𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟎𝟖 - 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐭

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙊𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙇𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙮, who have wrapped themselves in one another's embrace, resting quite soundly despite the rumble of guests below the room or even Ron's loud snoring.

When suddenly the door burst open as Hermione Granger stepped into the room, spotting her best friend lying in the arms of her other best friend; she let out a noise that was half a cry and half a shout of glee as she practically dove on top of them.

Suffice to say they were stunned and let out shouts of shock while Ophelia found hers completely stifled by a wall of brown fluffy hair; after a moment, she understood and wrapped her arms tightly around Hermione's sobbing figure.

Harry was practically shoved out of the bed by Hermione's squirming figure and, after a moment contemplating whether or not he should try and complain, decided against it. Instead, he lifted the covers to Ron's bed and rolled him over, much to his best mate's dismay.

"Your feet are fucking freezing!" exclaimed Ron, bolting upright.

"Mate, just go back to sleep. I'm knackered," whined Harry, pulling the covers over his head.

"Am I fuck going back to sleep with a literal fucking ice cube!"

"Oh, give it a rest!" exclaimed Harry, pointing a wild arm in the vague direction of the bed he had been soundly occupying not a minute previous, "My bed's occupied, so shut up and sleep."

"Occupied, oh -- um," began Ron, but upon noticing the new figure he stammered as he tried to right his messy bed hair, "Hi Hermione."

"She's not bothered about you right now; Phee's there."

"Oh right." said Ron in a slightly defeated tone, "Right, move over a bit; this is still my bed."

Hermione and Ophelia embraced for what felt like forever; Hermione pulled away only to hug her again -- her eyes fixed on the scars across her best friend's face, and her smile faded and pinched into a thin line, Ophelia saw the tears welling in her eyes and before she could start crying again she pulled her back into a hug.

"This is wrong!" exclaimed Hermione into her shoulder, "It should be me comforting you, not the other way around!"

"Do I look bothered to you?" Ophelia said tiredly, Hermione pulled away to get another look with a braver urge about her, after a moment of studying she nodded once, it wasn't great but she wasn't unrecognisable nor was she no longer a beauty. In fact, she scoffed at the idea that anything could make Ophelia not beautiful, she'd probably unintentionally make scars a trend, she grinned widely at her best friend.

"I've missed you so much, so much more than Harry!" she whispered.

"Watch it." growled Harry from across the room, but Hermione ignored him as Ophelia laughed.

"Do you have any idea how much I've got to catch you up on? Not to mention everything you need to tell us -- "

"Nothing interesting, really." she said with a light laugh, "Same routine most days, torture, plotting an escape, plotting murder, torture, plotting an escape, pondering life, plotting murder etc... but I did sort of haunt people, and by people I mean Voldemort."

"You haunted Voldemort?"

"You said Voldemort?"

"Yeah, no big deal -- fuck him."