Astra || H. Potter [1]

[28] Don't Make A Right

[Outfit Above]

[This book will from now on
be in third person unless stated otherwise]

Late that night Harry and Opeliah both sat on the floor in front of the fire waiting for Sirius after he instructed them to do so in a letter to Harry. Looking up from her book Ophelia saw Harry was reading Rita Skeeter's piece in the newspaper. The brunette girl quickly shut her book and grabbed the newspaper from him, proceeding to rip into fourths and throw them into the fire. "I was-" Harry began but she cut him off. "No, you were not. You don't need to read what that awful woman wrote about you. You wouldn't let me see what she wrote about me and my father, so I'm repaying the favor."

Ophelia looked back to the fire and didn't notice the affectionately longing look Harry was giving her. Her brows furrowed as the fire flared up and a face suddenly appeared in it. "Uncle Sirius?" She questioned as Harry called out. "Sirius?!" Harry and Ophelia both glanced at each other completely confused how he was doing this. "How...?" They both started only for him to shake his head. "I don't have much time Harry, 'Phelia so let me get straight to it." Sirius looked towards Harry specifically. "Did you or did you not put your name into the goblet of fire?"

Ophelia looked at him with wide eyes, completely shocked he would even ask that. "No!" Harry shouted. "Shh..." Sirius urged and Harry quieted. "I had to ask." The Lupin girl rolled her eyes  exasperatedly at her uncle. "Now, tell me about this dream of yours. You mentioned Wormtail and Voldemort, but who was the third man in the room?"

"I dunno." Harry shrugged. "You didn't hear a name?" Sirius asked. "No. Umm.. Voldemort was giving him a job to do. Something important."

"What was that?" Harry's breath shook quietly. "He wanted... me. I dunno why, but he was gonna use this man to get to me. I mean it was only a dream right?" Sirius hesitated for a moment. "Yes...It's just a dream." Anxiously Ophelia grabbed onto Harry's arm leading Harry's eyes to shoot over at her and to her hand on his bicep. Harry slowly took her hand in his own with a faint blush that he hid from her but not Sirius who smirked knowingly at the two teens. "Look Harry, the death eaters at the world cup, your name rising from that goblet these are not just coincidences. Hogwarts isn't safe any more." Sirius told them, getting back on point. "What are you saying?" Harry asked with a frown. "I'm saying the devils are inside the walls. Igor Karkaroff, he was a death eater. And no one, no one stops being a deatheater. Then there's Barty Crouch, heart of stone, sent his OWN son to Azkaban."

"You think one of them put his name in the goblet?" Ophelia asked softly. "I haven't a clue who put his name in that goblet.." Sirius sighed. "But whoever did Harry, is no friend to you. People die in this tournament."

"I'm not ready for this Sirius." Harry gulped. "You don't have a choice." Sirius told him regretfully. Harry looked behind him at the sound of footsteps and saw someone was coming down from the boys dorms. "Someone's coming!" He warned Sirius before jumping to his feet and walking around the couch. "Keep your friends close Harry."  Sirius told him before looking at his niece. "And stay safe, 'Phelia. You're father and I love very much, little wolf." Ophelia smiled sadly at the flames as Sirius disappeared, quickly coming to her senses she grabbed her book from before and moved back on the floor and leaned against the couch.

"Who were you talking to?" Ophelia silently cursed at the new voice. The brunette pushed herself up and stood behind Harry and the couch. "We were talking, Ron." Ron frowned in skepticism. "I heard three voices."

"Maybe you're imagining things, wouldn't be the first time." Harry sneered making Ophelia swatt his arm with a scolding look. "You two're probably just practicing for your next interview I expect." Ron retorted with a scowl towards Harry before marching back up to his dorm. Harry turned towards Ophelia with a pout as he rubbed his left arm, soothing his pain. "What was that for?" Tilting her head Ophelia spoke as if it was obvious. "He may be being a git but that doesn't mean you need to be one back. Two wrongs don't make a right."

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The next morning Ophelia was walking towards the Black Lake where Harry was with Neville. Neville waved at the girl who was with Ron, Hermione and Ginny. "We've already been through enough people, why don't you just go and do it yourself?" Hermione muttered to Ron who only shook his head making the two girls groan. "Ughh. What do you want us to say again?" Ophelia asked him. Ron leaned closer and whispered to both her and Hermione. Both girls glanced at each other but made no move towards Harry as they were extremely tired of their fighting.

Ron nudged Ophelia forward first knowing she was always able to calm Harry, he, Hermione and many others often referred to her as 'The Harry Whisperer'. Ophelia turned back towards Ron and smacked his arm causing him to yelp and Ginny to snicker to herself. "Ronald would like us to tell you that Seamus told him that Dean was told by Parvati that Hagrid was looking for you." Hermione explained with a sigh. "Is that right? Well.... what?" Harry started before looking between the two of them and Ron with confusion.

Uhhh..." Hermione stuttered until both of them went back to Ron who whispered again and they turned back. "Dean was told by Parvati that... Please don't ask us to try and say it again. Hagrid's looking for you." Ophelia said with a soft pleading look before turning around with Hermione.  "Well you can tell Ronald..." Harry began until she cut him off. "Were not owls!" Ophelia shouted frustratedly. "Bloody hell,  Ron! If you want to tell him then stop...stop being an arse!" She demanded at the red head, sighing heavily as she linked my arm through Hermiones and the two of them walked away with Ginny in towe.

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Next chapter there's some cute things between Phe and Harry and I just love them

Xoxo
- A