Ophelia Black is the daughter of notorious killer Sirius Black. Ophelia's mother Portia Black (a veela) died with her friends Lily and James Potter and so did Ophelia... atleats that's what the world thought.
Follow along with Ophelia as she ventur...
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"Spiders! There are... there are spiders. Spiders. They want me to tap-dance. I don't want to tap-dance!"
"You tell those spiders."
"Right, yeah. Tell them. I'll tell them..." Ron fell back into his web filled slumber as Harry shakes his head at his friend's silly nightmare.
It was late at night, and Harry was wide awake. He couldn't sleep no matter what he tried. He had too many thoughts running through his mind, especially about her.
That's what led him to get the Marauder's Map and find out where she was. He had already debated with himself whether this would be considered creepy, but he concluded that it wasn't. It was mere curiosity... yeah.
He watched as the footsteps with her name finally left Professor Lupin's office. They had been there for quite some time. Harry wondered why Ophelia had started hanging around more frequently with their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Maybe it was because he knew her parents? Maybe that's what they talked about... it would seem normal for her to want to know more about them, even if one of them was the killer who betrayed his parents and...
That was when he remembered the conversation he overheard. Everything made sense now.
"Not to mention that when he led the Dark Lord to the Potters, he also led him to his wife, who had decided to visit the Potters that night..."
"And there is also speculation about another child. People say Sirius and the girl had a child and kept her birth a secret."
"If there was a child, it was surely killed too..."
Ophelia... she was there too. She was with him. The same day Harry had lost his family, Ophelia had too. Her own father had sold them out to the Dark Lord.
All these years, Harry had been praised for being the boy who lived, while no one ever got to know about the girl who lived.
It's no wonder why Harry and Ophelia always felt connected. They had known each other since they were babies, and they shared the same traumatic experience. Their bond went far beyond their friendship at Hogwarts.
Although that bond might be ruined now because of Harry. He felt terribly guilty. He didn't mean a word he said; he let his anger and frustration get the best of him, something he's always hated about himself.
Of course, hearing that his closest friend was the daughter of the man who betrayed his parents came as a shock to him. But in all honesty, he didn't really care. He knew who Ophelia was, and he knew she could never be anything like her father. She was good. What had bothered Harry was that she didn't tell him... she knew for so long and never once told him. She didn't trust him the way he thought she did. The way Harry felt about her wasn't the same as she felt for him.
