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.
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Harry thought about returning to his common room as Remus had told him to, but for what? He knew he wouldn't be able to rest, not when he knew Ophelia was hurting because of him.
He needed to see her, to apologize, but he didn't know the Slytherin password. And there was no way anyone would be up at this hour to let him in. And even if someone was, they probably wouldn't let him near their common room, considering he was a Gryffindor.
Even though it seemed pointless, he still went and tried. He always hated going to the Slytherin common room. It was dark and cold, and it was very isolated from the rest of the school.
Once he arrived, he tried casting a few spells to get inside, but none worked. Then he knocked, not so gently, hoping someone inside would hear him.
"C'mon...Hello! Is someone there, hello!" Harry kept knocking.
"Merlin's beard, man! Do you ever shut up?" Harry jumped at the unknown voice, quickly turning around with his wand ready. "I swear, if you hex me, Potter, we're going to have serious problems."
"Nott?" Harry said, squinting to see the boy hidden by the shadows. He was sitting next to a window, smoking a blunt when Harry, oh so callously, interrupted his peace.
"No, your mom," sarcasm practically dripping from his words. "Oh wait...-" he laughed cruelly.
"What are you doing out this late?" Harry interrupted him.
"What are you doing out this late? In front of the Slytherin common room no less...You know, I would be curious to know what exactly you're doing here, but the hour-long monologue you've been practicing of you pretending to apologize to Ophelia already answers my question."
"I didn't - I wasn't having a monologue. I-I was just practicing what I was gonna say because I tend to mess up when I talk." Harry tried to explain, but it just came out as a jumble of words.
"Yeah, I can tell." Theo put out his blunt and stood up. "You know, I should be battering you right now for what you said to Ophelia. Cave in your face for hurting her...burn you with my cigarette for having the audacity to try and talk to her after everything you did." Theo said, the usual humor in his voice gone, showing just how serious he was.
"I know I messed up, okay? And I do deserve everything you said and more for hurting her. But right now, all I care about is making sure she's okay. Make sure she knows I didn't mean a single thing. I don't expect her to forgive me, but I need her to know that I don't care who her bloody father is. I just care about her."
"She'll forgive you," Theo said, annoyed, rolling his eyes. "It's who she is. She forgives too easily. But believe me when I say this, Gryffindor, if you ever hurt Ophelia again, I will murder you. Are we clear?" Nott finished.
He was face to face with Harry, taking a menacing step towards him.
Although Harry was well aware of how true the threat was, he didn't feel scared. He was actually smiling. He had never understood why Ophelia was friends with Theo, but seeing the way he protected her made him glad she had a friend like him. Theo would do anything for Ophelia, just like Harry would for his friends. That he admired.
"Crystal." Theo nodded and headed towards the common room entrance.
"If you tell anyone I helped you get in, you're dead, Potter," he warned as he uttered the password and opened the entrance.
"Thank you, Nott. I really appreciate it," Harry thanked him.
"I didn't do it for you," Theo replied simply. He was about to leave but turned back around, swinging at Harry and punching him across the face. With that, he left in peace to go to his own room, leaving Harry alone in the Slytherin common room, holding his cheek. He deserved that.
Harry assumed the room division must be the same as Gryffindor's: boys to one side, girls to the other. So he went the opposite direction Theodore had gone, hoping to find Ophelia's room. From previous talks, Ophelia had mentioned her room was the farthest from the rest, considering she had a room all to herself.
Harry walked down the hallway of doors until finally reaching the last one. It had to be this one. He took a deep breath as he prepared to knock on what he assumed was Ophelia's door.
"Draco, go away...for Merlin's sake, I forgive you, now stop apologizing." Hearing her voice already made Harry's heart race.
He took a chance and opened the door, hoping Ophelia wouldn't hex him on sight. That girl was a menace with hexes.
"Draco, I said go away-" Ophelia turned to look at her door, annoyed, only to freeze when she saw Harry. "You're not Draco." Harry laughed nervously.
"I sure hope not," he tried to lighten the mood, but Ophelia just turned back around. She was sitting by her bay window near her bed, looking out onto the black lake. Her legs were hugged to her chest, and her head rested on her knees.
Her usually loose hair was tied into a neat braid, and she wore a green silk nightgown that ended around mid-thigh.
"What are you doing here, Potter? I thought you wouldn't want to hang out with such a snake."
"Ophelia...I am so sorry-"
"For what?" She turned to look at him. "For saying the truth? For finally revealing how you really felt about having a Slytherin as a friend? Or for the fact that I'm the daughter of the raging lunatic who betrayed your parents?!" The room shook with her last words, her magic aching to be released.
Now that her face was turned to him, he could see just how pained she was. Her eyes were red and puffy, with liquid still clinging to her skin, revealing the path shed tears had taken. Her nose was as red as a rose. Something he always found adorable about her, whenever she cried, her nose would get red. The color practically glowed in contrast to her light skin.
But knowing he was the cause of her red nose pained him. He was supposed to be the one who would make her red nose disappear, not appear.
"I'm sorry about your mum...I'm sorry you had to deal with this on your own for so long, I'm sorry I didn't notice, I'm sorry I didn't figure it out-" He moved to sit in front of Ophelia as he kept on apologizing.
"And I'm sorry for not understanding how hard this must have been for you...I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean a word, not a single one. And you can hate me all you want, I understand. I messed up, I was a bad friend. I wasn't there for you when I needed to be. I'm sorry I failed you." He looked down, feeling ashamed and saddened by everything Ophelia had been through.
He should've figured it out, he knew something was off, he should have connected the dots.
"You're sorry? Harry, you're sorry?! I should be the one who's sorry. I should've told you when I found out, I should have-"
"No, Lia...you were scared and frustrated. I understand that. You just didn't want to lose anyone else."
"Harry...he's the reason your parents are gone, he's the reason my mom's gone. You should hate me! I know I do."
"Yeah, he's the reason. Not you. You're not to blame for anything that happened. It was all him." He leaned forward to hug her. "I promise you, Ophelia, I will find him and I'll put an end to all of this suffering. For my parents, for your mother, for me and, above all, for you." He took her hand in his.
"I won't let him hurt you anymore. If he even dares to go anywhere near you, I will hex him straight back to Azkaban." After that, there was a peaceful silence.
"Harry?" He hummed in response. "Who battered your eye?" Ophelia questioned, noticing the slight bruise forming on his cheekbone.
Harry laughed. "You have some pretty great friends, Lia. That's all I've got to say."
Ophelia gasped but couldn't help but laugh. She really did have the best friends.
