Year 7 || 1997

She spent the summer recovering before she, and the others, were to board the Hogwarts express for their last year at Hogwarts. She kept her status as Head girl, surprisingly.

As she was making her hourly rounds through the train, she saw Hermione Granger staring at her.

"Why didn't you fight?" Hermione asked as Ginny, no- as Ophelia stopped in her compartment.

"Underage."

"Others still fought."

"You try winning a war stuck inside your own head!" Ophelia hissed before she stormed out to find Hesper. Mudbloods and their incompetence.

Ophelia showed the first years their way to the dorm along with her seventh year male prefect Evan Travers

"So little Lucifer got a name change?"

"Just a small embrace of my true nature. You know how it goes."

"Sure do, good luck Lia!" Evan, previously Danny Dibbens, called as he went to sit next to his boyfriend Cyrys Rosier.

Just as she walked into the great hall at the end of that week, she was confronted by Granger.

"You need to see a mediwitch." She exclaimed it quite loudly, catching the attention if many of the students

"You need to stay out of my business." Ophelia hissed before she pushed past the older girl and towards her table.

"You're not okay!" Hermione yelled, gathering the entire Hall's attention.

"Shut up." Ophelia turned and glared at her.

"You are suffering from something! Multiple personality, Stockholm's, something!" Hermione stepped forward in what seemed to be concern, and almost the entirety of the Slytherin house held their breath. The rest of her year stood to pull Ophelia back, the Gryffindors doing the same in motive of backing Granger up.

"Stay out of my business and stop accusing me of things! They Don't even make sense!" Ophelia yelled back before she was shocked into a silence along with the rest of the hall.

Tears welled up in her eyes and her bottom lip wavered significantly as the teachers began to rise.

"How dare you." she whispered before running past her and to the last place she saw her best friend.

"We all know Luna went to find you and never came down, Ginny we all know you killed her!"

The Twins found her in the Astronomy tower a few hours later, holding a charred tiara and her wand so tightly that it might've broken.

"I hid it. I burnt it, but I didn't want them to take it. Does that make me bad?" she asked and it felt as déjà vu, like she was asking Sirius about her father all those years back, like she was still an innocent little girl. "I wanna go home." she sobbed.

It was the first time she had said it aloud, only ever keeping her opinions to herself, but this was too much. She didn't kill Luna.. Did she?

"Miss Black? Can you hear me?" It was Poppy, the nurse, but Ophelia was stuck between sobs and screams, she couldn't answer. She didn't want to.

Stepping out of the fireplace, Ophelia winced as she was pulled into a hug by none other than Molly Weasley. She looked around and noticed Ron and Harry with baby Teddy, Sirius was chatting with Remus and Arthur, and her eldest brother was staring at the floor. It wasn't right, he should be laughing with George, but George didn't laugh anymore.

"Ginny?" they were all staring at her. Why were they staring? Was she supposed to say something?

"Ophelia actually. Where's Kreacher?"

"Gin, Er- Ophelia.. We asked what happened at Hogwarts? Why did they send you back?"

Ophelia stared in front if her as Hermione's words echoed in her head.

"I don't know. Where is Kreacher?" a small pop sounded and the usually vile elf appeared, shying back as Ophelia blinked.

"Mistress be calling for Kreacher?"

"Get da's room ready, I want to stay there."

"Of course mistress."

They let her walk out of the room without trouble, but she noticed the looks they sent her and each other. As she entered her fathers room, she leaned on the door to the hall and slid down with a blank face. "I wanna go home."

"Well where is home?"

It was a dusty portrait that she wouldn't have noticed if it didn't speak up. Regulus Black in his prime, before he was marked and just after she was born. They spent hours upon hours talking before she plucked up the courage to ask.

"Where's momma?" a simple, yet such a complex question.

"If everything went off without a problem, I'd expect her to be in a small manor on the Isle of Man, just a little ways from Port Erin." She was so close. Why didn't she come back?

Sirius nearly cried when he saw the portrait. He hadn't gone into his little brother's room in over a decade, not since he ran away the first time. Now she was giving the brothers some well deserved space as she lounged in the stairs. Even now she heard the voice calling.. She wanted to go home.

Adrian arrived the next day, and Ophelia jumped onto him and didn't let go. He ended up carrying her up the stairs to her room where he officially met Sirius and the portrait of her father. It was nice, three Slytherins and a Gryffindor getting along for once. After Sirius left, Adrian and Ophelia walked a floor down to the room George was in. It was the same one that she shared with them when Granger annoyed her. Adrian began to explain his very important Quidditch job as a chaser and Ophelia sat there, holding his hand and letting him lean on her. She knew what it was like to be trapped in a blank space.

Granger came back only to glare at her and apologize through gritted teeth. Ron refused to talk to her, and Harry was torn between trying to be polite and trying to follow his friends opinions. Adrian had left, she hadn't worked up the courage to talk to Bill, and she didn't want anything to do with Molly Weasley. None of that even mattered, because when she went to visit George two weeks after she started to sit with him, he snapped and yelled at her to get out, to stop coming back, to go back to killing her friends. Everyone in the house heard him, and Ophelia ran to her room with tears in her eyes.

She covered her fathers portrait and put up silencing wards before she let herself break. She screamed bloody murder and threw her books, she even punched a mirror on the wall before she slid down to the floor and stared at the cracks emptily. When did home stop feeling like home? She was so completely done that she hadn't noticed the curtain had fallen or that her father was calling her name in an almost hysterical fashion. It took him calling the other portraits to get Sirius to open the door before anyone realized anything was wrong.

