𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟓𝟐 - 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙊𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙇𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧, they shared a handful of letters until she seemingly dropped from the face of the earth, neither Ron or Hermione mentioned her in their letters, it was almost as if she didn't exist. But there was no one like Ophelia Le Fay, she was an unforgettable energy consisting of endurance, perseverance and attitude, she was his girlfriend.

God he missed her like no other, everything about her left an imprint on him, if he closed his eyes he could remember what her chin felt like on his shoulder when she was hugging him from behind, he could smell her shampoo and her lipgloss... how soft her skin was against his when their arms brushed together, how small her hands were in his and that smile... her smile haunted him.

A month without Ophelia Le Fay was a month thinking about what Ophelia Le Fay was doing, what she was thinking, where she was... who she was talking to, after the first couple of weeks he imagined something had come up and she couldn't come to see him as she had planned, no note, no letter to tell him otherwise he tried to stay positive. She wouldn't forget about him, she wouldn't move on... he wasn't that forgettable was he? Then the doubt started to sink in, with no one to tell him otherwise his mind began to reel at the possibilities, her murder, kidnapping... her getting a new boyfriend. Was it something he said? Something he did? What did he do to deserve this treatment from her? He thought they had something special... had he deluded himself? Was this not the same for her? Did she not feel the same way?

Did she feel that way about someone else?

Harry was sat at the park one day during the summer, seeing a teenage couple riding past on their bikes and another swinging together on the swings before kissing and he felt bitterly jealous and resentful, he should be with Ophelia doing teenage stuff like that, messing around, sneaking out... all the crap you see in the movies and the books she'd read, but no, she had left him and hung him out to dry, left him for some other better man.

So he tried to forget about her, chucking pictures of her to the bottom of his trunk and the gifts she'd given him wrapped in socks and tucked away and out of sight as he dealt with the possibility of being alone once again, or the possibility of her... not being here anymore, it was the not knowing that crushed him, he didn't know the fate of Ophelia Le Fay.

Yet, as he stepped into the Headquarters of the famed Order of the Phoenix he found it to be in complete chaos and uproar, Sirius and Remus were arguing loudly over...

Ophelia.

"IF YOU HAD BEEN WATCHING HER IN THE FIRST PLACE WE WOULDN'T BE IN THIS SITUATION! SHE WOULD BE HERE, SHE WOULD BE SAFE!" Roared Remus, pounding his fist in the table

"LIKE THAT WOULD STOP HER! YOU KNOW SHE COULDN'T STAY HERE IN THE DARK! I'M JUST AS TERRIFIED AS YOU ARE, OPHELIA NOW HARRY?!" Gelled Sirius right back, from the brief glance Harry got of his godfather he saw him almost as angry as he was in the shrieking shack, "THIS IS COORDINATED IS HAS TO BE, TO SPLIT OUR FORCES-"

"MY DAUGHTER IS-"

Harry did not hear the rest of that sentence however because Mrs Weasley had shut the door behind her, ushering Harry up the stairs towards Ron and Hermione, who were lingering waiting for Harry to come up the stairs.

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Ophelia let out a bloodcurdling scream, the walls vibrated around her as she levitated a foot off of the ground, the previously pitch black room was illuminated in a fluorescent white hue as she expelled the immense power out of her in droves, blood spilled from her nose and dropped menacingly down past her mouth.