The Chosen One (MattheoRiddle x Ophelia)

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I turned around, my eyes met Draco's, and I could sense the urgency in his voice. "Ophelia," he whispered, his tone barely above a breath. I could tell that he had something important to tell me, but I was in no mood for games. "What happened, Ferret?" I asked, keeping the book I was holding on the table and taking a seat on the library bench.

Draco's eyes held a glimmer of hope as he asked, "Did you hear about Dumbledore's Army?" But I shook my head, uninterested in the life of an old man.  "I have more important things to do," I said sarcastically, ready to leave. But as I turned to leave, one of his useless bodyguards grabbed my wrist, causing me to flinch. I pushed him back, and he stumbled onto the ground.

"Don't you dare, Malfoy," I said, my anger leaking through me. I could feel my blood boiling as I turned to face him. "You think you can just grab me like that? I'm not one of your little groupies who will just take it lying down." As I took a step closer to Draco, my eyes narrowed, and I was about to take out my wand when someone grabbed it from behind, causing me to spin around in confusion. To my dismay, I saw the pink-clad figure of Umbridge standing behind me, clutching my wand in her hand. "Give it back to me," I demanded, raising my hand to grab my wand, but Draco and his goblins gripped me tightly and dragged me to the same pink cabin - Umbridge's cabin.

My heart sank as I realized what was happening. The cabin was decorated with pink and fluffy objects, but the atmosphere was dark and foreboding. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on me.

Umbridge's voice was high-pitched and shrill, and it grated on my nerves as she lectured me about the importance of following the rules. I could feel my anger boiling inside me, but I knew that I had to keep my cool if I wanted to make it out of this situation alive "Leave me you bitch," I spit on the floor, my voice shaking with anger. But my words fell on deaf ears, and I was left to face the wrath of Umbridge.

"I will, Miss Snape, but first give me my answers," Umbridge replied, trying to keep her voice steady as she gave me a fake tight smile and pushed me down onto the chair. My heart was pounding in my chest as I realized that I was tied up with a rope around the chair. Draco and his minions stood menacingly around me, while the ugly witch stood before me.

"Tell me everything you know about this secret organization," Umbridge demanded, bending down and grabbing my chin tightly. I could feel her hot breath on my face, and I instantly spat my saliva on her face. A small giggle left Draco and his minions' lips as Umbridge cleaned her face with her pinky tissue. Seeing that I wasn't going to obey her, she slapped me tightly on the left cheek. The tingling pain increased by each passing second, but I kept my mouth shut, refusing to give her the satisfaction she wanted.

My mind was racing as I tried to come up with a plan to escape. I knew that I had to stay strong, no matter what Umbridge threw my way. I could feel the weight of the ropes cutting into my skin, and I knew that I had to find a way to break free. "I won't tell you anything," I said, my voice firm and resolute. "You can torture me all you want." 

Umbridge's smile turned into a snarl as she grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. "You will tell me everything I want to know," she said, her voice low and menacing. "Or else." I could feel the fear rising inside me, but I refused to let it show. "Or else what? Are you going to kill me?" I said, giving an evil laugh and throwing my head backwards.

Umbridge's face twisted with anger as she glared at me. "You think this is a joke?" she spat, her eyes blazing with fury. "I'll have you know that I have ways of making you talk."

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I realized just how much danger I was in. Umbridge was not someone to be trifled with, and I knew that she would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. But I refused to give in to her demands. I would rather die than giving this woman satisfaction of my weakness.

"You may think you're tough," Umbridge said, her voice low and menacing. "But I assure you, I can break you. And when I do, you'll regret ever crossing me."

As Umbridge poised to brandish her wand, the door flung open, casting a brilliant light into the room. Snape strode in, his voice resonating with a monotonous timbre, demanding, "What is happening here?" His words echoed through the garishly pink cabin, commanding attention. In that moment, upon seeing my father, a wave of relief washed over me, assuring me of my safety.

Umbridge recoiled, withdrawing her wand tentatively, her voice faltering as she spitefully retorted, "Your daughter is ensnared in an illicit organization, held by a group of foolish students." A sinister, tight-lipped smile adorned her menacing countenance. Ignoring her accusations, I fearlessly retorted, gripped by the restraining ropes that bound me, "Actually, your presence within the walls of Hogwarts feels deeply unlawful."

Determined to liberate myself, I watched as my father deftly twirled his wand, loosening the tethers that had shackled me. Swiftly freeing myself, I sprang from the chair and took my place beside my father. With an unmistakable undertone of anger lacing his composed demeanor, Snape calmly addressed Umbridge, "I require a private conversation with you, Professor Umbridge."

My gaze then fell upon the cowering minions, who skulked towards the exit, attempting to evade scrutiny. Offering an icy stare, I halted their escape in its tracks. "Oh, but do you believe you can flee so effortlessly?" I intoned, my voice laced with a veiled threat. Locking eyes with Draco, I fixed him with a deathly glare. "Ophelia, you know I must aid the professor, my father..." Draco meekly implored, his pleas falling on deaf ears. Resolute, I brandished my wand, casting the confundo spell upon his minions, rendering them disoriented and bewildered as they spun about in confusion. Seizing Draco by the arm, I forcefully pulled him along, leaving the minions to their dizzying fate.

Draco's words of defiance rang out through the air, tinged with anger and clenched teeth. "Ophelia, my father will hear about this!" he seethed. Feeling the fire of his rage ignite within me, I responded with biting resolve, "Let your father, mother, and entire family bear witness to this!" I fiercely propelled him against the wall, the forceful impact rendering him breathless.

With my wand poised dangerously close to his throat, I relished in the palpable fear that engulfed him, savoring the sense of satisfaction it brought me, albeit fleetingly. Grasping his hair tightly, I yanked his head back, just as Umbridge had done so unto me – a memory etched in my mind. Crimson droplets cascaded from the wound on the back of his head as I eventually released my grip. These repugnant beings were not worthy of my valuable time.

Days passed yet I spent days locked away in my room, not knowing where Fred and George were. Hogwarts seemed eerily vacant, devoid of the bustling energy that once permeated its walls. As the holidays drew near, I started to feel restless and decided to leave my chamber.

With a newfound sense of freedom, I wandered the empty corridors of Hogwarts. But everything felt different, as if the school had changed since the start of the year. I noticed that Dumbledore was no longer at the headmaster's table, and even though I despised him, his absence made me feel unexpectedly lonely. Without his wrinkled face and long beard, I felt like something was missing.

After a nostalgic breakfast, I packed my things and got ready to leave on the train. I didn't want to sit in my usual compartment, so I wandered around until I found an empty space where I could sit alone.