beautiful and graceful. Both shared their strawberry blonde hair and high cheekbones, and though he'd never say aloud, they also shared their perfectly shaped bodies. He also noticed that Daphne got her ice blue eyes from her father, though his were a more piercing blue whereas hers was a little bit deeper in its colouring.

It was then they noticed their guest, Lord and Lady Greengrasses wands shooting up and pointing towards the intruder. "And why, may I ask is the illustrious boy-who-lived visiting our home in the middle of the night with our eldest?"

"It's a rather long story dad. Why not let us tell it over some tea." Daphne moved between her father and Harry, feeling the need to keep Harry from harm, an odd feeling she wasn't sure she liked having at all. She didn't know the boy behind her at all anyways. Other than the spewing's of Draco and Nott, the vile boys who made her, and her friends lives, miserable.

"If you say so. Come, I'm sure Mippy is still up and can make us some tea." Annabelle Greengrass said, turning to walk inside, slipping her arm inside of Daphne's as she walked.

"Cyrus Greengrass. Or more precisely, Lord Greengrass."

Harry accepted the hand with a timid smile, "Harry Potter, and a rather confused one at that."

His words caused a small grin to appear on Cyrus' face. "I'm sure this night shall prove quite interesting and enlightening. Shall we?"

They both entered the house, Harry following after the two female Greengrasses as Cyrus reset the wards and followed them inside.

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The two elder Greengrasses were stunned silent by the end of Daphne and Harry's tale. Something they did not appreciate as they were both still worried and very confused as to what had occurred between them.

"Dad. Do you know what happened?"

"Yes. Regretfully I do. And it's something that hasn't happened for thousands of years. There have been a few cases where it could have occurred, but there was no proof. To sum it up, you two have formed a soul bond. This is no ordinary soul bond, which are normally in place from birth. For in order for a soul bond like this to form, there are several steps that had to have been completed before hand. The first, both be a virgin, which you both apparently pass." At this the two teens blushed bright red.

"Second both must already have a latent bond of some sort between the two, more than likely it was a low level compatibility bond for you two. Which just means that had you two dated or anything of that nature, it would have worked out very well, as you two, both magically, physically, and mentally are good matches for the other. Third, there had to be absolutely no selfish intentions when saving the other. Not a trace. And lastly, both need to be either magically powerful, or those blessed by magic. Which I know for one that Daphne is both from your test with the goblins. And Harry it's not hard to guess that you are powerful, as well as more than likely blessed by magic based on the stories that surround you."

"Don't believe everything you read Lord Greengrass." Harry muttered, thinking the elder man was talking of the stories the 'illustrious' Prophet had written about him. From being the next dark lord, to being the Chosen One.

"No worries, I care not what the paper rights. I just pay attention to what my lovely daughters tell me from the rumors of Hogwarts. And though I know many are changed and made bigger than they are. There is always a Knut of truth in each rumor. Now, as I was saying. When all these happen a very special soul bond is evoked. Magic has decided to take you into its hands and change you into its perfect couple. If there were or are any physical or mental impurities they will be cleansed and fixed, if one is weaker than the other, they will be raised to their partner's level, and then both shall be made stronger than they were. Sometimes they are given special magic, other times they are left alone. We only know what we do about it, because three couples left a detailed account about what happened, and what they learned when it happened to themselves. A book written by Merlin, and a book co-written by Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin, all three of whom found themselves in one such bond."

Harry could only stare at the man in front of him, his mouth agape as he tried to process what he'd been told.

Daphne herself was doing the same, half her mind racing with possibility's, plans that no longer worked, others that were now much more plausible for her to complete, and whether or not she could love Harry Potter. The other with thoughts of how ridiculous and unfair this was. Though that part was being quickly overridden by the other half.

