Full Summary: Ophelia Duvet is a shy little girl going into her first year of the famed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But that's not what she's thinking about most. Ever since she can remember, she's had memories that never happened to her deep within her head. Perhaps her time at Hogwarts will allow her to discover the answer behind these misplaced memories, but she finds bigger things going on. A mysterious girl named Farfelee in her year, the famed Albus Potter and Rose Weasley children leaving the school in their final year, and rumor of a strange man very interested about her in the nearby village of Hogsmeade, Ophelia may find that pursuing this mystery might lead to her utter demise.
Hello everyone! Welcome to what will be part one of an ongoing project of mine. Just a disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the world of Harry Potter, any elements of that world or any of its characters.
"I CAN'T LET YOU DO THIS!" One of them cries.
"OUT OF MY WAY! I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU!" yells a second.
"NO!" screams the third one.
But it was too late… It had already happened.
Ophelia awoke, her heart pounding. She shot upright from her bed, screaming at the top of her lungs. Her parents came rushing in, and the father hugged his screaming child, the eleven year old girl tightening her grasp on his shirt, tears plunging from her face. Her mother began to rub her back, as the father was taking the job of hugging, the mother could mostly just comfort by assuring her daughter of her presence and concern.
"I'm sorry," she whispered to her parents when it was all over. Ophelia always felt guilty during her panic attacks. She was adopted, so she always felt as though her parents didn't need to do any of this. But nevertheless, they comforted her, even when her attacks got frightfully worse.
It was early in the morning, and her parents had prepared a wealthy breakfast for her, as Ophelia could not go to sleep, not after having another experience like that. Today she would start her first semester at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her mother was already a witch, so it was just a happy coincidence when it turned out their adopted child had the magical gene in her as well.
"What if I have a panic attack in school?" she asked worriedly. "No one will comfort me!"
"Ophelia," said her mother. "If you ever do, that's why I'm giving you this." Her mother got out a small gift, and cautiously, Ophelia untied the ribbon keeping the lid on and opened the box. It was a looking glass that you could hold with one hand. Ophelia stared at the mirror, noticing that it did not return a reflection (if it did, she would see her short blonde hair, her pale skin, and her oddly grey eyes, which her parents told her was a very pale blue). Rather, it showed a view of the living room, fireplace and all.
"It's a two-way mirror," she said. "It's connected to one I've got down here. All you have to do is look into it, and you can see us, and we can see you. You can even talk to us through it."
Ophelia put it back in the box and put it with her luggage. After breakfast, she had one last sip of tea and readied herself to go.
At King's Cross station, Ophelia hugged her father goodbye, and her mother showed her how to gain access to Platform 9 ¾.
After getting onto the famed platform, Ophelia said goodbye to her mother, and went onto the train crowded with children.
Looking through the place, Ophelia found that there were no empty cars. So, she took to the first one she found that had an open seat.
"Um, sorry, but, is it alright if I sit down?" she asked the two people who took up the seats.
"Of course," one of them said. Ophelia quickly took her seat on the edge of the compartment, distancing herself from them, hoping to not be a bother. It seemed the boy and the girl did not mind, as they almost instantly introduced themselves in a friendly manor.
"I'm Sapphire Cornerstone," said the girl. "And this is my brother, Destrian."
"Pleasure," said the boy, Destrian.
Ophelia gave a little wave hello, and introduced herself. "My name's Ophelia Duvet," when the train began to move. All the children got to the windows, waving goodbye to their parents, the parents waving goodbye in return. Ophelia looked at her mother, as saw her fade into the distance before resuming her sitting.
"Is this your first year?" Sapphire asked Ophelia.
"Yes," she responded, almost in a whisper.
"It's our first year too," said Destrian. "What house are you hoping for?"
"Um, I'm not really sure. My mother was a Gryffindor, so perhaps that?"
"Our family's come from a long line of Hufflepuffs," said Sapphire.
"Well, except for Cousin Yorick. He was a Slytherin before he died," continued Destrian. "They say he was a bad person, but he doesn't sound too bad from the stories I've heard."
Sapphire disagreed. "He sounded dreadful to me."
"I just don't see what's so bad about Slytherin," said Destrian.
"It's not that he was Slytherin," argued Sapphire. "It's that he was a death eater."
"But he never killed anyone. He was just on Voldemort's side. Mum told me that he never even used an unforgivable curse. I bet he was just there because he had no choice."
The two continued their conversation, which Ophelia rather enjoyed listening to. She never had any siblings, adopted or familial through blood, but it seemed nice, always having someone to talk to, even if it was in the form of an argument. In this case, it very much seemed to be in the form of an argument.
