✔𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 | HP time travel

𝚂𝙸𝚇𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽

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❁ ʙᴇʟʟᴀᴛʀɪx ʟᴇꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ❁

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Harry's occlumency lesson was followed that night by a conversation between himself, Hermione, Ron and Ophelia about the secret weapon Voldemort was after being hidden in the Department of Mysteries.

The boy had also informed them that he felt Voldemort being incredibly happy, now he had no idea why he was so happy, Harry just knew that he was.

However, the boy's questions as to why were answered the next morning.

The group, including the marauders, had made there way down to breakfast as per usual. They helped themselves to their breakfast and made light conversation about the day ahead.

It wasn't long before Hermione's copy of the daily prophet arrived, and she smoothed the paper out before reading the headline. The girl gained the attention from her friends when she let out a surprised yelp.

"What?" Harry asked turning to her.

For an answer she spread the newspaper on the table in front of them and pointed at ten black-and-white photographs that filled the whole of the front page, nine showing wizards' faces and the tenth, a witch's. Some of the people in the photographs were silently jeering; others were tapping their fingers on the frame of their pictures, looking insolent. Each picture was captioned with a name and the crime for which the person had been sent to Azkaban.

Ophelia stared at the name son the paper, staring in shock at one in particular. Sirius held a similar expression on his face once his eyes glanced down to the last name on the list.

Bellatrix Lestrange, convicted of the torture and permanent incapacitation of Frank and Alice Longbottom.

Ophelia's attention was taken away from the image of her cousin when Hermione nudged her elbow and gestured to the title displayed on the top of the page, which she had not read;

MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN MINISTRY FEARS BLACK IS "RALLYING POINT" FOR OLD DEATH EATERS

"Black?" she questioned, "surely not-"

"shh" Hermione hushed her, "not so loud".

Ophelia continued to read the article, and she couldn't believe what she was reading.

'The Ministry of Magic announced late last night that there has been a mass breakout from Azkaban. Speaking to reporters in his private office, Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, confirmed that ten high-security prisoners escaped in the early hours of yesterday evening, and that he has already informed the Muggle Prime Minister of the dangerous nature of these individuals. "We find ourselves, most unfortunately, in the same position we were two and a half years ago when the murderer Sirius Black escaped," said Fudge last night. "Nor do we think the two breakouts are unrelated. An escape of this magnitude suggests outside help, and we must remember that Black, as the first person ever to break out of Azkaban, would be ideally placed to help others follow in his footsteps. We think it likely that these individuals, who include Black's cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, have rallied around Black as their leader. We are, however, doing all we can to round up the criminals and beg the magical community to remain alert and cautious. On no account should any of these individuals be approached'

"That's why he was so happy last night" Ron whispered, quiet enough so that the marauders couldn't hear him.

"They're actually blaming all this on dad?" Ophelia whispered. She couldn't believe it.

Ophelia zoned out after that. She distantly heard Hermione tell Harry and Ron about how she isn't surprised about this, and that Fudge has no other option but to blame this on Sirius after calling Harry and Dumbledore liars for the past few months.

She glanced around the room and was shocked to see barely anyone looking down at the paper in shock. Most people were talking about quidditch or homework, no one seemed to be discussing this. Those that had read the daily prophet were staring straight at her in disgust.

The professor's table, however, was a different story. Dumbledore and McGonagall were in a deep conversation, Professor Sprout had the paper propped up on a bottle of ketchup and was reading the article with such concentration.

All of a sudden, it became increasingly difficult for her to breathe, and it felt as though someone was choking her. She could hear her heart pounding against her chest, and the pounding of blood in her ears. The sounds surrounding her became muffled and suddenly, it felt as though she was underwater. Her vision soon became disfigured, and everything turned into a blur.

She felt as though she wasn't there anymore. Without excusing herself, she got up and hurriedly made her way out of the Great Hall. She was overcome with a sudden sense of nausea.

As she made her way to the bathroom, she felt her hands shake to an extent they never had, her knees became weak as if she would collapse any second.

It didn't take her long before she found herself doubling over the closest toilet and emptying the contents of her stomach.

She distantly heard the calls of her name and the faint sound of footsteps.

She fell back against the stall door, and she felt a pair of arms wrap around her shoulders, pulling her into the person's chest. A familiar feeling washed over her as she leant against the person's chest. For a moment she thought it was her dad, however, when she looked up, she saw Olivia smiling gently down at her.

She allowed Olivia to hold her as she cried. Her chest hurt and it was incredibly difficult to breathe. She cried harder as she felt more bile rise in her throat.

Doubling over again, she threw up once more. She expected Olivia to leave at that moment, however, the girl held back her hair, and rubbed her back as she eased the girl through it.

"What's happening to me?" Ophelia choked out.

"A panic attack darling" Olivia answered, "listen to me Lia, just breathe with me, okay? In and out"

And she tried, she truly did. She followed Olivia's breathing, copying her actions as she tried to take deep breaths.

After a few minutes, Ophelia felt her breathe return, and the world around her returned. However, the pain in her chest remained.

"Thank you" she uttered as she stayed in the comfort of Olivia's arms.

"You don't have to thank me" she whispered in return.

Olivia didn't know what it was that made her rush after the girl. Whether it was that she herself had suffered from panic attacks in the past and the fact she felt deeply sorry for the girl. Or whether her maternal instincts, so to speak, kicked in.

Whatever it was, seeing the girl in front of her completely break down shattered her heart. No fifteen-year-old should have to go through this. She hated the world for what it was doing to her.

Ophelia, on the other hand, felt an unfamiliar sense of familiarity with Olivia's arms wrapped around her. She couldn't put her finger on quite what it was, but it felt somewhat normal.  

A/N

sad chapter I'm sorry :(

this chapter was originally longer, however it was nearing on like 3000 words so i decided to split it into two. 

second half of this chapter to soon follow

also, absolutly loving this new feature to schedule a publishing time for chapter. made my life so much easier, if i knew about this before i travelled europe this book would be completed by now lmao. is it even a new update or am i just slow??

again, please let me know of any spelling mistakes

anyway, thank you for the support

- Han x