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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"Bets! Place your bets! Bets taken! Bets taken here! Step up, folks!"
"Who fancies a flutter in today's bloodbath? Smart money's on Krum to survive!"
"Aren't we supposed to be rooting for Harry?" Ophelia chided, crossing her arms as she looked up at her two older brothers.
"Here I thought you'd be my cheerleader." Ophelia's cheeks heated up as she slowly turned around to face Cedric, who was smiling as usual at the flustered girl.
"Ced, mate—how you doing?" George reached over to shake Cedric's hand. Cedric went to shake Fred's hand afterward, but Fred made no move, forcing Cedric to awkwardly lower his hand.
"Heard you've been sneaking around with my little sister, Ced. Is that true?" Fred asked suddenly, making Ophelia look at George, mortified.
Ophelia turned around to not-so-subtly push her brother for embarrassing her. "Fred!" she hissed in hushed tones. As always, Cedric didn't get upset or offended; he laughed it off.
"Trust me, Fred, I only have the purest intentions when it comes to your sister."
"Don't worry about him, Ced. Fred's just trying to scare you. We'll leave you two alone now." George pulled Fred away as they continued placing bets.
"I am so sorry about that—Fred likes to embarrass me," Ophelia stuttered, shaking her head.
"No, no worries really. It's sweet that you have such a protective family. I'm the same way with my father. I'd do anything for him." Cedric walked closer to her, their hands softly brushing as they talked. "He didn't want me to enter this competition. He was quite mad at first, but he slowly came around." Ophelia listened, but her attention was on their hands, which, like magnets, seemed to be inching closer.
"I agree with your father. I think this whole competition is silly—not to mention dangerous."
"But that's what's fun about it, blondie." His hand finally wrapped around hers in an unconscious gesture. But for Ophelia, she was all too aware of the action. "What's life without a little danger?"
"I've had enough danger to last me a lifetime, thank you very much." Ophelia looked up at him, relaxing in his touch. She thought she would hate any physical touch that didn't come from a friend or a loved one, but Cedric's touch... it's nice? It's calming.
"Aah, yes. The golden trio and the silver princess. Hogwarts hasn't had a dull year since you all started attending."
"Ugh, I hate that nickname. It's ridiculous."
"I think it rather fits you, princess," Cedric teased, his thumb rubbing her hand.
"Me, a princess? I don't think I fit the mold."
"I think you're right. I think you remade the mold into something far more regal." Ophelia couldn't help but wonder what type of guy says these things so naturally. It shocked her every time Cedric would compliment her in the most well-worded ways. He was so well-mannered and polished. In a way, perfect. She couldn't help but think that his only flaw was his interest in her. "Would your majesty do me the honor of accompanying me to the champions' tent? So that maybe I'd be lucky enough to receive a token of luck before my first trial..."
