"How are you Miss Rayden?"
"Glum" I admit, looking at the headmaster. He gives a small sympathetic smile "I was having a nice week in bed, but now I'm back in school"
"Well we can't have you missing over a month" He says with a slight chuckle "Although I'm certain that everyone wants to see you again"
"They missed me" I laughed
"The whole school did" He truthfully replies "I think they've missed your presence - plus they all heard about you being killed"
"Wait do people still think I'm dead?"
"I'm not sure" He says as we leave his office. Slowly we walked down the stairs heading towards the great hall. It was in fact evening time, precisely dinner "I believe people do not trust the Prophet anymore therefore they're uncertain if you revival was true"
"How have my friends been holding up though?"
"Well I think they all are concerned with how your holding up"
"Yeah but how do they seem?"
"Well apart from the bruises, they seem fine but just need to see you again to hopefully emotionally cure them"
"Well good thing I sometimes like dramatic entrances"
We walk down the rest of the corridors in a comfortable silence. The overall atmosphere of the school looks brighter and feels happier. I wonder if the toad is finally gone. As we approached the opened entrance of the great hall we hear a loud argument taking place. The two of us listen but don't show ourselves
"ITS NOT OUR FAULT OPHELIA WAS KILLED" We heard Hermione shout "BE HAPPY SHE SURVIVED"
"SHE MAY BE ALIVE BUT YOU GOT HER IN THAT POSITION IN THE FIRST PLACE" Surprisingly Draco roared
"SHE WANTED TO COME" Ron argued back
"SO YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD HER NO AND IF SHE STILL DEMANDED TO COME - YOU SHOULD'VE STUPIFIED HER SO YOU COULD LEAVE" Another voice shouted, which sounded like Pansy
"WHY WOULD WE DO THAT?" Harry shouted
"I MEAN HOW DO WE KNOW SHE IS EVEN ALIVE WHEN SHE'S CURRENTLY NOT HERE"
"BECAUSE SHE'S AT HOME" Ginny screams
"YEAH WELL I BET HOME IS A COVER UP FOR HER BEING DEAD" Pansy replied
"Well I look pretty good for a dead bitch"
Everyone's heads snapped to me as their mouths gaped open. They were all stiff, with the only movements coming from when they rarely blink. Suddenly Draco comes around from his place at the Slytherin table, grabs my wrist and pulls me away
"I'll be back soon" I called back as we went out of view. He lead me down several corridors before abruptly stopping. I frowned "Draco-"
Quickly he spins around, pulling me into a tight embrace. His arms tightly wrapped around my waist as he leaned into my shoulder. The position must've been hard for him because he properly had to lean down to get to my height
"Why did you get yourself killed?" He spat. I heard him not trying to choke on his tears which I could feel soak through my clothes
"I saved my uncle" I whispered, circling my hand on his back, as the other one held the back of his head
"But what if you didn't come back?" He questioned "What if you did die and didn't return"
"Then I would've died knowing I saved someone I love"
"But you would've left me" He sobbed, making my heart crack as tears streamed down my own face "Your the only family I care about"
"Draco-"
"I can't loose the person I need in this life Ophelia" He said "I won't admit it to no one else but your presence is a sort of comfort. It's a way to see that I have family who does care about me"
"Draco I don't know what to say" I whispered
"Just please don't go getting yourself killed at every opportunity" He said "Your not Potter"
"Of course I'm not" I laughed as he slowly and reluctantly pulled away "Anyways when did properly realised I care about you"
"The day on the Quidditch pitch" He murmured, leaning against the wall . I furrowed my eyebrows unsure "When you told me that you were just sticking up for me"
"But I stick up for everyone at the opportunity"
"But no one has ever truly stuck up for me before - they only do it out of fear or so called loyalty to me. No one has done it because they care"
I just warmly smile at him as I bring him back into an embrace. My arms twirl with his hair as I provide him comfort. Truthfully, I had never seen this vulnerable side to Draco and it broke my heart how much my death could affect him
"Next year we're going to talk more okay" I say after a while
"Why?"
"Because then we can actually get to know each other better and because then I can provide you with the comfort and loving attitudes of family"
"Wait what?"
"We are family, I care for you, I want you to talk to me and tell me your problems" I clearly say "You don't need to hide behind your walls when your with me. I've been told that I'm...sometimes...a great listener"
"Sometimes?"
"I become unfocused if someone talks to me about homework nowadays"
We stand in the silence of the hall for some time. Just the sound of our slow breathing disappearing down the hall
"Thanks Ophelia" Draco warmly smiles, something that I never really see on him
"Anytime"
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(A/N)
So how was that?
I literally couldn't kill off Sirius. It was my main big no no when I started writing the book. Literally told myself "Sirius survives"
Well you get 3 chapters today 🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️. I wrote this on the wrong one...poops
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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...
