Going Home
"Yeah" He shakily replied
I pulled out the sketchbook from beneath my arms. Carefully I placed it on the desk opening to the page
"Right before each person returned I drew a scene" I whispered but it was loud enough for them to hear
"Why do you mean Ophelia?" Dumbledore questioned
"I drew Fleur in the maze-" I stated pointing to her scene "-Just as she was attacked"
Then I pointed to Krum "Viktor was cursed before he returned to us"
I hesitated before pointing to the last one of the page "Cedric was killed and Harry duelled. The ghosts of the dead surrounding him"
They all looked at the painting
"This is how it all looked" Harry now whispered "Before each of us were attacked"
"What does this mean Dumbledore?" I ask looking up at him. Tears coated my eyes
"Miss Black I believe you have some sort of gift. It started with you painting your emotions now it's moved to you producing moments as they happen"
I stared at him in shock. My initial thought is to deny his crazy assumptions
"No..no." I whispered before reasoning to myself "It's probably just a coincidence"
"I'm afraid not" He bluntly said
I leaned onto Sirius who stood by me. One of his arms wrapped around the top of my shoulders
"What do you mean by her having a gift Dumbledore?" Sirius spoke
"I'm not sure Sirius but for now, we shall see what becomes of it. Perhaps it shall develop more. Perhaps she will create a scene before it even comes to pass"
He nods. Dumbledore then sighs
"Well I'm letting you know that at the end of the week we shall be holding a funeral for Cedric Diggory" He informs us "You are all welcome to attend"
"We shall"
The three of us got up. Harry stayed behind however. Me, Sirius and Remus exited his tower. As we walked down the empty corridor my mind swirled with thoughts
I potentially have a gift...
I saw each persons fate at the tournament...
Just before it happened...
Lord Voldemort is back...
Cedric is dead...
My DADA teacher was a death eater...
Harry almost died...
All of a sudden I collapsed to my knees
Sirius POV
The three of us walked in silence. Ophelia walked in between Remus and I. She seemed to caught up in her thoughts. Quickly I glanced at Remus who caught my eye. We both gave each other pained faces. However we looked away as Lia collapsed to the floor. She was balling her eyes out. We both lowered beside her. Each of us attempting to soothe the broken girl. I pulled her against my chest as she cried. Remus comfortingly rubbed her back
After a while of sitting in the corridor watching as she broke down Harry eventually came around the corridor. Many mixed emotions swirled his face as he saw us. He gave us a confused look as he lowered beside us. Gently he grabbed her hand. I watched as he rubbed circles on the back with his thumb. From her position against me I could tell she was slightly calming down
A few minutes later she sits up and hugs Harry. This time he embraces her as silent tears now roll down her face. I give Remus a look saying that I'll be back. Quickly I get up walking back to Dumbledores office. As I reach the top of the stairs I hear a "Come in"
When I enter the teachers are still all there
"Mr Black?"
"I'm just informing you that I'm taking Ophelia home for the rest of the school year. We'll be back here for Cedric's funeral but now she needs to be away from others right now" I sigh
"May I ask why now?"
"Well she's just had a complete breakdown in the corridor"
Professor Mcgonagle and Sprout both gasp
"Take her home then Sirius" Dumbledore said "Keeping her here for a few more weeks will only break her down more"
I nod giving a quick thanks before going back to the corridor in which they were in. As I got there I found them all standing up checking on her. They noticed me coming down and weakly smiled
Harry said that he has to go find Hermione and Ron before giving Ophelia a hug. He bids us a goodbye before hurriedly walking down the hallway. As he leaves I notice her mood deflate more
"Come on" I said grabbing her hand
"Where are we going?" She questioned
I kindly ignore her as we make our way down the corridors. We stop outside the entrance
"Why are we outside the Ravenclaw common room?"
"Look I asked Dumbledore if you could come home for the rest of the year because of what just happened and he agreed so we're grabbing your stuff"
"Oh ok"
She answers the riddle so we can all climb through. As we enter I see the exact room I saw all those years ago. The room me and my friends snuck into when going to Andromeda for her side of our joint birthday
Ophelia quickly runs up to her dorm to pack as we wait down below
"I feel so bad" Remus sighs. I look to him "She's really gotten mixed with everything now hasn't she"
I sigh this time "She has hasn't she"
About twenty minutes later she comes back down with her trunk behind her
"I put a note for my friends so they don't panic" She says with a weak smile
"You packed?" Remus questions
"Yeah"
I grab her hand again
"Let's go home kiddo"
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Ophelia || Harry Potter
Fanfiction[BEING GRADUALLY REWRITTEN INTO THIRD PERSON] "The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance" - Aristotle What if this inward significance was being able to create a piece moments before it happen...