𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟓𝟑 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙞𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙.

The day Sirius Black was going to trial, and Harry's trial to stay at Hogwarts, especially with the rather unexpected arrival of three very alive yet supposed to be dead loved ones on their doorstep, yet after the sudden revelation she found herself to be woken up by her mother at five in the morning, the sight of her startled Ophelia momentarily as she mentally slapped herself for jumping, she would have to get used to having a mother that was in the physical realm now.

"What... what is it?" asked Ophelia quietly as she sat up from bed.

"You need to start getting ready, go have a shower and we'll meet you downstairs in the kitchen, Dumbledore is here and he wishes to speak with you... but he can wait a bit first, I'm not exactly jumping at the opportunity to speak to him after everything he's put you through," said Gwen, gently sitting down beside her daughter, running a hand through her hair she smiled to herself as she admired of soft and thick her daughter's hair was, just like her own.

"You know, I always wanted to run my hands through your hair, I used to get so jealous of your father for being able to do it," said Gwen, lifting her daughter's chin. "Now that I've got you, I'm not going to waste time... Dumbledore wants to know how you did it and to be quite honest I'm not sure how to answer that myself... it took incredible power, I know that... but it's up to you how you tell him."

Ophelia nodded, as Gwen pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back as she guided her to the bathroom, Gwen handed her a fluffy towel and a dressing gown before departing down the stairs.

Locking the door behind her, Ophelia sat on the rim of the bath as she waited for the shower to warm up, her leg bouncing without her control as she concentrated on pushing the rest of them out, she slapped herself on the wrist... she had worked so hard over the summer to protect her mind from the living that she forgot about the dead and now she was basically a bright neon sign saying.

"Ressurection? Right here!"

She hated it, now and then she'd get that cold chill down her spine and she'd know that one of them were nearby, she felt it during the night, them watching her, waiting for her to crack under the pressure, but she wouldn't.

Stepping under the steamy hot water, she appreciated the water pressure as it bound down on her skin, soaking her head to toe as she began to lather every inch of her in soap, exfoliating her time with Snape, her time with her grandparents down the drain, but it wasn't as easy as she thought, she'd wince as the water went over a sore bruise or when she'd graze over a sore welt on her back, they were getting better... but being hit with a silver-handled fire stoker was its own problems.

Then as she was washing her hair, she felt it again... the thickness in her throat, it was like bile almost and it made her feel gross, so she finished up and proceeded to spit it out into a tissue before flushing it down the toilet, the after-effects of her powers were repulsive and left a horrid aftertaste, like liquorice but bitter and slightly tarlike.

Wiping her mouth, she put a pack of tissues into her dressing gown pocket before walking out of the bathroom colliding chest first into someone, their hands found her arms to sturdy her as she realised it was Harry heading to the toilet.

"Oh.. hey you," said Ophelia with a soft smile as he bashfully smiled back down at her, how was it she still looked good with wet curling hair... it looked almost brown aside from a couple of loose hairs that had dried already, her skin soft and dewy under his fingers... he hadn't stopped thinking about her all summer and now that she was standing right here in front of him it was almost as if he had forgotten what words were.