HP: The Magical Gamer

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"I think you should kill him soon, aunty. Daphne and Astoria need a conclusion if they ever want to move on." Harry said after a minute. 

He knew that the sisters must be bothered by their father's 'tragic' condition even if they didn't show it. They both must dream about a what-if scenario where their father wasn't 'injured' in the war.

Hearing his response, her anger disappeared quickly and her eyes brimmed with endless sorrow.

She acknowledged his point by squeezing his hand. "I know. I should have killed him a long time ago and busted Daphne's dream of healing him. I think it is my fault how she turned out. How Astoria turned out."

"What are you talking about?" He immediately asked, perturbed by her ominous statement.

Tears spilled down her cheeks and she pressed her quivering lips in a thin line, not wanting to cry in front of him. "My daughters are broken, Harry. They both hate this half-family where their father is present only in name. They hate the looming shadow of his pending doom. That's the reason why Astoria is so obsessed with you."

"She wants her happily ever after, where she would have a true family. All Astoria wants is an unbroken family, unlike this one. And she sees you as her answer to her desire. A cure for her disease. I don't think she is even consciously aware of it."

"But Daphne, on the other hand, is obsessed with power. She hates feeling powerless, and not being able to protect her friends and family. Not able to heal her father. She wants absolute power and freedom. With the help of which she can save everyone."

"She fears losing me or Astoria, is afraid that a time will come when her loved ones would be taken away from her and she wouldn't be able to do anything because she is weak. She seeks power to chase away this constant fear. And I am the cause of all this misery. Only If I had killed Tim that day, then my sweet little girls wouldn't have turned out like this."

She cried softly, as she was drowned in the regrets of her lonely life.

Harry pulled her close and hugged her, grimacing at what he had heard. It made perfect sense in hindsight. It pointed out the reason for the girls' quirks.

Proserpina clung to him, burying her face in his chest and weeping silently, wishing she had let go of her anger and started fresh with her daughters. She wished she could go back in time and slap some sense into herself.

How happy her family would have been if she had chosen differently?

That question had always hammered against her conscience.

"It's alright, aunty. You still have time. It's not too late." He mumbled gently, rubbing his palm over her back.

It took her a minute to calm down. She wiped her face and looked up at him. "Thank you for listening and not judging, Harry."

He smiled down at her, patting her back. "No problem. You are family."

She returned his smile and brushed her lips on his cheek fondly before getting on her feet. She resolutely walked up to the bed and unholstered her wand.

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief as she pointed her wand down at her husband. He instinctively jumped out of the sofa when he heard, "Avada Kedavra!"

He ran up to her and stared at the dead body. "Really? Are you mad? You can't just kill him without any planning! What'll you say to the others!"

She shot him a smirk and ruffled his hair. "Don't worry your little head over that, Harry. I have everything under control. Now disappear, so I can act like a grieving widow and inform Astoria about her father's demise."

"What about Daphne?"

Her confident face crumbled and she bit her lip anxiously. "She is not here and I don't have any way to contact her. We'll wait for her before burying Tim."

"Would you, at last, tell me what she is doing?"

"Daphne is chasing ghosts, Harry. She had gotten into her head that the myth that had been passed down in the Greengrass family is true. She went away to find the Queen Mother and ascend to her true form." Proserpina said half-exasperatedly and half-worriedly.

"What myth?" asked Harry.

"The myth of the Greengrass family being the descendants of the last elf, Illiniya. Daphne thinks that she can find the resting place of the moon goddess, Elune, and convince her to grant powers and turn her into an elf."

Harry was left flabbergasted by the revelation. It must be a joke, it has to be, he thought. It was just too bizarre to be true. And the way Proserpina herself was scowling, told him that she too wasn't buying into this.

"So Daphne has gone on a wild-goose chase? And you didn't stop her?"

"I tried. But Daphne never listens to anyone when she decides something. She is too stubborn. It was better to give her my blessing than to shut her in the room. She would have run away even without my permission anyway, so there was no stopping her. I thought she would return soon once she realised her foolishness." Proserpina sighed tiredly.

Harry could see that happening. Daphne was exactly like that. Too bullheaded to listen to anyone once she decided something to be true.

He could teleport to her and bring her home, but that would just brew animosity between them. She would yell at him for not believing in her, for becoming an obstacle in her path. 

She would just rage and not talk to him for months. 

He knew that from experience. Just like her mother, Daphne too held grudges for too long. Still, he couldn't just leave her.

"I'll bring her if she doesn't come back on her own before the day is over." Harry said reluctantly.

Proserpina gave him a sceptical look. "And how will you do that?"

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