"The final thing, is that magic speeds up the process of the soul bond. A regular soul bonds magic will already ensure that the two magical beings caught in it love each other deeply, but it also ensures they can never cheat upon the other, lest they lose their magic. While this bond you have been entered in, it's much more than that. It was noted that even the thought, or joke of being with someone other than their bonded caused them to be physically ill at times, and cause them pain. It also increased what love was there, even if there was none, than magic placed some there. It's described by Salazar, who was one who found himself in a bond with someone he did not love, that it aged their relationship in one night. It grew their love for each other almost overnight, but it was genuine, not fake, and nothing like what it's like being under a potion or curse to love someone. It was the realest thing he'd ever experienced."

"How do you know this?"

Harry's question snapped them all out of the reverie they were in listening to Cyrus.

"Excuse me?"

"Don't get me wrong, I mostly believe you as what you're saying resonates with me, but how do you know all of this, and where did you get your hands on books written by Merlin, and the founders. I would think that they would be in Dumbledore's library. Not yours."

"That is a well-founded guess. My wife and I are Unspeakables, we have access to many things no one else does, and that is the only reason we know, and have read these books."

"It's a good thing you came here, what will occur next in this process would be rather embarrassing if you were at Hogwarts."

"And why is that mom? Dad?" Daphne questioned glaring at her parents as they both blushed red, searching for the right words.

"That is… ah… well a little harder to explain. And rather frustrating as well." Cryus said, still blushing along with his bumbling of the words. Much to the surprise of Daphne, who'd never seen her father like this.

"What my husband is trying to say, is this. How long ago did the threads combine?"

Casting a quick tempus Harry checked the time. "It's been around two hours now I suppose."

"Then we must move quickly, normally the effects begin after a few hours." Annabelle quickly stood, gesturing for the two to follow her as Cyrus dashed up the stairs.

They arrived at Daphne's room, much to her confusion as they entered to find Cyrus in the middle of enlarging the bed.

"Daphne my dear, and Harry. What's about to hit you two is a huge wave of lust and love, specifically for the other. Do not fight it. It will overwhelm you eventually, and the more you resist the worse it will be for you. Passion will ensue, and the two of you will… well you'll make love tonight."

At this both Harry and Daphne almost fell over, their mind shocked beyond words as Cyrus grumbled about having to help a boy get with his daughter while he was in the same house.

"WHAT!?"

"YOU CAN'E BE SERIOUS!"

Their shouts caused Annabelle to grin, "I'm as serious as I can be. Did you not see it all leading up to this from Cyrus' explanation to you? When you wake up, the process will be finished and everything will be complete. We have no idea how you will change or what will occur, other than what the book suggested. Which was still rather vague on some of the details. Now, we will be leaving after casting some powerful wards and charms around the room. Some to keep all the magic contained, and some…" Her she paused, casting a smirk towards her daughter and soon to be son-in-law, "Some to keep the noise within the room."

Her words caused them to once again blush. Something that was becoming the norm for Harry, and he didn't like it at all.

"Well, it's all ready, in you go. I've left some snacks in there for you to eat while you wait for it to begin." Cyrus exited the room, looking expectantly at the two teens.

"How can you be so calm about this?!"

"Simple Harry. We've dealt with things like this in the Department of Mystery's for years. Just never has it affected us so directly. If I'm being honest, at least for me, I'm rather excited to see what happens. This is the opportunity of a lifetime to gather more knowledge on this." Annabelle said, clapping joyously to herself as she gazed at her daughter and Harry in full on Unspeakable researcher mode.

"I will admit, I feel the same, though I'm also furious." Cyrus placed his hand upon his daughter's shoulder. "Do not fear. This will be good in the end. I promise."

Trusting her parents with all her being, Daphne simply nodded and entered the room, gazing back expectantly at Harry.

"I should be used to this by now. I just need to start accepting it as it happens." He grumbled, entering the room as the doors closed behind him and locked.

"So… This is probably the worst time for this but—Hi. I'm Harry Potter, we've had class together but never truly met officially."

His words, and the way he mock bowed and offered his hand caused another giggle to erupt from Daphne, enjoying how lighthearted he was being in this rather peculiar and trying time.

