She wlaked slowly up the spiral staircase to the headmasters's office. She had a horrible feeling this was about her attempt to take her own life because of her parents' death.

"Hello Ophelia," he welcomed warmly, "Please, take a seat." She sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. next to her was a brilliantly red bird perched on a stand. it crooned a soft song that was rather eerie as it preened itself.

"I understand you were transferred here to stay away from the memory of your parents death?" He asked. Ophelia looked down and nodded. "I was told by your aunt that that isn't the only reason you came here."

"Yes sir." She said, "There is one other reason."

"And what may that be?" he asked. Ophelia knew Dumbledore knew what it was, but he wanted to hear her say it.

"I...I tried to kill myself shortley after my parents' death." she said quietly. Dumbledore put a comforting old hand on her shoulder.

"I want to assure you, Ophelia, that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask of it. Even if it isn't magical assistance. I'll have you know I have a degree in Wizarding Psychiatry, and would be happy if you agree to a greif counselling session once a month to see how you are doing." He said. Ophelia couldn't do anything but agree.

"Good, now take off your robe and let me see your arms." He said softley, but with athority. Ophelia slipped off the black robe with the green Slytherin emblem on it to reveal both of her bare arms. Light pink scars covered them, but the most visible were the ones at her wrists. "I tried to bleed myself to death," she explained, "But it didn't work as fast as I wanted it to. My aunt walked in the bathroom as I was lying on the floor, passed out. The doctor at the wizard hospital we went to did a spell to put more blood in my body. The rest took time to heal, but all the wounds are fine now." she finished with a small sob, the memory of everything was still gnawing at her mind.

"Your mental wounds will take much longer to heal though," Dumbledor said, "I can tell you are still very much depressed, and I promise you, I will always help you so long as you let me. Now go to your first class and have a wonderful time at Hogwarts." He smiled fondly at her as she set off to her first class, Potions.

When she got there she was happy to see that Draco saved a seat for her. "Hey Ophelia, Sit here." He invited. She quickly bound to the empty seat near the front as the potions master, Snape, watched her. She timidly set down her bag and pulled out her potions textbook, wishing his is would avert to someone else.

Her prayers were answered.

Snape began to yell at a redheaded boy and his freind with glasses as he took away a peace of parchment they were passing back and forth to each other. Ophelia automatically recognized the boy with glasses as the notoriouse Harry Potter, who was known to have defeated Voldemort as only an infant. She nudged Dracos arm.

"Is that Harry Potter?" She whispered. He nodded.

"Yea, but he's not that great. Him and I have this hate thing going on between us. Our first year I offered to be his freind, but he declined because he already had Weasly and Granger at his side." He explained. Ophelia nodded and assumed Weasly was the redhead as she started mixing together a potion Snape read from a book. The rest of the day she had all her classes with Draco, except for History of Magic, where she quickly befriended a Ravenclaw named Luna Lovegood. She was an odd character, but they got along great together.

Luna and Ophelia walked to the great hall for dinner together. Along the way Luna asked, "Ophelia, your name is rather long, do you have a nickname i could call you by chance?"

Ophelia nodded, "Back home, everyone called me Lia. You can too if you want." She replied. Then they took their seperate ways as Ophelia sat in her usual spot next to Draco.

"So, your nicknames Lia?" Draco asked in between mouthfulls of potato soup.

"Yea, were you eavsdropping on Luna and I's conversation?" She replied, giving him a look of false anger, he laughed.

"Well I'm always up for whatever Luna has to say, she's a nut."

"She is NOT a nut! I find conversations with her very interesting." Ophelia retorted.

"Whatever," Laughed Draco, "Is it okay if I call you Lia?"

"Sure, Draco." his name tingled down her tounge and tickled her lips. By saying his name it was like an invisible contract sealing their friendship. They ate the rest of their dinner in happy silence. Draco again walked her to the dormitor

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I can't believe I've only been here a day, but I'm falling for him anyways. Ophelia thought to herself as she lay in her bed, trying to sleep. I don't even know his middle name, or his favorite color, or whatever else I need to know about him.

But those eyes are amazing...

She slept the rest of the night dreaming of the green eyes that have seem to have planedt themselves into her mind.
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A/N; I hope you like it so far :D Please comment about the first two chapters! All characters and whatever else belong to J.K Rowling, not me :)