"UGHHH..." OPHELIA groaned as she woke up. She looked around and realized she wasn't in Gringotts.
Instead was in her bedroom of Potter Manor, besides her sitting on a chair, was Astrophel with a book in his hands.
"Why can't we be like, Astrophilia?" Asked a Rabastan to his brother.
"Because you are annoying." Rodolphus said.
"Your awake." Astrophel smiled, as Ophelia sat up. "Would you like to see yourself?" She nodded. Ophelia got up from her bed and stood up, she felt taller than before.
"Close your eyes, I want it to be a surprise." So she did close her eyes.
Astrophel held into her gently yet firmly, as he guided her to the full body mirror in her bedroom.
"Open." So she did, she couldn't believe it.
"Holy shit..."
"Thats me...?" Ophelia whispered looking at her reflection in the mirror.
"Yes, it is." Astrophel said.
Her once messy curly ginger hair, was now long soft curls now is the color of blood.
She no longer looked like a malnutrition child, now she looked completely healthy, before she stood at 4'9, currently she is 5'1.
She could see the carefully bred looks and aristocratic features on her face, giving her an air of grace and elegance.
Her face was a soft heart with sharp features speaking of her pureblood ancestry. Her lips were plump and rosey red, her skin the color of fresh cream and ivory.
At the center of it all were her eyes. With soft, thick, too long lashes fluttering like feathers each time she blinked.
It was the most heart stopping of her features were her irises, they were a pair of rich emeralds embedded into her eyes.
Yet in the mix of her emerald eyes, were a different shade of green that undertone the emerald, the shade of killing curse green, that seemed to glow brightly.
They were all left speechless starting at her.
As she stood next to Astrophel, the family resemblance showed.
Especially in their unforgivable curse eyes.
"Now we have all the unforgivable colors." Regulus commented.
They were royals, whom stepped out of a ballad, yet their ballad. The twisted the kind where no good comes to those who runs away with them.
"I have a feeling something interesting is about to occur." Anastasia smirked.
"You look beautiful." He told her, as she moved forward and placed her hand on the mirror to see if she was dreaming.
After a few moments of digesting everything she turned to Astrophel.
"What happened when I was asleep?"
"I handled a few things. Example you are no longer under the Dursley's nor Dumbledore's custody. For I am now both your magical and muggle, guardian." He smiled.
"Thats my son!" James started clapping.
"Dose that mean I don't have to go back...?"
"No, you don't." Ophelia immediately laughed herself at her brother hugging him, as he hugged her back.
"Astro, I want something." She told him as she pulled away from the hug after a few moments.
"Why do I feel like he is going to spoil her like Ophiuchus does with Elias?" Regulus said.
"Anything for you, so what is it that you desire, Moonflower?" He asked.
In the time Ophelia has known her brother she realized something.
"That he is fucking hot?" Marlene spoke.
Every being has their thorns, not of them, but in then, deep as bones.
The scars of the briar mark them, a calligraphy of violence, a message of blood writ, requiring a lifetime to translate.
"How poetic." Said a Ravenclaw.
That villains who twirl their mustaches and spreading fear are easy to spot. Those who cloak themselves in beauty and good deeds are hard to find.
Eyes couldn't help but wonder towards the Black's. Known for the beauty and madness.
They know the mind of a wolf hunting a deer, very well. The twisted excitement of seeing the weak and wounded cowering before them. The knowledge that, in this instant, they have the power to end its life or grant it mercy.
James silently looked away.
They do actually have goodness in their hearts's, but their darkness overwhelms it all. Their desire to hurt, destroy, and avenge is more powerful than their desire to love, help, and light the way.
There are many stories of people, brave people, foolish people, reckless people, good looking people who went into the woods searching for fortune or adventure, only to encounter a monster.
Looks were sent to the Gryffindor's.
Whether man or beast, the monster served as an allegory for all the things that could befall a person who strayed from the path.
If they were valorous and their heart was pure, the stories said, they could rise above being brought low by hubris.
"Hubris? Such a fatal flaw."
"Teach me everything. I'll do whatever it takes for me to learn." Ophelia said.
"Because I want my revenge. I don't care if the world would see me as a villain. Anything is better than being the, Golden Girl." She said the latter as if it was poison.
"Oh, she is going to collect your head."
Bellatrix cackled.
"I want to strike fear into the hearts of those who defy my rule, to take by death what belong to me, and to make the power I hold hold is known to every man, woman, and child." Her eyes shone brightly.
"Should have been, Slytherin."
"To my eyes to see all that happens, use my words to woo others to my side, my ears to hear every secret, my hands to crush my enemies. To use everything in my power to destroy all who stand in my way." Astrophel smirked at her words.
"Do you think Potter and Evans, would mind if I adopt her?" Bella whispered to her husband.
Before Ophelia could process what happens next they were in the study room of Potter Manor. Astrophel sitting at his desk, Ophelia across from him.
"Remember you asked for this. Even though you are my sister, doesn't mean I'll go easy on you." He told her.
"Fucking sadist."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Ophelia replied with determination.
"Should have been, Slytherin..."
Astrophel smirked.
Infront of him he is witnessing history.
A rise of a Queen.