A/N: Sorry for the long wait! If parts seem short or like the end abruptly it's because Some scenes were supposed to be longer but I decided to go ahead and put the chapter out there. I might do some touchups on it later. I hope you enjoy!!
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Though the sun was behind a constant cover of clouds and the wind was blowing something fierce, Ophelia still felt a hundred pounds heavier at the entrance to the estate. Who knew one could get so full off of candy?
Well, father had warned her of course but since he never truly indulged in sweets she didn't put much stock into his words of caution. A big mistake.
"No staying up late. No scary movies. Stick to the Malfoys. That means absolutely no wandering off. And..."
Ophelia rolled her eyes. She thinks her father was more worried than she was. He had been riddling off rules and warnings ever since they left the house.
"Stop swaying." He scolded before ringing the doorbell. "And no more sweets tonight. You'll get a sugar headache."
The Malfoy house-elf greets them at the door, taking their coats. He wrangles off some customary greeting but Ophelia's mind doesn't register it, instead busy looking around.
She had been here a handful of times but was always amazed at it. It's a far cry from her elegant but simple abode.
The Malfoy Manor was built like one of those Roman or Greek buildings, with lots of expensive paintings and fur carpets littered throughout. And the combination of dark walls and always-low lights gave a calm and serene feeling to it. She'd probably get bummed out if she stayed in it 24/7, but she loved it in small doses.
She tunes back in just as the house elf informs them that 'Master Malfoy' is expecting her father in his study and 'The Young Master' is expecting her outside.
"I have something to discuss with Mr.Malfoy but I shall see you tomorrow. Be well." He reached down to give her a hug, which for him was moreso a stiff pat on the back and shoulder squeeze.
"I will." Ophelia promised, returning the hug. Distangeling himself from the girl, Snape smoothes out her hair before standing back up and turning abruptly towards the hall. His cape/cloak/thingamajig flowing behind him.
"Dobby has already moved your belongings to the guest chambers. He shall now take you to see the Young Master and friends." the house elf beckoned her.
She is led to the garden outback where Crabbe and Goyle accompany Draco. He's pacing back and forth with a long parcel in his hand.
"Madam Ophelia is here to join the Young Master and friends." The house elf announces her, courtesying clumsily before scurrying away.
"Just in time to witness the unveiling, Prince." Draco waves her in. "Take a seat."
Despite her nervousness, Ophelia experienced a rush of excitement as they stepped onto the platform. Her, Draco, and Mrs.Malfoy.
They arrive early but the station is still bustling with energy, fun, and just...life. The train engine spits out puffs of smoke in the shape of different animals. Little wizards and witches fill the carriages, saying goodbye to their families. Pets of all shapes and fashions make their presence known. Ophelia thinks she spots half a dozen owls.
"I think I see Crabbe and Goyle, Mom."
Nodding, Mrs.Malfoys smooths Draco's hair out–the same way Ophelia's father had done for her yesterday–. "Write as soon as you get settled in, Okay?"
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Ophelia, The Half-blood Princess
FanfictionUpon losing both her parents at the mere age of one-month-old, Ophelia is raised by Severus Snape. It is great for the most part. Only thing is, it's incredibly lonely. Which is why she's excited to go to Hogwarts. But when she has to deal with bei...
