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𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗔 (𝗡𝗼𝘂𝗻) - 𝗔 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀.
Ophelia Montgomery had it all. Fame, money, the voice of an angel and...
"I need you to accompany me to a muggle hospital. A young girl is there in need of our support, its all very unusual circumstances and I am extremely shocked by it all. It appears she is a witch yet there is no evidence of her on any records." Albus began to explain, before pausing to ensure Minerva was still following the rather unusual explanation. "She seems to have fallen through the cracks of our ministry. Alas this is the least of our concerns right now, I'd like you to speak with her. I feel your presence would be much more comforting than mine, I've been warned that her reaction to men is almost always fear."
"Oh merlin, that poor girl, are we to leave now?" Minerva questioned, a maternal instinct to be by the side of a vulnerable child took over.
"No, we leave in a few days. I have a few things I'd like to look into first and she is yet to 'stabilise', I believe that is how the muggles say it. I'll inform you of the visit once I know more." Albus stood to signal that conversation was now over.
Minerva nodded, she didn't want to pry much on what exactly was happening because she knew her friend would tell her in time; evidently whatever he had witnessed had affected him. What she did know was that if Dumbledore needed her, it must be important. Pushing her square glasses back up her nose and preparing to leave she looked back.
"May I know her name?" Minerva asked.
"Ophelia Montgomery."
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Waking up in a hospital to many would be frightening, but Ophelia felt a sense of relief first. Maybe, just maybe, this was the moment things could be beginning to change.
"Morning Ophelia, you're looking a little chirpier today." Dr Weber had just walked into Ophelia's room and was checking over her medical notes from the night.
"Hi Dr Weber! Yes thank you, that drink you gave me last night really helped me get a full night sleep, I've never felt so rested!" Ophelia's voice was rather tired, but there was an evidence of a bounce there too.
"That drink was from my old Professor, he said it would help." Dr Weber explained.
"Your Professor? As in from university?" Ophelia asked, genuinely interested to find out some more about Dr. Weber's life and to have an 'ordinary' conversation with somebody.
"Uh, yes, something like that." The doctor responded quickly, in hope not to raise any suspicions.
When Dr Weber looked up from the notes, she couldn't help but smile. Seeing Ophelia awake and chatting was such an improvement from the girl who looked like the twin of death just the previous week. The teenager was certainly nowhere near close to being recovered but this was plenty for now.
"He must have been a very intelligent man."
"He was indeed. In fact, if you're feeling up to it he was hoping to speak to you this morning. He has some uh..." Dr Weber paused, struggling to think of the right words to use without worrying the girl too much, "information that he thinks you'd love to hear."
Within seconds Ophelia's shoulders had slightly stiffened and her cheery face was gone.
"Ophelia," Dr Weber placed the files back in the bottom of her bed, only just noticing that Ophelia jumped at the sudden movement. "I promise you that my Professor is the safest person you could meet, I wouldn't dream of putting you in danger."
Ophelia continued to stare down at her hands, where she picked away at her nails before murmuring "You promise?"
"I promise."
"I'm, uh, s-sorry for not trusting you." Quite often Ophelia found herself stuttering, something she never used to do. But from the moment she entered the hospital broken physically, her confidence had shattered with it too.
"You have no reason to apologise Ophelia, its completely understandable." The doctor reassured.
"Will you stay with me though whilst he's here?" Ophelia asked tentatively, unsure whether it was too much to ask of someone who barely knew her.
"If that is what you would like, then yes." The Doctor offered a strong smile with these words, as further reassurance.
"Thank you Dr." Some anxiety was soothed by the Doctor's promise.
"You're more than welcome, he will be arriving anytime now so I will see you very soon, if you need anything remember your buzzer." The Doctor offered.
Once Dr Weber had left the room Ophelia let out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding, and a single tear fell down her face. Muttering to herself 'that everything was going to be ok' multiple times seemed to calm down the girl. On the other side of the door stood the Doctor who watched the little scene unfold, her heart broke for the girl. No one knows exactly what happened to her other than that the people who were supposed to love and care for her were the ones who had put her in this position; there was no wonder she struggled trusting people. She could only hope that the girls life would get better from here.
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Well that was my first chapter gulp I have no idea what I'm doing bloody hell!
Please be nice and leave some comments, but don't be too mean, I know I'm not a pro!
Thinking I might do a QOTC (question of the chapter) each chapter so for my first... QOTC: What do you think to having that?
