"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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"It's beautiful here." Luna admires the soft wind and quite waves, she smiles brightly playing with a couple of shells.
"It's our aunt's." Bill nods smiling, "We used to come here, as kids. The Order uses it now as a safe house, what's left of us at least."
Fleur smiles at the blonde happily, setting down a cup of tea.
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Ophelia sleeps in the room upstairs, Ron taps her lightly. "Oph, we should get up."
"No." Ophelia shakes her head quickly, she gets back into a comfortable position and quickly falls back to sleep,
"Oph, it's past midday," Ron chuckles at the girl,
"Yeah, but you said I needed to get some rest. And that's what I'm doing, resting." She says with her eyes still closed.
"I know your hurt, but-" Ron stops, he shrugs and realises that she has a fair point.
"Why are u trying to wake up and Injured person, Ronald?" Ophelia says jokingly.
Ron laughs, "I just came to check on you because Bill and Fleur were asking."
"We slept in the same room." Ophelia says bluntly. "Wait when did you get up?" She asks shocked.
"Around 9:00." He shrugs,
"I thought that I would be the one shoving you out of bed." She widens her eyes jokingly.
Ron smiles, "I'll come and actually wake you up if we need to get going somewhere." He kissed her forehead.
"Ok." She smiles falling asleep.
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"Gringotts?" Ophelia raises her eyebrows, and crosses her arms.
Harry gives Ophelia a Polyjuice Potion, "Ok, so we're heading into Gringotts and I have to be seen as Draco's mother. I'm so excited." She says sarcastically,
"We need to get into Bellatrix's vault." Harry says.
"How do I look?" Hermione asks, smiling as Bellatrix,
Ophelia puts her thumbs up, "Hideous."
"You can give that to Hermione, to hold. Alright Griphook?"
"We're relying on you Griphook, if you get us past the guards into the vault, the swords yours."
