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Harry was pacing the Entrance Hall nervously. He was currently waiting for guests to arrive at the Black French home, or Noir House as his aunt called it. The house itself was more of a castle than a house, being much larger than their home in England. It was originally purchased by Aunt Dorea's grandfather as a gift for her grandmother, and reflected the more traditional Black architectural tastes. It was a large squarish building with turrets at each of the corners. The building was four stories, including the attic, with a high sloping pyramidal roofs on each of the turrets, and the main body of the house as well. It was ornate and grand, but Aunt Dorea loved it for the memories of her childhood, and her cousin Arcturus gave it to her as a marriage gift due to her attachment to it. While Harry often felt slightly nervous in the posh building when he was younger, it had grown on him due to the numerous holidays he and his aunt took there. And, today he was thankful for the image the house presented as he was waiting the arrival of his girlfriend and her parents.

Harry had learned about the Greengrasses in part of his lessons on Wizarding Britain and its culture with aunt Dorea when he first came to live with her. They were one of the sacred twenty-eight, so they were an old family, but unlike many they were fairly quiet in their political stances, often favoring the middle ground. Daphne herself he found was not too concerned with traditional protocols when it was just the two of them, or in small groups, but around strangers she would revert to a more traditional role. So, Harry was unsure of what to expect in the dinner, and while his aunt had made sure he could fit in fine with the higher classes, he always felt nervous doing so. The worry that he would make a mistake and show himself to be the little boy who had slept in a cupboard under stairs was always at the back of his mind. That worry had decreased over the years, but it was still there, lying in wait. Coupling that with meeting his girlfriend's parents for the first time, well Harry was more nervous now then for any of the tasks from the last school year.

Knock. A single strike from the ornate wolf-head knocker sounded through the house. Harry took a calming breath and then opened the door. Daphne was there looking fabulous in a black dress with deep red undertones and highlights. Astoria was next to her wearing a silver and blue dress, and behind them their parents. Hector Greengrass was a tall, thin man, brown of hair and eyes. He was dressed in formal dark navy blue robes. Phoebe Greengrass was an older version of Daphne, long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She was dressed in a midnight blue dress and had a necklace of sapphires.

"Welcome, come in please." Harry made sure not to stutter, or take long pauses. As they came in Milsey appeared to take their cloaks. "Please follow me, my aunt is waiting in the lounge."

Entering the lounge Harry and the guests came to sit with his aunt. Everyone took a seat and a few greetings were passed between the adults. Harry was nervous as an awkward silence started for a moment or two, until Mrs. Greengrass spoke, "Daphne and Astoria have told us quite a bit about you Hadrian, why it almost feels as if we know you. One of the two winners of the Triwizard Cup, excellent duelist and teacher, and more. It seems like you had a very busy year."

"Yes, Mrs. Greengrass. And, please call me Harry. Last year was, well it was quite different. Though I am glad I had the chance to go, just so I was able to meet Daphne and Astoria." The last comment seemed to grant him some points with said ladies, as well as their mother. Though, Mr. Greengrass still looked quite severe. The man looked about to say something when Milsey appeared.

"Mistress, supper is ready!" She quickly disappeared to bring the food out.

"Excellent. You will be delighted Milsey has been preparing for quite sometime. Please follow me." Dorea led the party to the dining room. Like the rest of the house it was ornate and well furnished. Currently the table was set for six, and it looked to fit just that many, though Harry knew it could fit more as he had seen his aunt host twelve at the table comfortably. Aunt Dorea took her seat at the head of the table with Daphne's parents to her right, Astoria and Daphne to her left, and Harry across from her. Harry had Daphne and her mother next to him, making him feel slightly less nervous. After a moment a rich cream of potato and leek soup appeared before them. There was a little conversation during the first course, until Astoria spoke.

"So, how is Harry a Black and you're a Potter?" Her parents quickly looked up and seemed they were potentially going to rebuke her, but Dorea quickly laughed.

"Well I am a Black, or rather I was born a Black. I married Charlus Potter and thus became a Potter. Harry is my Great Grandnephew by my brother Pollux."

"Is your husband here? Will he be joining us later?"

"He passed on dear."

"Oh. Sh-sorry."

"It's fine dear. He passed quite some time ago, and then Harry came to live with me." With that they descended back into silence as they finished their soups. As they did, their plates disappeared only to be replaced with nicoise salad.

"So Harry, what OWLs are you going for?" Mr. Greengrass had caught Harry off guard a bit. The man had yet to speak, and Harry had begun to wonder if he would.

