That makes sense," said Hermione, clearly thinking hard and nibbling her bottom lip.
Harry thought about it and had to agree.
"Alright," he said. "I can write down how I've already met and spoken to Sirius, and you can include it with a letter to your father. Is that alright?"
Both girls nodded. Daphne said, "Get that written down as soon as you can. And, I'll write the letter to my father. Can I borrow Hedwig?"
"Of course," said Harry. "Hedwig's as much your owl now, as mine."
"No, Harry," Daphne disagreed. "Hedwig is yours. But, with your say-so, she'll carry a letter for me."
"Actually, now that we have our own apartment, let me set up a roost for her in here," said Hermione. She rose and went over to the single large window the living room had, and opened it. She them cast a weather protection ward over the entire window suitable for mail owl windows; before turning and creating an owl perch next to it. She added owl treat and water dishes to the perch, in easy reach of any owl that alighted on it.
Looking at it, she frowned for a moment before doubling it's size. "Just in case we have other owls find us here, instead of in the Great Hall at breakfast."
The three had just sat down and prepared to work on homework, when Hedwig flew in the window and landed on the roost. She looked at the three of them for a moment, gave a bit of a bark, and settled down to nibble at an owl treat.
"How did she know?" asked Hermione, surprised to see the owl.
"No idea," replied Harry. "She always knows, though; when I have a new place for her."
"Mail owl magic," Daphne simply offered. "Or, possibly, familiar magic. Does it matter?"
Harry and Hermione glanced at each other while Daphne was looking down at writing her letter to her father. They both thought the same thing about Daphne's remark. Those raised in the magical world, with the exception of a very few, seemed to just accept something was 'so' with no care of how it became 'so'.
"No," Hermione replied. "I guess not."
With another glance at Hermione, Harry said, "I think, tomorrow morning, we should all sit at the Slytherin table."
Daphne froze at what she was doing in surprise before she turned to Harry. With a curious expression, she asked, "Why?"
"Because, my dear Daphne," he replied. "With the exception of classes, you've been ignoring your friends."
Daphne blushed and looked back down at the parchment before her. "I... didn't want to make either of you... uncomfortable with sitting with my friends."
Harry sighed and went to sit next to the girl. He wrapped one arm around her and softly asked, "Do you honestly think that little of us?"
Startled by the question, Daphne almost jerked upright. "No!" she blurted. "I mean... no. I... just thought you might be uncomfortable sitting there."
"We might be," replied Hermione, coming to sit on the other side of the blonde girl. "But, isn't that for us to decide?"
"You're our bondmate, Daphne," Harry gently chided. "We're supposed to be there for each other. What sort of bondmates would that make us if we can't 'suck it up'... as John said to me... for even one meal with the snakes; hmmm?"
"You'd do that?" she asked, still not looking at either of them.
"Yes," Harry simply replied. "And, for tomorrow night... especially as it's a Friday night... I think you should ask them to visit with us for a while. Or your sister. Or both, even. Professor McGonagall did say she expected us to have guests come visit."
"Uh-hmm," hummed Hermione. "We can also ask Dobby to prepare some light snacks for us, while we sit and talk."
"Whaddaya say?" asked Harry.
Daphne finally looked at him with tears in her eyes. She sniffled and said, "I'd like that. Thank you." And she turned and said to Hermione, "Thank you, too."
"No need to thank us," smiled Hermione.
"No," said Harry. "I'm just sorry we didn't pick up on how much you were missing your friends, earlier."
With a comforting squeeze to her shoulder he moved back to his seat and returned to writing his part of Daphne's letter to her father.
When it was finally done, he handed it off to Daphne. She went to Hedwig and, with gentle encouragement to the bird, sent the owl off to her father.
Once Hedwig had flown off, she turned back and firmly said, "Right. Homework."
"We're still expecting your parents to visit us on Saturday?" Hermione asked her.
The first letter Daphne received from her parents, after sending to them her letter informing them of the bond, was a short note that said they'd be at the school on Saturday afternoon. They were given no other hints as to how the Greengrass parents had accepted, or otherwise, the news of the bond.
"Yes. Saturday afternoon," said Daphne. "They'll be prompt in the Entrance Hall at 1.00pm. We'll need to be there, awaiting them."
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