"It's him, it's always been him."
Ophelia Anderson is a new student attending hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry in 1991 meeting two boys and a bushy haired girl on the train completely changing her life. The four or most commonly known as...
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"Dean, Seamus. Good holiday?" Harry breaks the silence of the entire Gryffindor common room glaring at the boy.
"Good. Better than Seamus's,"
Seamus slams the Daily Prophet onto one of the tables and stands up. "My mam' didn't want me to come back this year."
"why not."
Seamus looks around the room almost disgusted, "Let me see, er' because of you. The Daily Prophet has been saying alot of things about you Harry, and about Dumbledoor aswell."
"What and your mum believes them?" Harry narrows his eyes and sighs angrily.
"Well- nobody was there the night Cedric died."
"Oh well I guess you should read the Prophet then like your stupid mother, it'll tell you everything you need to know." Harry bluntly says as the whole Gryffindor common room watches the two fight.
"Don't you dare talk about my mother like that!" Seamus fight back with narrow eyes.
"I'll have a go at anyone who calls me a liar,"
"What's going on?" Ron says as him and Ophelia walk into common room not having a clue what the two were fighting about.
"He's mad is what's going on! Do you believe the rubbish that's coming out about You-Know-Who?" Seamus points to Harry as Ron and Ophelia stand beside him.
"Yea. I do, has anyone else got a problem with Harry?" Harry and Ron walk upstairs to the boys dormitories as Ophelia quickly follows.
"You alright?" Ron leans to Harry who seems to be doing a bunch of unnecessary things all at once.
"Fine," he bluntly replies back to the redhead, Ophelia stands there as tries to gesture Ron to leave Harry alone.
"Seamus was bang out of order, mate. But he'll come through, you'll see-"
"I said I'm fine Ron!" Harry snaps making the two step back slightly, Ophelia taps Ron's shoulder as opens the door so the two could leave Harry to calm down.
"Right, I'll just, leave you to your thoughts then." Ron nods slowly as the two walk back down the stairs and out of the common room.
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Ophelia sits next to Harry and nods the two has somewhat made up during breakfast that morning, as they watch the paper bird fly around the room, she laughs slightly before a certain lady in pink burns it and smiles.
"Good morning children," she softly says from the back of the classroom scaring Ophelia slightly,
"Ordinary, Wizarding, Level, Examinations, O.W.Ls more commonly owns as OWLs, study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so, and the consequences may be severe." She smiles as she hands out the text books Ophelia furrows her brows slightly and shrugs.
"Your previous instruction, on this subject has been disturbingly. Uneven, but you'll be pleased to know that from now on. You'll be following a carefully structured Ministry approved course, of Defensive Magic. Yes?" She points over to Hermione.
"Uh, there's nothing in here about using defensive spells?"
"Using spells," she giggles, "Well I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom?"
"We're not going to use magic?" Ron buts in.
"You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure risk free way,"
"Well what use it that, if we're going to be attacked it won't be risk free?" Harry argues Ophelia nods,
"Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class!" Ophelia and Harry look at each other and back to Umbridge who looks like she's getting angrier by the second.
"It is the view of the Ministry that the theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you threw your examinations which after all is what school is all about!"
"And- how's theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?" Ophelia narrows her eyes and asks the woman.
"There is nothing out there dear, who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourselves?"
"Maybe Lord Voldemort?" Harry shouts as even Ophelia stops for a second.
"Now let me make this quite plain, you have been told.....that a certain dark wizard is at large. This is. a lie," she whispers and approaches Harry and Ophelia as she shoots daggers at the woman.
"It's not a lie- I saw him- I fought him!"
"Detention! Mr. Potter!"
"So according to you Cedric Diggory dropped dead? Of his own accord!" Ophelia raises her eyebrows still keeping fairly calm.
"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident!"' She still smiles through her annoying shouting.
"No! It was Murder, Voldemort killed him and you know it so does the stupid Minister!" She fights back, Harry nods with the girl as Umbridge looks as if she's about to explode.
"Detention! Miss Black and you Mr. Potter please see me in my office, later." She giggled again.
