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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Ophelia was currently in the Gryffindor common room, celebrating Harry's win with the rest of the house. After the match, she instantly felt better, but Ron still insisted she see Madam Pomfrey for a check-up. Hermione suggested it might be due to her lack of sleep over the past few months, but Madam Pomfrey found no issues, concluding it might have been a slight panic attack from all the stress.
"Harry! Harry!" the entire room chanted as the twins picked Harry up and paraded him around the common area.
"Knew you wouldn't die. Lose a leg."
"-Or an arm."
"Pack it in altogether? -Never! -Never!" they both chanted in unison.
"Shush! Go on, Harry. What's the clue?" Seamus yelled, passing the egg to Harry.
"Who wants me to open it?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want me to open it?"
"Just bloody open it, Harold!" Ophelia yelled over the chanting crowd. Harry looked over at her, laughing at her eagerness.
"Well, you heard the boss! Open it!" Fred yelled as the rest laughed.
The moment Harry undid the lock on the egg, a loud screeching sound filled the entire room, causing everyone to cover their ears in pain.
"Close it! Bloody close it!" George yelled as Harry locked it up again.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron asked loudly. The entire room fell silent as they looked between the two boys. Everyone knew about their little spat.
"All right, everyone! Go back to your knitting. This is going to be uncomfortable enough without all you nosy sods listening in," George uttered as they ushered everyone away.
Ron walked up to Harry, looking slightly embarrassed as he began to talk. "I reckon you have to be barking mad to put your own name in the Goblet of Fire."
"Caught on, have you? Took you long enough."
"I wasn't the only one who thought you'd done it. Everyone was saying it behind your back," he tried to defend. Ophelia cringed at the comment.
"Ronald, you're not helping your case, man..."
"Yeah, brilliant. That makes me feel loads better."
"At least I warned you about the dragons."
"Hagrid warned me about the dragons," Harry said, getting mad at the reminder.
"No, no, no, I did. No, don't you remember?" Ron rushed towards him, placing his arm around Harry. "I told Hermione to tell you that Seamus told me that Parvati told Dean that Hagrid was looking for you. Seamus never actually told me anything, so it was really me all along. I thought we'd be all right, you know, after you'd figured that out."