Ophelia stopped talking again, but this time the whole house felt the effect. Sirius was worried about what was happening, he wanted her to laugh and yell and complain just as she had with him before. George didn't hear her voice calming him down after he broke over and over again, and another heavy load of guilt fell on his shoulders. Bill was reminded of the last thing she had told him, constantly replaying the message in his head. Molly simply glared at her, fully believing it was her that killed poor little Luna Lovegood.

Draco offered her to stay with him and Cissy, but she didn't even respond to that. It took weeks for them all to get to Grimmauld Place, and when they did they were upset that she didn't even smile.

"Oh come off it Lucifer, get over here and give me a hug" Marcus Flint and Gemma Farley both opened their arms and shoved the other before the group surrounded Ophelia in a tight embrace. They each whispered a reassuring comment and special punishment for whoever said otherwise. Weasley, Granger, and Potter glared at the group, but Ophelia sat with them the whole night, watching cheesy muggle films and eating all the muggle and wizard candies they could get. Maybe her home was her house.

"Ginerva Lucretia Lynwood Weasley, you stop acting so childish this minute!" Molly screamed at her the next morning as she silently walked into the kitchen and sat down. "You will go to poor Xeno's house this afternoon and formally apologize to him for his grief along with a written letter!" She attempted to scold Ophelia into doing what was 'right' and Granger nodded along proudly. Everyone else though, they were inching away from the growing tension in the room.

"Ginny isn't here right now, try again never." Ophelia spoke after weeks of silence, chilling the entire room as her voice showed to be raspy and scratchy.

"What nonsense are you pulling now?!" Molly asked enraged at being made a fool of as Arthur tried to stop Molly from ranting.

"Ginny isn't here, she's dead. Don't try again, she wants to stay that way." It was the single sentence that sent the room into a shocked silence.

"What are you talking about?" Bill whispered hoarsely.

"She was tired of feeling the desolation. Especially after they accused her of killing Luna, that was the breaking point." Ophelia explained it simply.

"If your not Ginny then who are you?" Granger asked disbelieving, "And who killed Luna then?"

"I'm Ophelia Lucretia Black, and who other than Tom killed Luna?" silence shook the house, left it quaking as Potter paled dramatically and Ophelia rose to return to the room that she was sharing with all the other still slumbering Slytherins. "He always did like Ginny best Potter, or didn't you know?"

Ophelia was right in a way, Ginny did 'die' once Granger accused her of killing Luna, but her 'death' started long before that. It started when she first woke up.

It was subtle silence as Ginny processed her surroundings. She was still on the Astronomy tower, but this time she was staring at the two bodies that littered the ground. One she recognized as Nott Sr. while the other was- oh lord,

"Luna!" she cried as she leaped off the edge of the Tower opening from where she looking out at the battle.

Blood pooled around her blonde friend, tainting her hair as Ginny lifted her off of the ground and tried to wake her up.

"Luna? Oh- What happened LuLu? Lu! Wake up Lu! Please! Please wake up! I need you to be okay, please be okay!" Ginny sobbed and screamed and fought everything in her bones, praying to every god that her friend would wake up.

I tried to save her Ginny, You know I did. We killed Nott, all my forces were ordered to leave your friends alone, you know that.

The damned Tiara kept yapping, kept justifying her little sister's death, but Ginny just wanted to shut it up, shut Tom up.

"This wouldn't have happened if I had just let them take you! this is all my fault. Luunaaa!" Ginny Screamed once more as she felt herself break away from her body. She numbly stood and grabbed the Tiara, ignoring Toms' protests and cast Fireyend, watching as Tom burned and she changed, the sadistic smile Tom once occupied grew onto Ginny as she faded away, a blank look in her now blood red eyes.

It didn't process that she wasn't to blame for Luna's death ever, but soon enough she would be blaming herself for the demise of the small blonde Ravenclaw that always warned her about the Nargles. It didn't matter then. Ginny was gone, Painting with her pinks and yellows in her blank space, drawing and smiling, laughing with a carefree attitude that she lost at such a young age. She wasn't coming back.

The memory was left there when Adrian Pucey, boyfriend and soon to be fiancee (he hoped) of Ophelia Black, woke up. Ophelia on the other hand was long gone. They all looked for her in the house, but it wasn't until Sirius ordered Kreacher to tell him where his niece was did they find out. She was on Isle of Man, looking for Elizabeth. Hermione Granger was mortified when she, along with the entirety of the house, saw the memories and shut herself in the guest room she was staying in. Molly sat numbly in the kitchen and George actually left the apartment. He never came back.

Ophelia had left right away and made it to the isle in a day thanks to the Knight Bus. she had spent three days in an inn at Port Erin as she explored the cliffs for wards before she found something. So here she was, miles apart from her home with a singular backpack, on the door of some stranger with an apparent glamour on her that she knew nothing about.

She raised her hand and hesitated, trying to work up the nerve to knock on the wooden doo-

"Can I help you?" a voice came from behind her.

Turning, she saw a boy about her age dressed in casual clothes with black hair, dark eyes, and light skin. looking at him she could see the clear resemblance to her father, and she stuttered for a bit before she could get her words out.

"I'm looking for Elizabeth Sayre. I.. I know I don't look it but i'm her daughter."

Hate on me all you want but this is the last chapter seeing as it was supposed to be her Seventh year.

"But who was that boy!? You can't leave us hanging like that!"

Well then you'll have to wait and vote! there are two options here;

1. a similar build to this story in the Boy's point of view meaning it will be seven chapters with the same, if not similar, years to this story.

2. A sequel in Ophelia's point of view which will most likely start at her 'homecoming' to Grimmauld place and have flashbacks or something along the lines

Vote in the comments and ill see what you guys like more but for now, it's time to depart!

it was fun writing for you all! -{PennedWriting}