Golden Harry Potter

1

Harry had never walked so fast in his life. 

He knew better than to approach her the way he would his other friends, had seen the light dim from her eyes as Lucius Malfoy dragged her away the previous year. He couldn't hear the whispers that were spoken into the young girl's ear but he could see the much larger hand of her legal guardian gripping her small shoulder with such tension that made Harry's own arm hurt. 

And still, as they had walked away, he watched as her jaw set in the way that it does when the defenses go up, and the way she lifted her head because she had been taught to never let anyone see you with it down. 

Harry huffed, impatiently rubbing his sweaty hands on his trousers. In the crowd he could see them clearer, he could see the smug look on Malfoy's face as people would part as his family walked through. However, next to him was Ophelia, again with her head held high but with a bored look on her face rather than smug. She was never one to gloat about being affiliated with the Malfoy's. 

After all, she had enough baggage on her with the last name Black. 

Even without the bright hair of her relatives standing next to her people parted for her no matter what, though Hermione would always say that her gaze was enough to make people do anything she wanted for her regardless. 

Ron took him out of his daze, grabbing his arm and pulling him onto the train. 

"Great! It looks like all the good seats are taken." 

"Calm down, Ronald" Hermione shushed him. "There's bound to be one open towards the end."  

A door slid open, a body leaned out against the wall. 

"Well come on now. And be quiet with it too, we've got a snorer in our midst." 

Harry's body began to buzz, he knew that presence better than anyone, as well as her voice. The Irish accent that she had since her younger years of childhood had yet to fade, though each year being stuffed with the Malfoy's and the other poshy pure bloods it had dimmed in the slightest. 

"Opie," he smiled, turning around to greet her. 

Finally, the numbness in Ophelia's body began to fade as the bright green eyes of her best friend looked into her. Still icy, but it's as though he carried the warmth of the massive fireplace in the Gryffindor common room around with him constantly, keeping it lit just for her. 

He waited for just a moment, nearly expecting her to break first and initiate the hug, but instead she looked up at him as she normally does and any thought Harry previously had diminished. 

Hermione broke it first, smiling brightly and launching forward to tackle Ophelia. 

"Oh, I've missed you!" Hermione held her tight. Ophelia tried not to cringe as Hermione's hands grazed her back and the two boy's made their way into the train car. 

This was the first time since they went on holiday she could finally relax. 

They talked lowly amongst themselves, not wanting to wake the man sharing the train car with them up. It was clear that three of them were trying to avoid the topic of Sirius Black's escape, though truthfully Ophelia could care less -  at least that was the facade she would put on. 

"Harry," Ophelia smiled, finally looking at the boy seated next to her that had been avoiding eye contact since sitting down. 

"Opie," was all he said, both staring at each other calmly before he inevitably broke first. Hermione was right about that girl's eyes. 

"So who is this lazy sod anyway?" Ron's voice made Ophelia's eyebrows raise and she tried her best not to smirk at the ginger in front of her. 

"Meet our new Professor, Ronald."

"Now how would you know that?" He retorted. 

Hermione bit her lip, struggling to contain her laughter. "It's on his luggage." 

Ron's face turned as red as his hair, Ophelia snickering as she turned her attention to the window. It was raining terribly outside, and it normally brought her comfort. She absolutely loved storms . Something about this one, though, made a chill run down her spine. It made her involuntarily shiver, which Harry took notice of and shifted closer to her. 

"What is it?" Harry asked.

Ophelia closed her eyes, shaking her head. "Not sure. Something is off."

The words left her lips like a whisper, barely heard over the sound of the train screeching to a halt. It jolted her body in the slightest, and at once her wand was drawn. Lights flickering as Hermione spoke in a worried tone, though Ophelia wasn't listening. 

It was cold, ice creeping up the windows of the train car. It was nothing like the cold she endured at the Malfoy's manor. The door clicked, drawing the attention of the young group of friends. The air being sucked out of the small confinement, a soul crushing feeling surrounding them as a Dementor entered. 

Ophelia wasn't a fool. Anytime some out of wack stuff happened, especially with them, she knew Harry was a target. Without hesitation she pushed the black haired boy further into the seat, her chest puffed out as she stood statue between him and the hooded creature. 

Vision blurry, breathing slowed, Ophelia was far too proud and determined to let it make a fool of her. She raised her wand with a shaky hand, but before she could cast any spells a bright light flooded the room and her body slumped as the hold the dementor had on her diminished. 

A/N

I don't like this chapter. I promise the next will be better.