Fate That Ties Us

Chapter Ten

OPHELIA WAS HAPPY to be back in her dear friend's company while Harry was still too uncomfortable with Lockhart situation to match the enthusiasm of her.

"Harry, it's good to see you." Ophelia grinned.

He smiled, "It's great to see you too, Ophelia."

They indulge at the awkward hug, Harry was still holding his course books gifted to 'the boy who lived', for free. Mrs. Weasley interrupted the union of the two friends, asking Harry for his book to get it signed by Lockhart which Harry willingly did.

All of them tried to get out of the chaos building up in the small bookshop, people looked like they will presumably fight over receiving the famous man's sentience. Harry and Ophelia with Ron and Hermione on each commenced walking together chatting about the upcoming year followed by the rest of the Weasley clan except for the matriarch of the house. They were about to reach the exit of the swarming store when they were rudely interrupted.

"I bet you loved that, Potter. Didn't you?" Ophelia internally groaned at Malfoy's antic but unfortunately Ron wasn't subtle as her, "Famous Harry Potter can't even go to a bookshop without making it to the front page."

'Not Again!' the four of them thought. They were all annoyed at the fact it wasn't even start of the year and Malfoy was already tormenting them, there was a whole school year ahead of them.

But unbeknownst to them Draco Malfoy was sour from jealousy, not only because Harry Potter got the fame, he deserves but also due to other unconscious emotion that was good to be buried deep within the sea level.

Ophelia stepped up to speak in support of Harry but surprisingly the youngest Weasley beat her to it, "Leave him alone."

A teasing smirk appear on his pale face, "Look, Potter, you got yourself a girlfriend."

A sudden redness flushed Harry and Ginny Weasley's face at the Slytherin wizard's enunciation.

"Seriously, Malfoy, can't go one day without bothering us." Ophelia stepped forward fuming.

"Oh! Shut up-"

A whack on his shoulders with a ferocious looking cane restraining him from continuing his abuse.

Draco's sneer that he wore with confidence dropped, he turned paler with realisation. The apparent owner of the cane was pale yet vicious looking man stepped in front of their line of vision. He had a long blonde hair cascading down his back, similar to Draco he was clad in an all-black attire. Ophelia couldn't help compare the older man features to his housemate.

He tugged the younger Malfoy aside, "Now, Draco, play nicely."

"Sorry, Father."

Ophelia gasped inaudibly at the scene in front of her. She had known Malfoy for almost a year and she always seen him as the confident boy who spoke his heart even if it wasn't the most appropriate thing to say, but the boy now right front of her was completely different to how he usually presented himself.

"Mr Potter! Lucius Malfoy. We met at last."

"Forgive me." Lucius Malfoy yanked Harry towards him, inspecting his scar, "Your scar is a legend, as of course, the wizard who gave it to you."

Harry Potter furiously pulled away, "Voldemort killed my parents. He is nothing more than a murderer."

The older Malfoy's smiled dropped at the young boy's words, "You must be very brave to mention his name or very foolish."

"Fear of a name only increases the fear itself." A proud smile graced its way on Ophelia's voice at her god sister's words.

Lucius Malfoy turned towards her, "And you must be-" he glanced at his son for confirmation, "-Miss Granger. Yes, Draco has told me all about you and your parents, muggles, aren't they?"