The Chosen One (MattheoRiddle x Ophelia)

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History of Magic classes took place in Class 72 on the third-floor. The dramatic ghost looking all ancient and shrivelled with small and thick glasses taught the history of magic. His dry reedy voice almost sounds like  an old vacuum cleaner droning on and on.

We all set our 'A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot' book on the hard wooden tables. The old duppy started 'Welcome to History of Magic class my dear students" his cracked voice called out. "This week you'll be writing essays on goblin rebellions of the eighteenth century."

"Hey muggle" I whispered in her ears "Do you really understand what this freaking ghost speak?" my eyebrows crooked in question. Hermione, the level headed book-smart girl is sitting beside me taking down notes. At first when Prof. Binns made me sit beside her it felt like shit but as days go by I kind of understand that she's not that bad as the other Slytherin thinks her to be. Sometimes I feel sad for her.

The rest of the class was boring as the ghost continued about his lecture on the goblin rebellions. Biding a good bye I left the class when the spirit behind me yelled my name.

"So where is you last essay?" I gave him a tight smile "I'll try to submit both the essays next week Professor." I squeak under my breath.

"Very well since when are you telling me that you'll submit that essay the next week?" I was mortified that I had made a fool of myself and kept looking at the ground.

"I promise Professor I'll submit it by next week" I started fidgeting with the rings around my fingers.

"This is the last time I'm leaving you Miss. Snape. I hope-" but someone cut him off. The same masculine figure is standing behind me.

"I need a word Professor" his deep commanding voice made me transfixed in my place. The voice deeper than the Pacific Ocean still comforting and soothing. As if someone recorded the thunderstorm and added an artificial music to it.

"You can leave now." he shoo me away. Breathless with anger I turned around and walked out.  Giving a dark glare of the son of a Volde-bitch.

The rest of the day was pretty boring. Skipping the Potion class, in herbology one of the Bouncing Bulbs wriggled free from Harry's grip and smacked him hard in the face. And now I'm sitting on this wooden chair and completing my assignments.

Suddenly the door opened and startled me "What Binns said was true then?" this solid face becoming more darker in th dim light.

"I didn't get time dad." I turned around and gave him his own dark glare.

"It would be far better if you didn't skip Potions today." His back facing me as he started rearrange the Potion bottles,climbing up the ladder. "I wouldn't mind to give you detention." a smirk formed on his dry frosted lips.

"Fine." and again I returned to work when a question arised "Why did you left me so early? Cobby said you're at work, was it true?" my eyes meet his cold ones.

"Yes I did. But it's past curfew you should head back to your dorm." I figured it out he was just changing the topic and turned around to do his work.

"Dad?" He snapped back but words never left my throat. "Goodnight" a soft smile appeared on my face. But he just nodded.

When I turned the door knob a whisper invaded my ears "Goodnight Ophelia."

The father-daughter relationship between us is too strong. I know he never shows his emotions but he's very kind and loving at heart and he'll do anything to protect me. Sometimes he's cold and arrogant but that's okay it's for my betterment I think.

I was walking down the hallway lost in thoughts when a tall, slender, creepy figure came into my sight. His face was hidden in the shadow as he continued whispering things which I couldn't coherent.

As I was about to take the next step, I felt a tug on my shirt, as if someone was pulling me back. I spun around, ready to defend myself, but there was no one there. Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I heard a faint giggle. It sounded like it was coming from a tiny creature. I looked down and saw a small elf-like figure, grinning up at me mischievously.

"What the hell are you doing here cobby?" I snapped, trying to keep my voice low so as not to alert anyone else.

"Oh, Miss Ophelia! I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, his big eyes wide with worry. "I was just looking for you. I have a message from your father."

"What is it, you filthy git?" I asked, curious.

"Your father wishes to speak with you in his office tomorrow morning, Miss Ophelia," Dobby replied, wringing his hands nervously. "He said it's important."

"He could've said that himself I was in his office just a minute ago." Despite my frustrations, I wanted to know what dad has to say that he said Cobby to inform me.

I hushed the creepy small creature. Cobby bowed and disappeared with a pop. Turning my head I find the whole hallway dark pitch black leaving behind a trail of darkness.