"I am going for Arithmancy, Transfiguration, Charms, Defense, Potions, Magical Creatures, and History." The man just nodded, and went back to eating. Harry turned to Daphne hoping to keep some conversation going, "What about you? Are you going for OWLs in all your classes?"

Daphne nodded, "I will have Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Astronomy, Defense, History, Arithmancy, and Runes. Seems like I have you beat with eight." Her grin was teasing, and Harry had to smile in response.

"It looks that way." Harry reached out to grab Daphne's hand, but a soft cough from her mother quickly separated their hands.

"Do you plan on taking any other classes Harry? I know that many don't in their fifth year, but after the tournament, you could handle eight, no?" Mrs. Greengrass' question seemed to be innocent enough, but he somewhat felt his answer would be judged.

"Oh, well no ma'am. I am in a total of nine classes, and tied with the duelling club I stay quite busy."

"Why aren't you going for OWLs in your other two classes?" Mr. Greengrass once again.

"There aren't OWLs for the other two, to my knowledge. I have Rituals and Magical Theory in addition to the others. Rituals I know for sure doesn't, and our Magical Theory is covers the theoretical work that Hogwarts' specific classes cover." Both parents just nodded and seemed to be mollified.

"Rituals. That would be an interesting course. I know Daphne has shown a great interest in the subject."

"Uh, ya. It is interesting. The professor is very eccentric, and it will be different this year being in the class, instead of reading on my own. Though it did help with the second task." With the reminder Daphne glared at him slightly, and her parents seemed to frown as well.

"Oh ya, you split the like in two. That was so cool!" Thank Merlin for Astoria's bubbly disposition. The conversation continued thankfully this time. They spoke about classes, with the Greengrasses asking about Durmstrang, and Harry giving descriptions of the classes and castle. He asked about Hogwarts, and the different electives that were offered.

By the end of of the dinner Harry had begun to feel much better. The Greengrasses had opened up, and Harry found he quite liked them. Mr. Greengrass had been a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts and had been quite the student. His interests ran in the more theoretical side of magic and found how Durmstrang approached the subject interesting, if limiting compared to his alma mater. Mrs. Greengrass had been a Slytherin and had a wicked sense of humor. Her first joke had caught Harry off guard and Aunt Dorea had laughed at the look on his face. Eventually the adults settled into a discussion about politics and the upcoming ICW meeting, with Astoria listening along. Harry and Daphne decided to go for a walk around the grounds.

"See that went fine. You were so worried, too. From your letter and the look on your face when we arrived I thought you would have prefered to face the dragon again!"

"Hey, I was not that nervous!"

"Please! You barely said a word until my mum asked you about school."

"Well, I… yeah, you have me there. So, how was the end of school for you?"

"It was alright, Dumbledore talked spoke about the Dark Lord's return, and encouraged everyone to work together. Potter was really quiet the entire time though."

"Huh, I guess that makes sense. So what are your plans for the summer?"

"We are staying here for the entire summer. I picked up a lovely book called The Decline of Pagan Magic by Bathilda Bagshot, which is really interesting so far. So far it is just an overview of celtic spells and the differences with the roman ones we use."

"Sounds interesting,"

"It really is. Bagshot is really good at looking at the historical rise of certain magic traditions, her works on divination were really interesting especially Omens, Oracles & the Goat." Harry had to smile at Daphne's excitement.

"So you just planned on reading the summer?"

"No, me and Astoria are planning to go to the beach, maybe visit Rue d'Apollo in Nice. What about you?

Oh, we are only staying for a few weeks I think. Then back to England. Would, umm, you like to maybe go to Nevers?"

"Nevers? Sure, I wasn't aware of there being a magical district in Nevers."

"There's not, but I always liked the city, Aunt Dorea would take me before school started."

"Sounds delightful. So, are you excited to be going back to Durmstrang for the year? I know you were starting to miss it near the end of last year."

"A bit, though I think it will be harder this year."

Daphne smiled and gave him a coy look, "Oh, and why is that?"

"Well, see last year I met this fabulous girl at Hogwarts. She is smart, funny, gorgeous, and I will be sad not to see her for so long."

"I know; Tracey is a wonderful girl." Daphne's comment had caught Harry by surprise. He had tried to be romantic and she thought he was talking about her friend Tracey?

"I, ah, no I meant-" His sputtering was stopped by Daphne kissing him and stopping his brain from working once again. Eventually it ended and Harry's brain caught on to the fact she was making a joke and he blushed. Daphne could not help but laugh.

"I better receive a letter once week, understand?" Harry still reeling simply nodded, which caused the blonde witch to smile and they continued their walk in companionable silence.