Ophelia Rosalia Potter. The twin of Harry Potter.
She adored her brother, Harry. The only person she smiled for was him.
Silent all the time. Soft-spoken and deadly in a way.
Ophelia knew much more than a child her age should.
She will not allow...
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"Wake up, freaks!" Petunia Dursley screeched, banging on the cupboard under the stairs, "You have to make breakfast."
The door opened slowly and Ophelia stepped out. Petunia gulped and took a step back, glaring at her.
Even at 5 years old, Ophelia made her feel envious. Silken silver hair that fell to her waist in waves that echoed Lily's. Skin so pale and flawless that it felt like a single touch would make it crack like a porcelain doll. And her eyes, a brilliant purple that almost seemed to glow.
Petunia knew that she would grow to be a beauty that could rival angels.
The boy wasn't behind in the looks department either. After all, he was a copy of James Potter, and the wizard had been extremely handsome.
"Harry is still sleeping," the girl said, her voice soft and melodic, "I will do the work, let him rest."
"You freaks-," Petunia started snarling but Ophelia blinked up at her, her lips tilting down in displeasure.
"I said that Harry is still sleeping," she said quietly, "We don't want to wake him up too early now, do we, Mrs. Dursley?"
"...No," Petunia whispered, "No we don't."
She hurried away, wiping her brow and pretending that she didn't feel a cold, powerful presence looming behind the small girl every time she was even mildly discontent.
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Harry knew his sister wasn't normal.
Ophelia seemed to radiate a glow from within, an aura which got stronger as the years passed. She was silent all the time but still intimidated the Dursleys to a great degree, making them tiptoe around her.
Harry slid out of his cupboard yawning and walked to the kitchen where he could hear her soft footsteps padding around as she worked.
"Lia," he called out as he walked in, "Do you need help?"
Ophelia turned around to face him, shaking her head, "I'm almost done," she said softly, smiling at him. Harry automatically smiled back. She only ever smiled at him, her cheeks dimpling in the cutest way imaginable as she did.