"Indeed. And I'm Daphne Greengrass." She supplied, offering her hand which he graciously kissed.

Once again a jolt surged through them at the contact, snapping both of them out of their thoughts as they were reminded what was about to occur.

"Before we are taken over by lust and have our way with the other. I must tell you something, or ask really." Daphne put her mask back on as she spoke, making sure he understood how serious she was as she gazed at him.

"Yes?"

"I won't be some Trophy wife. I have plans and desires. And I want to complete them. So please, don't try and make me one." She finished in a whisper, her mask cracking a bit at the thought of being some complacent wife who was there only for looks.

His laughter startled her as she glared at him.

"That is an easy promise. I've never wanted, and never will want a trophy wife."

"Thank you."

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He was sitting, gazing at Daphne's desk and all the pictures of her and her family that were on it when it began.

Suddenly arms were around his neck, as Daphne began kissing his neck, lightly sucking at his neck as she moved her way up towards his ear. Whispering softly once she arrived there. "You look so bored there Harry. Come, make love to me. You will not regret it."

Her words seemed to open up a whole new part of Harry he never knew about. Feeling himself filled with a hunger to do just that. Make love to the beautiful girl who was currently taking her time to kiss his neck all about.

Groaning out his approval, He stood up, turning around and picking her up as she followed his lead, wrapping her legs around his waist as she moved to kissing him full on upon the lips.

Their worlds exploded as their lips met, the lust taking over as they kissed. Each trying their best to make the other feel the most pleasure as their tongues met briefly in between them before Daphne took over. Stepping back and ripping Harry's shirt from his body with a quickly cast spell. Harry returning the favor as she vanished his robes that she was wearing, leaving himself shirtless in his jeans, and her in just her bra and panties. Neither realizing they'd just cast wandlessly and silently, something only one of them could do, and only on a few very simple spells, and with little control.

They met in the middle again, their mouths joining as one, as though the oxygen they needed to breathe, was found in the mouth of the other.

Soon Harry found himself falling onto Daphne's bed, momentary surprise as he glance around the room quickly before returning to the beauty who was currently undoing his jeans and starting to slide them off his body. All the while gazing up at him as she coyly bit her lower lip a little, smiling as she saw him eagerly watch her work.

He sat up once she'd pulled his jeans completely off, skillfully removing her bra and panties with ease. She took the easy route, casting a perfectly aimed, and small cutting curse from either hand that cut the boxers from his body, not even watching as they fell to the ground. She was more concerned with tasting her handsome lover's lips again.

The next kiss was filled with passion as Daphne pushed him back onto the bed and climbed atop him as he adjusted so they were in the middle of the bed, with plenty of room.

Without a word she grabbed hold of his manhood and lined it up with her own womanhood, looking deep into his eyes, her eyes commanding him to enter her.

Seeing his queen's command in her eyes, he thrusted up, entering her as both gasped in pleasure, Daphne barely registering in the back of her mind that there was no pain upon his entrance. Just pure pleasure. She marked it off as magic affecting them already, then returned her mind to the gorgeous body beneath her as she began to ride him like the queen she was.

Harry's eyes never left hers as she gyrated atop him, his hands placed firmly on her hips as she rode him up and down.

With her eyes never leaving his own, she grabbed one of his hands and pulled it up to her heaving breast, already sweat beginning to form between them and pleasure beginning to override them both as her eyes briefly closed in pleasure before surging open to gaze deeply into his beautiful and perfect emerald green eyes.

Allowing her to move him, hi hand closed softly around her breast, her hand over his as he caressed the mound of flesh, barely registering how soft, and warm it was. His focus completely on their joining, and her entrancing blue eyes. Eyes that seemed to become a deeper blue the more she rode him, and their pleasure built.

They came together in tandem, both reaching their climax as they cried out, the first real words for the past hour leaving their mouths as they yelled the other's name, their eyes closing as they were overridden with pleasure.

