Photo Album
I leave the room making my way upstairs. It was a slow walk since I just strolled up the stairs properly taking it in. When I arrived back in my mums room my curiosity rose. Carefully I went through the draws. In them were photo albums which were old and dusty. I safely moved them onto the floor where I could slightly clean them before going through. Orion lied next to me as I sat down
Once the first one was cleaned I opened its pages; Andromeda Black, First Year. Pictures were placed on each page of when she was eleven. Many had either her and Sirius or her and Lily. At first I didn't know who the red head was but thankfully my mum wrote names at the bottom
The next twenty minutes were spent carefully going through the album. I studied each picture learning more about the friends my mum had. She was best friends with Lily but also good friends with two girls called Alice and Marlene
When I finished the first book I moved onto the next one; Andromeda Black, Second Year. It roughly had the same design to it, just my mum being a year older in it
After that I moved onto plus finished Third Year, Fourth Year, Fifth Year and Sixth Year albums. During the Seventh Year one I had accidentally fallen asleep. Not that I was bored, just tired
Sirius POV
Thankfully the meeting had finished. It was the same topic as last time. Trying to build an army was difficult. With everyone still unconvinced that Voldemort is back makes it ten times harder
Quietly I walked up the stairs to tell Lia she can come downstairs now plus that it's actually late at night. However I didn't need to do anything when I slowly opened the door
"Hey Ophelia-"
When I entered my eyes say Ophelia peacefully sleeping on the floor. Orion was lying against her. From around her I saw that she'd been going through the old photo albums of her mother. Since there was still an open book I assumed she fell asleep reading
Carefully I managed to scoop her up bringing her onto her bed. Luckily she hadn't awoken. Orion had woken since feeling Lia's body move. He attempted to jump up but struggled. I picked him up, placing him on the bed
Before leaving the room I gave her a kiss on the forehead
"Night" I whispered, exiting the room
I made my way downstairs into the sitting room where Remus sat reading a book. He glanced up to see that I was actually alone
"She fell asleep?" He asked
"Yeah"
I plop myself beside him, leaning my head back against the sofa. The two of us talk for a bit before we both went to bed
Ophelia POV
I woke up to realising I had been moved onto the bed. Slowly I moved my head to see the morning sun peeping in through the windows. The light snoring came from Orion who was snuggled against my side. Quietly I sit up. Grabbing some fresh clothes I get changed for the day
I put in a white crop top with high waisted blue ripped jeans. Slowly I tied the laces of my white trainers
I headed downstairs with my puppy following behind. The house was quiet therefore I assumed Sirius was still asleep. Maybe Remus had stayed over as well. The stairs were slightly difficult to head down due to the slight creaks. Luckily we managed only creating quite quite noises. Thankfully Orion understood the concept of tiptoeing
Looking through the cupboards I find a box of cereal which I pour into a bowl. For Orion I filled his bowl of dog food before going to add the milk to my breakfast. Carefully I lift the bowl to sit at the dining table. About half way during my breakfast the two walked in
"Morning" I cheerfully greeted them
"Morning?" They replied unsure of my tone
They both go grab themselves some breakfast before taking a seat opposite me
"So I see you found Andromeda's old photo albums" Sirius said
"Yeah you looked so much better when you were younger" I joked. Remus choked on his food laughing loudly whilst Sirius just frowned at me
"Rude"
"But you still love me" I smirk
"Well I'm stuck with you aren't I"
"Now that's rude"
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Ophelia || Harry Potter
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