To Daphne's shock Harry reached into his bag and pulled out multiple sheets of parchment and started rattling off facts:

- One of the Sacred 28 families. I have no idea why that matters but many people care.

- Parents are Cyrus and Amanda Greengrass. Neither parents have any siblings.

- One sibling, Astoria. Two years younger and a member of Hufflepuff house. Based on my observations she seems to be much more cheerful than her sister.

- Depending on which publication you trust you rank anywhere from the 10th to 20th wealthiest wizarding family in Britain. My guess is it's actually higher once investments in Muggle businesses are included.

- Investments are spread in many areas but the main source of income is from the importing of muggle-produced goods to wizarding society. The family's pureblood status and heritage make them the overwhelming supplier of choice...allowing them to charge higher prices than their competitors with little to no negative impact.

- Has never taken a public stance in any conflict unless they are directly attacked which is rare given their financial resources and reputation for ruthlessness when provoked.

- It is suspected that they secretly provided funding to stop Grindelwald and Voldemort during his first rise to prominence but it has never been verified.

- Has seen overall wealth decline the last fifty years due to population reductions in wizarding Britain. The movement to eliminate muggle-borns and half-bloods has not been good for business, meaning Voldemort is not good for business.

"And there's one more thing...you didn't wear a badge. Neither did your sister."

"Badge?" she managed to get out as she struggled with information overload.

"The 'Potter Stinks' badges," he spat out before his expression softened. "Fourth-year was hard...the way I was treated. It meant a lot seeing a few Slytherins and Hufflepuffs didn't join in."

Harry paused from reading his notes and looked at Daphne who was staring at him, shocked at the facts he had rattled off. She quickly recovered and replied.

"Okay, okay you proved your point...and I am NOT less cheerful than my sister...well only slightly less cheerful. How do you know all of that? You don't strike me as the researching type."

Harry grinned as he replied, "I may have accidentally on purpose told Hermione that I fancied you and didn't care if your family was dark...that I could just tell you were a good person and didn't need to look into it. That's all it took to kick her into research mode. Three days later I had a full dossier."

"Very Slytherin of you...but I'm not sure why that would kick her into action?"

Harry's expression turned warm as he filled in the blanks. "Like I said she is a very good friend. We have our disagreements, especially this year, but she is fiercely protective of me. In the past I've tended to leap before looking so she wanted to make sure you and your family were trustworthy. You passed by the way."

"Lovely. Always good to know I have approval for our fictional romance."

Daphne glanced at the clock and realized curfew was in less than thirty minutes. "As interesting as this has been we need to go. I still have questions though. I'd like to separate the fiction from reality about what you've been up to the last five years. Can we meet again tomorrow night? Same time?"

"Absolutely!" Harry replied eagerly, clearly pleased that she hadn't dismissed his proposal outright. "Whatever I can answer I will. You might find some of it hard to believe though." His eyes lit up as an idea came to him.

"Can you meet me in front of the girls' lavatory on the second floor? The one above the Great Hall?"

"Moaning Myrtle's bathroom?" she replied with a shudder. "Okay, but why?"

"How would you like to see the Chamber of Secrets? It would provide a bit of proof to what I'll be telling you. Word of warning though...don't wear any nice clothes. It's pretty disgusting down there."

She knew she was staring...knew she looked a particular type of stupid as she considered his words. "So you're saying...the Chamber of Secrets...is real and in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom?"

"Technically just the entrance. Like I said...hard to believe. If you think that's ridiculous wait until you hear what was living out of the back of Quirrell's- On second thought I'll save that for another day. I think I might have broken your brain."

"Just a little bit," she squeaked before absently saying her goodbyes and heading to the door. As they parted ways she vaguely heard "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good" being muttered behind her.