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When his eyes opened he found himself suspended in a white room, Daphne next to him, their hands clasped as they woke up. It was then he noticed they were both naked, the sweat from their lovemaking still shining upon them.

"You are awake then? Good, we shall begin."

The feminine voice tore each of their eyes from admiring the nakedness of their partner as they found themselves not alone, but with a beautiful woman.

She was beautiful, dressed in a flowing green emerald dress, her eyes a glowing neon purple, her hair long and midnight black. Her body was even more perfect than Daphne's, something Harry would have never thought possible. She was rather tall, and her ears, Harry belatedly realized, where also slightly pointed. With high cheekbones, and slightly upturned eyes she watched them.

"Are you magic?"

"My dear Daphne, I am flattered, however I am not Magic itself no. I am merely its speaker for the two of you. Two people who will be joining the few of us humans who were turned into Fae by Magic. Passing a test that, until now, only three couples. You two are the fourth. You may know me as Morgan Le Fay, also known as Morgana, and my husband is Merlin, otherwise known as Myrddin Emrys."

Her words shocked them into silence, both staring at the woman before them, who was the most powerful witch ever, and arguably the most powerful, next only to her, apparent, husband.

"I shall take your rude silence in good faith and continue on. You two are hear because you both passed a test, and formed a very special soul bond, as you father and mother mostly explained. However, not just anyone who has mutual life debts formed get here. Often soul bond forms, but almost never do they pass magic's test and move to the next level, as I and my husband, along with the four founders have."

They continued to stare, trying to take in all the information she was giving them, as well as keep a clear head through their endorphin riddled emotions. Still on a high from their climax, it felt as if they were both still climaxing as this took place.

"I must hurry, you won't be here long. Magic has given me the power and command to change you into one of us. As I said, we've become Fae. Magical and immortal beings who will never age, and whose power is unrivaled. What I shall be doing is perfecting the two of you physically, as well as growing your core and magical power. Then magic shall take care of the rest in your minds and hearts. As well as the lack of love I sense between you two. Are you prepared?"

They both numbly nodded, still trying to process what she was saying, and fight off the pleasure that was beginning to wrack their bodies again.

"Good. Then we begin." Morgan clapped her hands, both suddenly feeling whatever was suspending them in the air pull their arms and legs till their bodies formed two x's, only connected where their hands were still joined, holding onto the other for support.

"First, your eyes." With that Harry's vision blurred as his glasses fell from his face, giving him, for the first time, pure eye sight. He glanced over at Daphne, and found her gazing at him with her own new eyes. He immediately noticed her eyes were no longer their normal ice blue.

Now they glowed a Neon Cyan blue.

"Your eyes…" He trailed off, lost in the beauty of her eyes.

"Yours two, Neon Green child, and hers Neon Cyan. Every mortal shall know what you are, and how you are better than they." Morgan smiled, both returning their attention to her. "Now for your ears, cheeks, and the finishing touch upon your eyes."

Pain ripped through Harry for a brief second before disappearing, looking to Daphne to see what had changed now. He was greeted with a breathtaking elfin looking Daphne, who's eyes were mutually locked onto his own face.

Her cheekbones had become a little higher, with her eyes now slightly upturned, and her ears slightly pointed at the tips.

"Now we shall get into individual traits. Ladies first hhmm?" She walked up to Daphne, examining her body for a moment.

"You are near enough to perfect. There is little to change here. You are a beautiful girl Daphne."

Her words caused Daphne to blush as she looked at, what she considered, Morgan's superior body.

"First, your breasts." With a wave of her hand Daphne's breast grew slightly, filling out a little while retaining their perkiness. "Now, your height."

She screamed as her body added on another few inches, bringing her height to 5'10. "Good, good child. Now for the biggest change. Elfin metabolism, muscle, and body." Here Morgan used both hands as she changed Daphne.

To the naked eye Harry saw very few differences once the change was done, her muscles were slightly more defined now, subtly hidden beneath her perfect skin, their contours showing a little here and there as she breathed or moved.

