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Shoulders bumping into her while students ran past her to meet their friends in the Great Hall was a common occurrence by now. Smoothing down her school uniform Ophelia suppressed a sigh and took her steps into the Great Hall for another year at Hogwarts. She was used to being ignored, it was something she had learned to except rather fast, first in the orphanage and then in each foster family she had been part of before entering Hogwarts four years prior.
Even now during her summer holidays she was still invisible. Every year she would return to one of the group homes and leave it again at the end of summer, without anyone noticing her departure.
Having perfected her invisibility, Ophelia had learned secrets of the student body of Hogwarts most students wouldn’t want to get out. She knew of breaches in marriage contracts and betrothal contracts, secret relationships, friendships parents would not appreciate, drugs that passed through specific channels, who hated whom and who had a crush on whom, as well as the true nature behind Granger and Weasley always surrounding Harry Potter.
Ophelia felt bad for the boy. Now entering fifth year maybe she would get an opportunity to tell him all that she knew. Maybe she could step out of the shadows that hid her so perfectly.
She had grown up in the muggle world, but when she had entered Gringotts the first time, one of the goblins had requested her to come again with out supervision, which she had done. An eleven year old, suspicious girl sitting before a goblin in one of their offices, pricking her fingertip for a blood test, which revealed a lot more them either of them had guessed.
Being ignored constantly had it’s perks for Ophelia, and she had learned everything she could, everything that might help her in anyway.
Taking her seat within the group of fifth year Ravenclaws, Ophelia glanced over at the Golden Trio before turning towards the staff table. Eyeing the witch clad completely in pink with an uneasy feeling.
“This year, you have to make an approach, it will be easier to pry him from his friends”, Luna Lovegood’s voice was almost inaudible, if Ophelia hadn’t been used to the girl now next to her, she would have missed it.
“We can only hope”, Ophelia replied, just as silent as her friend.
The uneasy feeling grew while listening to Umbridges speech in the middle of Dumbledores announcement. This would not go well she could already tell.
Keeping an eye on the Gryffindor golden boy in the next two weeks, was harder than Ophelia would have thought until she ran into him one Thursday night, the second week back to Hogwarts.
She had listened to more single conversations between Granger and Weasley, which had made her become increasingly worried for the Gryffindor orphan.
Looking up into green eyes, a few black curls falling over his forehead hiding the famous scar, an almost defensive look in them, Ophelia gave him a small smile.
“Sorry”, she mumbled, lowering her head to pass by him, but a hand on her wrist pulled her to a stop.
“No, I am sorry”, the boy replied, his voice silent but strong, before letting go off her wrist.
“It is no problem, but it is close to curfew and the way back to the Gryffindor tower is rather far, so I won’t keep you”, Ophelia smiled politely once more.
“What is your name?”, the boy before her asked, his eyes narrowed and head cocked to the side.
“Ophelia Capellini, Mr. Potter”, she replied. It was the name she held at Hogwarts and had been given after birth, but not the official name on her birth certificate and noted down at Gringotts.
“Harry”, the dark haired boy mumbled.
“Can I help you with something?”, she asked after a moment, since the boy seemed insistent on blocking her way.
“Luna said, I should have a talk with you”, Harry mumbled after a moment of scanning their surroundings. Ophelia suppressed a sigh. Of course Luna would have her hand in this. That girl just had to tempt Fate every possible way.
“Find me in the Library tomorrow”, Ophelia replied, before squeezing past the dark haired boy, finally making her way to the Ravenclaw common room.
Harry watched the black haired girl retreat down the corridor.
When Luna had said he should talk to Ophelia before they had parted ways at the welcoming feast, Harry had almost dismissed the platinum blond, but he had given it a thought or two over the last two weeks. Having noticed something going on with Granger and Weasley (and no, those two weren’t truly his friends anymore, but if he suddenly cut ties with them he wasn’t sure what might happen), had made Luna's comment a lot more appealing.
The chance meeting in the corridor had not been Harry’s plan, but know he had a place to meet her tomorrow.
Her dark grey eyes still prominent in his brain, while taking another mental look at the girl. She was smaller than him, almost by a full head, had light alabaster skin, black tight curls, that reached her waist, the upper half pulled out of her face and secured with a hairpin, which looked sharp enough to do real harm. She was dressed in a perfectly fitted and expensive looking version of the school uniform, she owned a gorgeous pair of breasts (Harry allowed himself to be that crass), a perfect hourglass figure and high cheekbones Harry had only seen on the Slytherin pureblood before (to be honest only Malfoy had them).
How come he hadn’t noticed her before? Harry wondered while walking back to the Gryffindor tower.