Ophelia Rayden-BlackOphelia lived at home with her father. The two lived in Diagon Alley above their family bakery. Both living peaceful lives with the company of each other
When Ophelia was 7 her mother died by being having murdered. She never knew who had actually killed her only the fact that she could hear her mother's screams and the murderers cackle. It had echoed around their home. That night, her father was out so she was left alone looking at the lifeless body. From that day on the two were filled with utter most grief until both decided to cherish each moment from now on
The only thing that split them was the consist turn down of questions. Lia would always ask who her mother was and about her family. All with her father consistently refusing to answer with the only response having being that she was from a dark family. One where they all made fateful mistakes
Besides from that Ophelia attends Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. She is, as of September, a second year Ravenclaw
At school she has two best friends Ginny Weasley (who is in Gryffindor) and Luna Lovegood (Who is also in Ravenclaw). The three were always together during their breaks, after school and on the weekends. Each held a strong bond between each other and a high level of trust
Each had their own enjoyment; Ginny loved Quidditch, Luna loved magical creatures and Ophelia loved art
Art was her escape from reality. You would always find her with her sketchbook. She always seemed to paint something which correlated to her emotions. However she was yet to find out that that would eventually change and delve deeper
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Ophelia || Harry Potter
Fanfic[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...