"You are now three times stronger than someone of your usual weight and size. You will require the same amount of food, but you will never be gaining any weight, and your body will make better use of the nutrients in the food. Finally, your magical core and power."

Here she gazed deeply into Daphne's eyes, as if to her very soul as one hand was placed on her stomach, twisting and turning as if upon a dial on a safe box.

"We must bring your core up to the size of Harry's here, or what it will be once the bindings on his core are removed. Which is a big change alone. Then…" Her she paused as she violently turned her hand as Daphne screamed again, Harry tugging against the invisible bonds holding him in place to get to her side to help her. Having to settle for holding her hand as she squeezed the life out of it.

"Now it's been increased, you are a very powerful witch now Daphne. Perhaps even my equal. Who knows?" Morgana said, turning and walking towards Harry.

"Your turn child. First, let's make you a tad bit longer down here. I know your lover won't mind at all." She smirked as Harry felt a weird sensation taking place down below, refusing to look down as it happened.

"Good, now your height."

It was Harry's turn to shout in pain as his body screamed its protest, growing from its stunted size of 5'9 thanks to the Dursley's treatment of him, to 6'3. Ending with a burning feeling in all his joints and down his spine.

"Much better. There is more to fix on you child, it will hurt a little worse. Thanks to the Dursley's damage to you, Dumbledore's magical bindings, and this tiny piece of Voldemort's soul here. There I plenty to do."

At the mention of Voldemort's soul Harry froze. "I'm… I'm a horcrux…"

"Well yes, but not for long child. Do not worry, we shall be fixing it soon enough. Not to worry."

His gaze met hers, seeing the smile in her eyes and the assurance he found there was enough for him as he nodded. "Do what must be done then. I can bear it."

"I know." She whispered as she waved her hands, Harry's body exploding in pain as his muscles changed from human to Fae, his metabolism changing as well.

"Good. Good. You are strong Harry. Don't let anyone tell you different. Now this will hurt, probably the worst until the horcrux is removed. There are bindings placed upon your body by Dumbledore, I shall remove them, heal your damaged core, and then increased your power. This will hurt." Her eyes were saddened by the pain she knew he was about to endure, but upon receiving his steely gaze, and nod of affirmation she began.

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Daphne had never heard someone scream so loud, nor seem to be in as much pain as Harry did when Morgana began. She tearfully watched as he twisted against their invisible bonds, his face scrunched and red, the hand not holding Daphne's clenched in agony. Though the hand that held hers was a gentle as it had been from the beginning, awe at his control running rampant in her mind as she watched.

Finally morgana stepped back, a little winded but smiling. "You are all done Harry. Well done. Now, my job is finished. It is magic's turn. I shall see you another time children." With a wave at the two, she disappeared in a flash of magic.

They weren't alone but for a moment when it began. Daphne closed her eyes and found herself looking up from a basket into a old wizards face as she was set down on a doorstep, his voice echoing in her mind. "I'm sorry little Harry, but it must be this way. I shall see you soon, once you start school. Goodbye my boy."

She realized immediately what was happening, she was seeing Harry's life, everything he could remember. She watched in horror as his life flew past her eyes. In seconds she was living days of his life, everything he'd been through at the hands of his muggle relatives.

She transitioned from his life of being beat, starved, locked up, and mocked by muggles. To being a celebrity that was kept on a pedestal and watched by everyone at Hogwarts, his fear when battling the Troll, and his terrifying battle against Voldemort. All the while happening as if it were her instead of Harry. Feeling exactly how he felt, every emotion and thought he'd ever had.

She moved through second year and third year. Followed soon after by Fourth, fifth, and sixth year, up until the moment he saved her. Recognizing the feeling that he should protect her as magic's subtle manipulation of the two to bring them together.

Finally ending with gazing at her as her body had changed, and the pain began for his own changes.

