Chapter 186: Bath!

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Daphne must have gone through something horrible since she seemed so desperate and scared. Obviously, the pool of blood in which she had been lying was a dead giveaway, but he didn't know the entirety of the situation. 

Which he needed to do if he wanted to understand her.

"What happened, Daphne? Where were you for the last couple of days?" He enquired tenderly when he thought she had calmed down enough.

She at once went stiff and her body began shaking. "I don't want to talk about it." she mumbled in a helpless tone.

"Okay." He immediately acceded, not wanting to give her a panic attack. He ran his fingers through her blonde hair and held her close, cradling her head against his chest.

After five minutes of clinging to him, she reluctantly broke the hug and faced him, meeting his eyes.

"Thank you." She whispered gratefully.

He just gave her a soft uncertain smile, wanting to ask her hundreds of questions but unwilling to make her uneasy.

"Daphne dear, why don't you take a relaxing bath to wind down?" Lily spoke up, placing her palm on her shoulder.

Daphne was startled, having forgotten that she wasn't alone with him.

She took a calming breath and looked down at herself. There were many holes in her muddied white shirt. Honestly, it was more of a rag than a shirt now.

And the blood splattered on her clothes painted a macabre picture of her situation, making her realise why Harry seemed so worried and distressed.

She would have been too if she was in his shoes.

Before she could think more about it, she noted how much skin she was showing.

From her shoulders to her waist, her clothes were riddled with holes.

And if that wasn't enough, her one nipple and half her breasts were visible through the rag which she once called her favourite shirt.

She blushed and covered up her front with her arms, turning away from Harry and nimbly getting on her feet.

"Okay, Mrs. Potter. I will take up your offer for the bath."

Lily resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the formal tone.

She had forgotten how many times she had asked her to call her either aunty or by her name, but Daphne never listened, always stubbornly addressing her as Mrs. Potter.

"You know where the bathroom is, sweetie. Take as much time as you want, we'll be waiting here." Lily smiled disarmingly as the girl nodded, offering her own little smile in return before walking away.

"What the hell is going on, Harry?" Lily instantly asked once Daphne was safely away.

Harry wanted to tell her everything, but he had promised his aunt Proserpina not to reveal her secret to anyone. And he would abide by that and respect her decision to hide it.

Breaking that secret to Iris was, of course, different. His twin was an exception to the promise. She was an exception to many many things.

"I dunno, mum. Hopefully, Daphne will shed light on what is going on with her. I'm thankful that I had given her the silver necklace. It had teleported her here once she was injured."

"If I hadn't given her that, she would have been dying in some ditch at the moment. The necklace should have also protected her against all types of magic. But I don't know why it didn't." He mumbled, slumping against her side.

Lily slung her arm around his shoulders, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Because she wasn't attacked magically, Harry. I had to remove more than half a dozen arrows from her body before you came to the scene."

"You did all that you could do. I am proud of how you are looking out for your loved ones without intruding in their private lives."

Harry didn't say anything, opting to place his head in her lap and relax. While he could blame himself for not teleporting to Daphne and saving her sooner, that would be quite moronic and unproductive of him.

It wasn't his fault that Daphne was fatally wounded. No, it was due to her own foolishness and stubbornness.

He wasn't the one who decided to leave his house and go on a dangerous adventure to find some mythical power.

"We also have the thankless duty to break the news of father's death to her." Lily mumbled sadly, idly combing his dark hair with her fingers.

This got an annoyed groan out of him as he shifted on his side, turning his head in her lap and pressing his face in her stomach, wanting nothing more than to hide away from that conversation.

He had almost forgotten that Daphne did not know about Tim Greengrass' death. Great, just great, as if the situation wasn't dire enough.

He knew that Daphne was either going to go all silent and emotionless or explode angrily and become a sobbing mess.

He wasn't looking forward to that.

"Mum, I need some relief." Harry mumbled after a moment of silence, regaining his earlier position again with the back of his head nestled on her hips and his face up toward the ceiling. 

He felt a little bad for asking that after just what happened with Daphne. But the more he ignored it, the more it bothered him.

It was like a fly buzzing around your ear that you just can't ignore. Until you kill the fly or fend it off, it won't stop annoying you.

Even the horrible thought of groping Daphne while she had been vulnerably embracing him had trickled into his mind like a dark tar marring a pure crystal clear water.

It had been the last straw that made him ask his mother for 'relief' in a safe way and keep the dark intrusive thoughts away.

Was it weird that he was comparing his libido with a buzzing fly? Absolutely.

Lily shot him a sharp irritated look. "Really, Harry? Tim Greengrass is dead. Daphne was nearly dead. And what do you focus on? Your dick?"

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