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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The next morning, Harry woke up feeling a light pressure on his chest. When he looked down, he saw Ophelia sleeping peacefully on him. Her eyes were closed, but a faint smile rested on her lips, which made Harry smile in return.
How could she be in any way related to that monster? How can something so innocent bloom from something so dark?
Sirius Black...Ophelia Black?
Ophelia shouldn't be tied to such a name. It doesn't reflect who she is in the slightest.
Ophelia Weasley...that's a name that reflects who she is better. She shares the same warmth and kindness all Weasleys do. She's just missing the flaming red hair.
Even Ophelia Snape represents her better than Ophelia Black because, whether Harry liked it or not, they do share a resemblance. The way they both hold themselves, with the righteous posture, as if they were above it all, their wits and skills, their affinity with the Dark Arts and potions. And even the pain they always seem to reflect in their eyes. The only difference is that despite the pain, Ophelia remained kind; Snape did not.
...and Ophelia is way too beautiful to be related to Snape.
While Harry was thinking about the girl on his chest, she started stirring awake. But it wasn't until a knock on the door that Ophelia finally woke up.
She quickly checked her surroundings, her eyes darting around the room until they found his. His beautiful light green eyes. A smile instantly appeared on both their faces. The feeling of contentment spread through both of them. This is the feeling they've been searching for their entire lives...this is home.
"Morning," Harry said, smiling down at the still-sleepy Ophelia.
"Morning, Harrold," she smiled back.
Slowly and unbeknownst to them, they started leaning closer to each other. An unknown force pulled them together.
Just as their faces were mere inches from each other, another knock came from the door, this time accompanied by a voice.
"Ophelia, may I come in? I know you're upset with me, but I must speak to you," McGonagall's kind voice was heard.
Both Harry and Ophelia's faces paled. If McGonagall caught Harry, a Gryffindor boy, in Ophelia's room, a Slytherin girl, they'd be doing detention for the rest of their lives.
"Ophelia, if you do not open this door, I'll be forced to open it myself...Ophelia?"
Harry and Ophelia looked at each other and wordlessly started scrambling around her room, trying to find a place to hide Harry.
"Harry, bathroom," Ophelia whisper-shouted, pointing at her bathroom.
"No! What if she enters it?!" he whisper-shouted back.
"Ophelia, I'll give you till the count of three," McGonagall said more sternly.
"Under the bed?" She panicked.
"She'll see me!"
"1... 2...-"
"There, go, go, go!"
"-3." With a small clicking sound, the door opened. McGonagall walked in and saw Ophelia seemingly sleeping in her bed. She walked over to her, almost tripping over a pair of slippers, and sat down on the edge of the bed, her hands slowly shaking the girl awake.
Ophelia pretended to wake up, stretching her arms and yawning. "Minnie?" she asked in a fake sleepy daze.
"Ophelia, I need a word with you."
"Yeah, sure, what's wrong?" Ophelia sat up in her bed.
"A word in private, Ophelia," McGonagall said with a knowing glare.
Ophelia freaked out but kept it well hidden. "We are in private, Minnie. I don't share a room with anyone else, remember?"
"I do, in fact, remember, and that is why the pair of red and gold slippers are quite the odd sight to find on your bedroom floor."
Ophelia glanced down at Harry's slippers nervously, quickly coming up with a lie to cover it up.
"Oh, those?" Ophelia chuckled, trying to seem normal. "Those are Ron's. My slippers got lost, so Ron let me borrow his in the meantime."
"I have known you since you were five, Ophelia. And I know you'd rather cut your feet walking barefoot through the Forbidden Forest than be seen wearing Gryffindor slippers."
"Wha-"
"I'll let this one slide, considering you've had a rough couple of days, but as I said, I need to have a word privately, so I would appreciate it if you would stop hiding inside Ophelia's closet, Mr. Potter."
An awkward silence filled the room as Harry opened the closet door and stepped out.
"Hi...good morning, Professor-"
"Out. Now." Minnie cut him off.
"Right...bye." He gave an awkward wave to Ophelia as he dashed out of the room and the Slytherin common room.
Once he was gone, they began talking.
"How'd you know he was in the closet?" Ophelia asked half amazed half afraid of how observant Minnie was.
"I know everything. Now, I'm not here to talk about boys. That is a conversation better left for Mrs. Weasley to handle," McGonagall said, quickly cutting her off. "Now, Ophelia, word has spread quickly about your...parentage-"
"It's all Pansy's fault!" She let out a frustrated groan. "When I get my hands on her again, I'm gonna-"
"Miss Parkinson is being properly dealt with. As for you, Ophelia, another violent act like the one you pulled last night will not be tolerated in any way."
"But she-"
"But nothing. There is a zero-violence policy in Hogwarts. We should have you expelled...but considering the circumstances, Professor Dumbledore and I have agreed to just give you a one-day suspension."
"What?! What about Sev? Surely he did not agree with this nonsense."
"He did not. He suggested we expel Miss Parkinson and leave you free of consequences."
"Well, why aren't we doing that!? That seems bloody fantastic! Plus, he is the head of Slytherin House, and this is a Slytherin problem. He should be the one to deal with it."
"I'm afraid this is much more than just a Slytherin problem, Ophelia. Do you know the danger you are in now that the Wizarding world knows who you really are?"
"The Weasleys...they've probably heard by now. They're not gonna want me anymore. I'll be left alone again."
"Nonsense, my sweet child. The Weasleys knew from the beginning, and they still wanted you. Their love for you has not changed nor will it change." Instant relief flooded through Ophelia.
"Not to mention the twins have already earned three weeks' worth of detention for hexing students who dared talk bad about you. Even Ron tried to get in a row with someone and would have if Miss Granger had not stopped him."
"So people are talking bad about me...they're not gonna like me very much, are they?"
"They're just scared. They're simple-minded students. Remember, not everyone can be as cunning as you," Minnie said, lowering her voice as if it were a secret, even sending Ophelia a wink.
"Now I must be off. Remember, Ophelia, you can't go to any of your lessons today. But you are allowed to roam about the castle, just be careful. Don't draw attention to yourself." She gave her a motherly kiss on the head and left.
