To Fred, Love Ophelia

Prologue

Ophelia Marie LeBeau was born October 13, 1977 to Isla and Guy Lebeau. Guy was a muggle who was an English-Frenchman, having been born in Niece, France, and moving to England in his late teens. Isla Black was given this name by her mother Walburga, in the hopes that she would bring honor back to it after her great Aunt sullied the name by marrying a muggle. However, Isla followed right in her Great-Great Aunt's footsteps and married the baker who lived not five minutes from the Black Family house, which she was promptly kicked out of. She spent many summer nights sneaking out to have adventures with him. When she accidentally let it slip that she was a witch, he didn't freak out, but rather accepted her and was quite fascinated with her skill. This caused Isla all the more to fall in love with her muggle beau. Like her brother Sirius, she was erased from the family tree as a disgrace, though honestly, she could care less.

When Ophelia was born, her mother hoped to fill her with the same fiery spirit she had as a child, and secretly hoped she was a witch. Her father, Guy, hoped Ophelia would be a muggle so that she would live with them for more time, but would love her regardless. By her first birthday, and one birthday cake-covered cat and ceiling fan later, it was apparent that Ophelia had inherited the same gift her mother had. So, on her 11th birthday, she was sent 'la lettre qui changerait sa vie'. As expected, Ophelia was sorted into the house of Gryffindor. Ophelia's vivacious personality always pushed the boundaries. Her curiosity to explore the castle lead her on a late night expedition on her first night in the castle, where she met her soon to be two best friends. The following is a brief writeup of this account...

As I walked down the dimly lit corridor, I hummed to myself the unnamed tune I had created on the train ride here. It was a sad sort of tune, very unlike how I was actually feeling. I was ecstatic, to say the least. And now I was having my own midnight adventure. What a time to be alive!

Just as I rounded the corner of a 4th floor corridor, something slammed into me. Startled, I screamed, because, you know, GHOSTS. When I opened my eyes, I discovered two, equally startled identical boys. Now I thought I was losing my mind.

"Who are you?" All three of us asked at the same time.

"You first. There are two of you and one of me, and I want names in case you decide to kidnap me." I fumbled with my wand, as I had had it pointed towards myself, instead of at them.

"Well, I'm George, this is Fred, and we're not going to kidnap you," one said with a smirk while the other stifled a laugh.

"That's not really true is it? It's the other way around isn't it?" I said, eyeing them up.

"Damn Georgie, she's good," The one who previously said he was George looked impressed with me as he nodded to his twin.

"Thanks for not kidnaping me," I say, sticking out my hand for them to shake.

"Maybe formalities later," the left one, George, says. "You screamed pretty loud. I think it would be in our best interests if we moved along... quickly,"

"Couldn't agree more Georgie," Fred said, glancing over his shoulder at the rudely awoken portraits on the wall.

Down the long corridor which I had skipped down merrily moments ago, I hear a yell which grew into almost unintelligible words...

"STU-ENTS OUT AH BED! STU-ENTS OUT AH BED! Oi when I get moy hand on ya..."

The twins grabbed me by the hands, and we sprinted down the other corridor, down flights of stairs, and around several corners. There were MANY moments when I almost crashed into something, namely, a suit of armor, which gave me a look as I stumbled to dodge it. The thundering footsteps behind us fueled me to run like I'd never run before. Which I hadn't really in this situation... I was always more of a book-and-music girl than a sport-and-ball girl... But that was neither here nor there because in that moment I became an Olympic runner.

Up a final set of stairs and we reached the Gryffindor common room. The Fat Lady shook her head at us gently, but let us in when I shouted the password.

We collapsed onto the couch in front of a still warm fireplace. I looked at the twins and started to laugh. They just stared at me with bug-like eyes. Once I had managed to calm myself down, I stuck out my hand.
"Ophelia LeBeau,"

The twins joined me in laughter and celebration in not being caught while having the best first night at school ever known to these walls ... I know, I checked Hogwarts: A History just to be sure.

We now rejoin with Ophelia in her 5th year at Hogwarts, after all, this is just when things start to get interesting(not to say the last 5 years were nothing short of magic, mischief and a growing friendship between these three troublesome teens).  It was a warm August morning... 

AN: SO! This is my first fanfic EVER. Like, IDK what I'm DOING. Anyways, please tell me how I'm DOING this is just the prologue, but like, I need encouragement, I am a simple girl! Comment how you like it, or just say hi! XOXO Jules

Edited on 12/26