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.
Follow along with Ophelia as she ventur...
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"Amazing. Amazing!"
"Neville, you're doing it again."
"Right, sorry."
Ophelia laughed as she sat next to Harry under a tree by the lake, watching Neville dig around for some magical herb.
"He just gets so excited when it comes to Herbology," Ophelia smiled, talking to Harry.
"Yeah, he does," Harry chuckled, turning to look at the blonde girl. Instantly, he was caught in a trance as he looked into her eyes. Scenes from the night before replayed in his head. He was going to kiss Ophelia... he was so close to doing it. Harry had known since the end of last year that he liked Ophelia. In reality, he had always known. Since the day he first saw her, he had fallen head over heels for the girl.
FLASHBACK
"Ophelia Weasley!" McGonagall called out her name. Weasley? She must be Ron's sister. The girl Mrs. Weasley was talking about at the train station...
**"It's Ron's first year too. And dear Ophelia's. She just passed through the barrier herself. She's probably with the twins, sticks to them like gum, that one."**
Oddly enough, she didn't look like the Weasleys. Unlike the rest of them, she didn't have the distinguishing flaming red hair. No, she had light blonde—no, golden hair. Just like the sun. And her eyes weren't regular blue. They were lighter, maybe even grey. And she was beautiful. I had never seen a girl as pretty as her.
She sat up straight in the chair as they placed the hat on her head. An excited smile stretched across her face. No doubt she'd be placed in Gryffindor just like the rest of her brothers. It's in her blood.
"Hmm, interesting little thing you are. So many secrets, so many missing parts of your past. Yes, a true mystery you are. There's no doubt you'll be a powerful witch no matter what house I put you in. But which one will make you great, hmm?" The sorting hat spoke. The girl's confident smile turned into an anxious one as she whispered to the hat.
I wonder what she's saying... thankfully, I didn't have to wonder long, considering the sorting hat made her wishes known.
"Gryffindor, eh? Yes, no doubt that you'll fit in perfectly there; you're a brave and loyal friend, but there's something else... something darker. A thirst to prove yourself, seek vengeance on those who have wronged you. A difficult decision this will be. If I sort you into the wrong house, the consequences may be grave for everyone... You need a house that'll help you get what you want but also guide you so you do not stray from the person you are now."
Everybody was staring at her, curious to know where she'd be sorted. It was like everyone at this school knew her and was eager to see where she'd end up. Especially the professors—they were literally on the edge of their seats, waiting for the hat's answer.
