Not taking my words as a rejection, Grace immediately spoke, "Yes, please let us feel what is causing Harry pain. I think I am brave enough not to be shocked by what you could show."
I gave her a look before looking at Daphne and asking her, "Would you also like to experience it? I don't want it to affect our relationship." Seeing a smile spread across her face made me smile in turn while she answered, "I am your Fiancé, I will need to experience everything about your life to appreciate the lifetime we will have with each other truly."
After receiving the affirmation from the two girls, I looked towards the more 'sensitive' person silently asking if he wanted to experience the 'full force' of my aura. The response I got was also a silent gesture of a single nod while he prepared himself for the expected pain.
I took a deep breath before purposely channelling the power through myself causing an aura of death to permeate the compartment, the two girls froze in terror as an invisible wave of fear passed over them rooting them to their seats making them not dare to even breathe.
Harry had a much more visceral reaction as when his body froze like the girl's the entity in his forehead threw his head back causing it to slam into the back of the seat, knocking the poor lad unconscious. The instant before he passed out from his head hitting the wall, Harry was in agonising pain as the soul fragment tried to burrow further into his soul to escape the aura.
Just as Harry slumped on the chair, my aura vanished allowing the women to breathe as well as process what had happened to Harry, "Harry!" Grace said while standing to catch her brother. Meanwhile, Daphne and I were looking at each other as I asked the unspoken question 'Does this affect our relationship?' Luckily for me, Daphne gave a smile trying to reassure me that it didn't change anything.
After the small but important moment between my Fiancé and me, I helped Grace check her brother over, quickly determining that he would be alright with nothing but a small bump and bruising which could both be taken care of by charms.
"I can see what you meant by shocking, I couldn't even breathe when it was revealed," Grace said after placing her brother's head on her lap. "I can also see that Harry must been extra sensitive since it looked like he got hit by the aura whereas we were paralysed." She added while moving his fringe from his face.
"It may actually be something that runs in the family, such as the gift of prophecy," Daphne said while seeking warmth by cuddling up to my side and looking at the pages of the book I had started to read again.
"That may be accurate, I had read something about the Potter family line being connected to the Peverell's who are famous for their alleged ties with death," I said causing confused looks to appear on the faces of the two girls.
"Who are the Peverell's?" Grace asked while trying to rack her brain about where she had seen the name before. "The Peverell's are an old family that died out hundreds of years ago but I cannot remember any mention of a connection to death," Daphne interjected before I could explain.
"Well, you see, the Potter is connected to the Peverell family through marriage since Iolanthe Peverell and Hardwin Potter started the family. That coincidentally was the start of the Potters but also the end of the Peverell line." I said before pausing to turn a page in my book, "However Peverell's connection to death predated that marriage by almost 200 years. I am sure you are both familiar with the three brothers who met death when crossing a river."
My words caused the girls to take a moment to think before Daphne asked, "The tale of the three brothers from Beedle the Bard?" Receiving a nod from me both girls immediately had confused looks before Grace said, "But I thought that was just a fairy tale to warn kids about greed and not to mess with the dead."
"It was certainly adapted into that but at the time in which the story took place, there were three Peverell brothers who each gained an artefact of significance and two died as described in the tale. All three are buried side by side in a small cemetery in Godrick's Hollow, along with all of the Potters who have come after them." I say eliciting a gasp from Grace who suddenly remembered where she had seen the name Peverell.
"I saw it when I visited Dad's grave this summer, buried next to him was someone called Antioch Peverell who died in 1214 due to being murdered in his sleep." Grace's words seemed to validate my whole story as well as cement the idea in her head to tell her mother about what had been said as well as Harry's reaction to my strange power.
With the tale told, the compartment became quiet as I read along with Daphne who stopped me from turning the page every now and then so she could catch up and Grace who was stuck inside her own head with all the thoughts running around in it.
It wasn't until the last bit of light from outside faded and the lanterns hanging from the ceiling lit automatically that we realised we needed to change as well as wake sleeping beauty from his nap, which didn't take much since his head bump had been healed.
After we had all changed into our school robes and I had apologised to Harry for making him hit his head, we settled back into a comfortable silence for the remainder of the journey. Hagrid was waiting on the platform like he does every year, this year greeting the four of us with a large hand wave and a booming voice before having to perform his duty and herd the little first years across the lake.