Their conversation was silenced when a young girl their age entered. With red hair and no freckles, and dazzling blue eyes, she was a sight indeed. Even for her age she was rather pretty.
"Everywhere else is full," she said, before quickly plopping herself down in the seat across from Ophelia.
"Alright then," said Destrian before introducing themselves.
"Farfelee Blackwood," she responded with. Before they knew it, the siblings were continuing their conversation.
Hours passed, and Ophelia had eventually found herself comfortable enough to join in. She felt quite proud when she managed to get the two to laugh, but she noticed that Farfelee was merely looking at nothing, and seemed to be lost in thought. She didn't seem dismissive to the rest of them, she almost seemed to be ignoring them, in favor of thinking with a serious expression on her face.
After some time, they found themselves stopping in the dead of night.
Everyone got their luggage and exited the train, with all the older students heading towards some carriages on the road, while all the first years were heading towards a very tall man with a dark beard.
"All first years, this way!" he said. As they were all coming towards him, suddenly the extremely tall man was rushed at by two people, embracing him in a giant hug.
"Hello Hagrid!" one of them said joyously, an older girl with red hair and freckles.
"Well," said the man who Ophelia learned was named Hagrid, "if it isn't Rose and Albus! You two are head boy and head girl, shouldn't you be off leading the Gryffindors?"
"It's our last year," said Rose. "We've been here long enough to know that head boy and girl authority doesn't mean much."
Hagrid laughed. "Alright, I've got first years to attend to. You both be off, and tell yer siblings I say hi."
"We will," said the older brunette boy named Albus. The two ran off towards the carriages, before Hagrid turned back to the children.
"Everyone, get on a rowboat! You'll be sailing towards Hogwarts!"
The self-rowing boats (one of which Ophelia shared with the Cornerstones and Farfelee) made it to the shore, and everyone went upstairs, into the enormous castle that was Hogwarts.
"Hello," said a man who greeted them within. The man had large ears, and wore a robe that was surprisingly dirty, and he had a scar over one of his eyes, making him squint with that one. "My name is Professor Longbottom. I am the deputy headmaster here at Hogwarts," he explained to the children. "Beyond these doors are your fellow students. Dinner will be served soon, but before that, we're to have the sorting ceremony. We shall sort you into one of the four houses, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Throughout the year, you shall earn housepoints. Good deeds will gain them, and bad deeds will lose them. Whichever house has accumulated the most housepoints by the end of the year, wins the house cup. Now, let's begin."With that, he opened the doors in front of them, and lead them into the great hall.
There were hundreds of students looking at the first years walk through, and when Ophelia looked to the ceiling, she was astonished by the stars that shone on the top of the castle, and the floating candles that were as bright as the galaxies against the illusion of the night sky. Ophelia knew from her mother's stories that it wasn't truly the sky, but it was just as beautiful to look at.
In the front of the hall, beyond the four long tables, and in front of the fifth table for the professors, sat a stool. On the stool was a typical wizard hat, that began to speak through a rip in its fabric.
Not only that, but it began to sing of the four houses, how Gryffindor was brave, how Hufflepuff was kind, how Ravenclaw was smart, and how Slytherin was pure.
After this, Professor Longbottom stood with a large scroll in his hands, and began to read the names people who would go through the sorting ceremony.
Of course, there were many of each house, but Ophelia did not pay them much attention, until she heard the name 'Farfelee Blackwood' called.
The quiet but stern looking girl got up onto the stool, and had the hat placed on her head by Professor Longbottom, before it joyously called out "Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindors cheered (And Professor Longbottom himself was happy, as he had been a Gryffindor long ago during his time as a Hogwarts student), and two or three people went next before the name Destrian Cornerstone was called.
As he sat down, the hat was put on him, and it called out "Slytherin!"
With cheers from the Slytherin table, Sapphire was called up, and after it was placed atop her head, the hat sang out "Ravenclaw!"
When Ophelia's name was called, she felt her heart sink, as she nervously went up to the stool, feeling the hat be placed on her head.
'Hmm,' it said in her mind, which almost made her squeal, 'tricky tricky. You have your family's blood, and it says Gryffindor, but you don't know what to choose. It's settled then.' "Ravenclaw!" it burst out, and the Ravenclaw table cheered, as Sapphire welcomed Ophelia by allowing a seat next to her.
As the sorting hat began on a boy named Bishop Elvor (who was hesitantly sorted into Hufflepuff house), Ophelia thought over the sorting hat's ominous words. 'He said my blood. He didn't mean my mother. He meant my real parents…'
Ophelia had this thought constantly with her through the night, before going to bed in the Ravenclaw dormitory. When she felt a yawn come through her, she knew she would have to ponder over the thought more in the morning.