"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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Ophelia patiently waits outside of Umbridge's office as Harry goes in for his detention, she plays with her necklace that her aunt had got her for her 12th birthday, the door opens.
Ophelia perks her head up as Harry comes out holding his hand in pain, "Oph-" he tries to say to the girl before getting interrupted by Umbridge.
"You may come in Miss Black." She smiles as Ophelia nods slightly and walking inside the woman's pink office with cats everywhere. Ophelia widens her eyes ever so slightly she hadn't ever seen so much pink in one room before.
"Good-evening, Miss Black. Sit." She points to the open chair Ophelia slowly walks over and sits awkwardly.
"You're going to be doing some lines for me Miss Black." She giggled slightly.
Ophelia grabs her quill, "No. not with your quill, you're going to be using a rather special one of mine...."
Ophelia shrugs, "What do I write?" She says bluntly,
"I want you to write, Sirius Black is a murderer...." She smiles at the girl with a glint of evil in her eyes.
"There's no way I'm writing that, that's a complete lie." She defends dropping the quill.
"You do as I say Miss Black!" The woman shouts before giggling again, "Or I'll have you in another detention tomorrow."
Ophelia sighs and starts to write, "Sirius Black is a murderer, Sirius Black is a murderer, Sirius Black is a mur-" she stops when she feels a sharp pain in her hand.
She looks over to see the words, "Sirius Black is a murderer." Repeating on her hand in blood, her breathing increases in speed as her eyes widen. She drops her quill and looks at the woman in disgust.
"Is something wrong?" She says almost looking innocently into the girl eyes,
"Nothing." She nods,
"That's right Miss Black. Because deep down you know that both you and your father deserve to be punished. Severely," she smiles Ophelia knew something was off about her.
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Ophelia angrily storms into the common room and sees Harry with Ron and Hermione, Harry's rubbing his hand. Ophelia sits down next to Hermione.
"Oph. Did she?" Hermione points to her own hand as a sign.
Ophelia couldn't be bothered to lie to anyone anymore she just nods slowly before putting her head in her hands.
Hermione gasps loudly at what has been written on the girls hand, Ron looks over and widens his eyes at Ophelia's hand.
"I hate her so much." Ophelia shouts underneath her hands, she grabs her satchel and throws it on the floor. Hermione puts a hand around her before standing up and swapping places with Ron.
Ron doesn't say anything before Ophelia puts her head on his shoulder. Ron widens his eyes before shifting around his seat ever so slightly.
"I always knew there was something off about her ever since she thought she was important enough to interrupt Dumbledoor's speech." She says quietly.
Ron laughs nodding, he looks down at her and smiles slightly as the girl looks down on her hand and rubs it, "if you rub it you'll effect it more." he quietly says.
Ophelia nods knowing he's right and looks at the fireplace trying to take her mind of off her hand and her detention.
