Ophelia Black is the daughter of notorious killer Sirius Black. Ophelia's mother Portia Black (a veela) died with her friends Lily and James Potter and so did Ophelia... atleats that's what the world thought.
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"How was the interview?" I ask Harry as we walk up to the owlery. It was his first official Triwizard Tournament event. Harry just glared at me, staying silent. "That bad, huh?"
"She kept twisting my words and writing down lies—she said my eyes were glistening with the ghosts of my past! What does that even mean?" I walk awkwardly beside him, listening to his rant. Not knowing how to comfort him, I pat his shoulder as we walk.
"The interview was awful, but she's even worse. She's a menace, Ophelia. A menace! She's what, forty? Yet she looked at me like I was a piece of meat—"
"You are a piece of meat." I wink at him, trying to make him laugh. Usually, he'd blush and chuckle, but today wasn't one of those days.
"I'm not joking, Ophelia... I don't want to do this. I never wanted to be part of this stupid competition."
"I know, Harry. And I'm sorry..." We reach the owlery entrance and walk in, waiting for Harry's owl. "Maybe Sirius has some advice that could help you."
We waited a few more minutes until the owl finally arrived. Only it wasn't Hedwig. I move to grab the letter, opening it and reading it aloud.
"Harry, I couldn't risk sending Hedwig. Since the World Cup, the Ministry's been intercepting more and more owls, and she's too easily recognized. We need to talk, Harry, face-to-face. Meet me in the Gryffindor common room at 1:00 this Saturday night. And make sure you're alone; I don't want to worry Ophelia with this." I laugh as I look at Harry. "It's too late for that now. Silly him, thinking you could keep me out of the loop." Harry shakes his head as he starts petting the dark owl. I look back at the letter and read the last few sentences.
"P.S.: The bird bites." The comedic timing couldn't have been better; at that exact moment, the bird bites Harry's arm. Harry hissed as he backed away from the bird while I couldn't help but laugh.
"Couldn't you have read that bit a tad sooner?" I shrug as I take his hand, trying to suppress my laughter.
"My bad, Harold. Come on, let's get that cut cleaned."
We walked silently down the stairs, through the halls, and all the way to the Gryffindor common room. It wasn't until we got inside that Harry started complaining.
"Everyone here hates me, Lia. It's better to go to your room instead."
"Are you kidding? After all your tossing and turning during the night? I'm sorry, Harry Potter, but I need my beauty sleep. Plus, we have to stay here tonight. Remember what the letter said."
"If you want to follow the letter's instructions, it also said I had to go alone. Or more specifically, without you." I crossed my arms at his response and looked him up and down.
"Fine. I'll leave you alone the whole night with all these Gryffindor students who seem so eager to have you back with them." The threat was clear, and Harry quickly shook his head.
