Ophelia noticed that everyone had gathered to the front steps of the castle. She didn't understand what was going on, but when she saw the army of death eaters, she knew something wasn't right, especially when she saw Hagrid crying and carrying someone in his arms.

No, she thought. She didn't dare believe that it was Harry. She ran out and ended up at the side of her fellow classmates. Draco was right behind her as she screamed. She screamed in pain as she realized her friend was dead. She tried to run forward but Draco held her back.

"Harry!" As Ophelia screamed his name, Hermione, Ronald, and Ginny came out. Hermione cried silently, and Ginny was acting the same way Ophelia was. Hermione had to be held back by Ronald and ended up crying into his chest. Ginny was pulled back by her father, as she tried to run up to him. Ronald's lip trembled as he silently let out his own tears, as he saw his best friend's lifeless body.

Voldemort saw his daughter's reaction, and for a split second, he felt guilty for what he had done. He didn't know that Ophelia would get so upset. Draco glared at him as he tried to not let his own tears fall. Voldemort quickly fixed himself before he spoke to the people of Hogwarts.

"Harry Potter is dead. From this day forth, you put your faith, in me." Everyone stood silent as Voldemort walked toward his minions.

"Harry Potter is dead!" Many people started to murmur and cry silently. The death eaters laughed along with Voldemort.

Ophelia spat at him in anger. Voldemort looked at her as if she was insane. He then focused his attention on Draco.

"Draco, come. Join me and your family," Voldemort showed Draco his parent's and Narcissa frowned slightly. Lucius gave Draco a stare, silently telling him to 'get over here now'. Draco was torn. He didn't want to leave Ophelia, but he also didn't want either of them to get hurt. Knowing his father, he would try to hurt one of them to make him go to their side. Draco looked at his newfound friends and they gave him a look of sadness. They knew the turmoil going on inside him, and they knew they had no idea how to help him. Draco sighed as he saw his father get angry.

"Draco, come here, now," People could tell that Lucius was getting angry with his son. They were worried about what would happen to him if he didn't go. His father started to pull out his wand when he slightly panicked.

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"Alright, alright, just don't hurt her," Draco frowned and turned to Ophelia. Ophelia started to cry once again because she knew that one of them would get hurt if he didn't go. Draco kissed her head and squeezed her tight quickly before he slowly made his way over to Voldemort's side. Voldemort gave him an awkward hug. He then walked over to his parents and Narcissa quickly pulled him into her. Voldemort then looked over to Ophelia and she had started crying again.

"Ophelia, come join me," Voldemort held out his hand and she choked on a sob.

"No, I don't want to," Voldemort sighed and thought for a moment. Did he really want everyone to know that she was his daughter? Why did he suddenly care about her and who hates her and who doesn't?

"You have to," Voldemort quickly grew annoyed and Ophelia felt anger surge through her.

"I don't have to do anything you tell me to do," Ophelia had started to cry out of anger. Draco knew exactly what was going to happen, as well as her family and the Malfoy's. They all looked at one another and gave each other wary looks.

"Ophelia Quinn Riddle," Voldemort's tone was one of warning. Ophelia's eyes widened and she stepped backward. Everyone started to murmur.

"Who is Riddle? Your father's last name?" Neville asked and Ophelia let silent tears fall.

"Yes," Ophelia whispered and took in a shaky breath. Voldemort wrote out with his wand 'I am Lord Voldemort', then swiped at it, and it spelled out his real name.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle," Harry let his head fall. Even though he knew, now everyone knew. Everyone gasped and quickly left her side as if she had the plague. Ophelia grew enraged that her father had caused everyone to hate her.

"You will join me, Ophelia. Join your father," Ophelia shook as she cried.

"I will never join you. You aren't my father, Mr. Zabini is. He raised me, he and my mother protected me from you, and they made me the woman I am today. I have told you many times of me being essentially your captive for the past few months. I don't care if you killed Pansy to save me, I don't care if it is expected of me to be on your side. It doesn't help that I am also in Slytherin, it doesn't help that I speak parseltongue, it especially doesn't help that I am just like you in so many ways. I don't care if people hate me because I'm your child, hell, I even hate myself. No, I hate everyone around me that backed away because they know I am nothing like you, and I even proved that to them." Ophelia took a pause to take in a breath and continued.

"If anyone thinks I would ever join you, they have never been more wrong. In case no one noticed, as soon as there was a hole in the forcefield, I left to join and help my friends. I save Fred from a death eater, I asked Neville if he was okay, I ran up to Hermione make sure she was okay. And that is one thing I will always have, and something you will never get," Ophelia had started crying and looked over to Harry. She saw him move and she felt a surge of happiness flow through her. She looked her father in the eyes and spoke one word before Harry flew out of Hagrid's grasp.

"Love," Voldemort felt a pang in his heart and turned around as everyone cheered as Harry was still alive.

And that is when the Battle of Hogwarts had begun once again.