Ophelia || Harry Potter

Chapter 83

Uncontrollably I dropped the book allowing this energy to run through me.  I let the forces lead me into the room

Colour was everywhere yet it seemed as if different and new shades were forming with every second looking at it. It felt as if my senses where heightening and everything was more vivid

My eyes then get drawn to another book that protectively lay in the centre of the room. Slowly I made my way over placing my hand on the cover. It brightened by my touch, unlocking itself

I opened the pages finding it similar to the other book but more...intense

This book spoke about my abilities and what I was able to do with them. How I could transfer dreams or thoughts onto a canvas. The ones didn't even have to bemine. It had instructions on how I could take someone's visions into my own

Apparently this power I had was more common hundreds of years ago, however continued to deplete so that only a couple of witches or wizards posses the abilities. It mentions how they would join with seers to try and create more cleaner visions of the future, strengthening their meanings in prophecies. Even to retrace memories of the past

Suddenly I heard a creak and snapped my head to see everyone in the doorway. I had forgotten they followed me in. My eyes darted to Harry who still seems to be suffering after his nightmare. That was when I unexpectedly talked

"Harry do you remember the vision?" My body said

"...Yeah...." He nervously replied

Supplies automatically summoned themselves to a large table that is in the corner of the room. The book also floated out my hand and onto a stand that was on the table opening to a certain page. I went over to read what it flipped to and noticed instructions;

Place your fingers on the temple of the person who's memory shall be transferred

"Let me try this" I say beckoning him over. He hesitantly walks over as I turn to him. I place my fingers on his temples startling him slightly but my mind starts searching for the memory

"Think about the vision" I mutter

- - -

Everyone watched in shock as they saw Ophelia's eye colour changed. It looked as if she had been possessed

Sirius was unsure and frightened of what was happening but Remus held him back slightly from going over

Harry stood there unsure on what to do. He was staring at the girl he loved, yet still had to ask out, as her eyes flooded different shades of grey. He moved slightly to look at the others

"Don't move" She mumbled

- - -

I broke away from Harry spinning around to the canvas that lay on the table. My mind instantly pulled a paintbrush from the side starting to form a piece

I felt people try to approach me however it seemed as if an invisible barrier stopped them. The only one I sensed was Harry standing at my side watching me

The paint began to form a room. It was dark however large shelves filled with orbs lit it up. My eyebrows furrowed as I started to sadly paint what looked like to be Mr Weasley. I immediately recognised him by his bright red hair. Inside I was confused as my perspective seemed to be coming from the floor

I finish the piece stepping back slightly. Suddenly I'm caught by Harry because my legs give out. My heart starts racing as my breathing quickens

"Bloody hell" I whisper trying to normalise my breaths. When I feel stable I stand up looking at the piece "Is that what you saw?"

"Yeah" Harry replied in shock. I pick the piece up

"Umm I seemed to have painted a bit from Harry's vision" They all look at me as I then turn the piece to reveal it. All of them gasp, mainly the Weasleys, at seeing the image of their fathers panicked expression

"Oh god" Sirius muttered coming over. He took the painting out of my hand, placing it so it leant against the wall. Then he turned back to face me. His eyebrows furrowed as he placed his hands on my face staring into each of my eyes

"Sirius?" I question. He then turns his attention to the book but still held my face

"Does that book say anything about eye colour changing?" He asks

"W-what?" I stammered then broke out of his grip to check. Quickly I clicked through the pages searching for answers. My eyes then followed the words on the last page

An artists eyes may change to mirror the ones of the person who gave them life

"So my mother" I muttered to myself turning around to them "Well if my eyes have gone grey I've taken them from my mother"

"Damn right you have" Sirius smirked then wrapped an arm around me "Your officially part of the Black Family - as much as I may despise it"

"My dads gonna kill you, you know"