Ophelia felt numb.
She paced around the library, tugging mindlessly at the ends of her long sleeved shirt. She counted her steps, something that she was used to. Ophelia knew exactly how many steps it took her to get from her bedroom to the library, from the library to the kitchen, even down to how many steps to the passageway the house elves would use.
It was a system. A system brought by harshness but served her well. When she first came to the Malfoy manor she didn't know of a hand so strong, of words that could cut through the toughest of armor; armor she has since built to withstand the slashes that come from that vile man's mouth.
The clock in the corner chimed, so loud it echoed through the walls of the soulless mansion, and yet Ophelia still closed her eyes and smiled.
It was time to go home.
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Golden Harry Potter
FanfictionIn which Harry Potter falls for Ophelia Black "Loving you's the antidote." ~Harry Styles 'Golden" {Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hallows Part 2}