She now knew everything there was to know about Harry Potter. She'd experienced, within a few minutes, every breath he'd ever taken, word he'd uttered, thought that had crossed his mind. Everything. All thanks to magic.

It hit her like a ton of bricks. Magic did not give the couples love, it did not force them to love each other, or any other crazy thought. It simply let you live their lives and learn everything about them. Every secret, every moment of their lives. For how could you not love someone when you know everything about them? All there was to know of their personality, their magic, everything. She turned her gaze upon him, finding him watching her with fear in his eyes. Fear of rejection, pity, and many more emotions. Daphne knew each one as it flitted across his face for she'd felt them herself when in his thoughts.

Her warm smile and gentle tightening of her hand in his was the only answer he needed as he seemed to collapse in relief.

"I love you Harry Potter. There is nothing to fear."

"And I love you Daphne. I truly do." These words were all that needed to be spoken, and truthfully even those didn't need to be said, as they could read that from the other's face and reaction.

"You've taken well to the changes you two. Just as I and Morgana did. The founders fought it a little more when it happened. Salazar even trying to run and hide from Rowena once she found out."

The older voice snapped them from the other's gaze as they caught sight, of who could only be, Merlin.

He was tall, with a well-trimmed blonde beard, and short blonde hair, smiling at them. Dressed in flowing black robes, with golden trim and runes stitched in them, his eyes sparkling with amusement, a far cry from the twinkle that occurred with Dumbledore. His eyes Harry noticed were a glowing neon green like his own.

"Well, let's take care of this final step and send you back to your time. The horcrux is my job Harry. Prepare yourself. This will be far worse than any pain you've experienced before."

Gritting his teeth and nodding he prepared himself.

It tore through him, his entire body on fire as the pain continued to grow. It felt as though the fire burned him from the outside in, slowly burning away all that was Harry, down to his core, and the foreign soul that was lodged within.

Merlin's concentration was solely on Harry as Daphne watched, his hand currently inside of Harry's chest as he felt around. Seeming to find what he wanted as his hand clenched and he began to pull out from inside of Harry.

His hand exited Harry's chest, clasping, what looked like a torn piece of black cloth that was fitfully fighting the grip of the powerful magician who held it. Trying to escape and return to its original host.

"Not so fast little one. You will not escape this day." Merlin muttered, tossing the soul fragment into the air and firing off a small blast of fiendfyre that incinerated the fragment in the air. "All done then. Time to go back Harry. Sorry, no time for talking or questions. Your time has run out." Merlin said with a wave as suddenly Harry and Daphne's world exploded in ecstasy and pleasure as their eyes closed by the overwhelming feeling.

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They opened their eyes to find themselves once again in Daphne's room, in the middle of their climax as Harry found himself buried to the hilt inside of Daphne as she immediately began riding him again. Continuing and growing their pleasure.

She finally fell against them as they came down from their high, both breathing deeply as they rested together, wondering if it was real. Though knew it was as they could feel the love that had suddenly erupted inside themselves while there, still present.

Daphne's hands felt up Harry's body to his ears, feeling the slight point they now cam too. She pulled herself up, looking deeply into his now neon eyes, loving how handsome and gorgeous he was.

"You are beautiful. A queen among mortals." Harry muttered, as he too gazed into her eyes.

"I was thinking the same of you."

"Ah. I'm a queen then?" He smirked, laughing as she hit him.

"Prat."

"I'm sorry. Forgive me?" He questioned with a deep and loving kiss.

"Only if you continue on, and love me till I can't walk tomorrow." She said, moving a little, loving the feeling of Harry still being inside her, and still as big as he'd been form the start.

"Your wish is my command my love." He said, sitting up as he laid her down on her back, never once allowing himself to slip from within her.

For the rest of the night, and into the morning they made love. Not stopping till the sun was streaming through their window and almost the middle of the sky.

With a wave of his hand, Harry locked the doors and pulled the covers over them. It was time to rest and sleep, allowing thier body's to fully adjust to the change.