Ophelia Black ~ Harry Potter fanfic

My star

The game had started and it was intense. The Hufflepuff team was putting up more of a fight than expected.

To make things even more exciting, it was pouring furiously, making it nearly impossible to see. I was with the Slytherins, cheering Harry on as he and the Hufflepuff seeker went into the clouds chasing the Snitch.

This year, I became the Slytherin seeker while Draco became a chaser. I loved seeking and was much better at it than Draco. When I joined the team in my second year, I had to be a chaser since Draco was already the seeker. This year we switched positions, and now the Slytherin team was better than ever. I can't wait to beat Harry's arse; I'll be bragging about it all year.

Moments passed with us unable to see anything between the seekers until the Hufflepuff seeker fell from the sky, crashing onto one of the podiums. That's gotta hurt. Now there was nothing standing in the way of Gryffindor winning. All Harry had to do was catch the Snitch.

A few moments passed, and still no sign of Harry. I started to worry as the weather got worse, a cold breeze suddenly embracing us all.

I kept watching the game patiently until someone screamed, pointing at the sky. That's when I saw it—Harry falling unconscious with no broom. Bloody hell-

I ran to the field. Thankfully, Dumbledore cast a spell just in time before Harry got seriously injured. The game stopped as Madam Pomfrey went to get Harry off the field. Once she was out, I joined her, hovering over Harry to make sure he was okay.

"Don't worry too much, my sweet girl. He's going to be alright. I'll fix him up in no time," Madam Pomfrey reassured me.

I had no doubt in her abilities, considering she had demonstrated them to me multiple times.

Once we were in the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey got to work. I stayed by Harry's side, watching over him.

I love all my friends, but Harry was different. I'd like to say I don't have a favorite, but I do, and it's Harry. Ever since we met, we instantly clicked. We had a bond that we didn't have with anyone else—a silent understanding that I found comforting.

Harry was my person, and the thought of anything happening to him terrified me.

Soon enough, Madam Pomfrey was done, and the whole Gryffindor gang came piling in, all hovering over Harry.

"Ophelia, is he alright? I wanted to come sooner, but they wouldn't let me," Hermione said.

"He's alright, Mione. Just a few scratches and bruises. Nothing he hasn't had before," I said, calming Hermione's worries as I stroked Harry's hair.

"He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" Ron said, looking down at Harry.

"Peaky? What do you expect? He fell over 10 feet. Let's walk you off a tower and see what you look like," George said.

"Probably a right sight better than he normally does—" Harry suddenly says as he wakes up.

"Harry!" I practically jumped on him, giving him a big hug. He grunted, but I didn't notice. "How are you feeling?" I asked worriedly, still clinging to him.

"Oh, brilliant..." he tried to bite down another grunt. "Lia, it's not that I don't like your hugs, but—"

"Get off him, O," Fred cut him off.

"You're going to break the poor lad," George finished as Fred picked me up like a rag doll and moved me away from Harry, setting me down between the two of them.

"You gave us a right good scare," Fred said.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"Well, you fell off your broom," Ron answered.

"Really?" Harry said sarcastically. "I meant the match. Who won?"

"No one blames you, Harry. Dementors aren't supposed to be on the grounds. Dumbledore's furious. After he saved you, he sent them off. There's something else you should know, too. When you fell, your broom sort of flew into the Whomping Willow, and..." They showed him his broken broom. Harry's face fell.

"Don't worry about it. We can try to fix it. There must be a spell that could help mend it, right?" I said, trying to be positive.

"Forget it. It's fine, I'll just have to get a new one... Do you guys mind leaving? I kinda want to be alone right now."

"Yeah, of course. Goodbye, Harry," Hermione ushered the group out.

I went to grab my stuff from the chair I was sitting on, only to be stopped by Harry.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked, confused.

"Oh, you said you wanted to be alone... I was just gathering my stuff to leave—"

"I didn't mean you..." he laughed as if it was obvious. "Never you."

"Oh... o-okay." I couldn't help the blush that crept to my face. I put my things back down and walked toward him. "Well, you're going to have to make space for me because I am not sitting one more second in that uncomfortable chair."

Harry laughed as he sat up in the hospital bed, moving to the side to give me room. I sat down next to him, putting my head on his shoulder.

"How are you?" I asked. For some reason, I was whispering. I don't know why. No one else was here, but the moment seemed too peaceful to disturb with loud noises.

"I'm good. Just a few scratches, nothing serious—"

"That's not what I meant, and you know it. The Dementors attacked you again, your broom broke, Gryffindor lost the game—"

"Okay. I get it. It's been a shitty day, no need to remind me," he breathed out. "Why do you think they affect me so much?" I shrugged.

"The same reason a teacher tried to kill you and a basilisk tried eating you... You're Harry Potter. I guess there are some major side effects to being the 'Chosen One'."

He shook his head. He hated it when I referred to him as the Chosen One.

"Yeah... I hate that title so much. 'Chosen One'. All I did was not die. Nothing special." I just listened to him. He didn't need my advice right now; he just needed someone to confide in.

"I wish I could just be a regular person like everyone else. Be Harry Potter, not Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived." He paused briefly. "Life would have been so much easier."

"Harry, do you know how ridiculous that sounds? That's like the moon wishing it could be just another star."

"Well, I don't want to be the moon. I don't want to be alone, surrounded by all the darkness," he said honestly.

"But it's not alone, just like you. It has multiple stars around it, helping it light up the darkness. I'm always going to be here with you, helping you. You'll never be alone. Not on my watch...I can be your star." He seemed to like this, humming in agreement. He turned around to fully look at me.

"My star..." he said as if testing out the words. He smiled causing me to smile even brighter.

A peaceful silence enveloped us. I cuddled up next to him, wrapping my hands around his torso as he placed his head above mine.

"I wish I was the moon...Be that important and special." I think out loud.

"You are special... and you're more important to me than you'll ever know." He gave me a small kiss on my forehead. A small smile crept its way to my lips as Harry wrapped his arms tighter around me.

We didn't say another word. We just stayed there in each other's embrace, enjoying the silence.