Someone will die before the battle at Hogwarts at the Malfoy Manor.

As the weeks went by, they turned into months. More of the Horcruxes had been found, and Voldemort had grown weaker in the past few months and Ophelia was torn on how to feel. She somehow cares for her father, but at the same time, she wants nothing to do with him. The only reason Ophelia has stayed in the Malfoy Manor for so long is because of Narcissa and Draco. Her family apparates back to their manor every night, and come back every morning to eat breakfast with her.

Ophelia and Draco kept practicing their spells together to help strengthen one another. They would meet up in the garden and practice their spells on the dummies that they had. Blaise started joining them not too long after they first started.

Harry, Ron, and Hermoine are now going through Aberforth's passageway. They are on their way to Hogwarts. The battle will soon begin at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Many people will die; friends, family.

Voldemort continued to watch his daughter practice. He admired how far she had come with her spell casting, and he was very proud of his daughter. Narcissa was proud of both Draco and Ophelia. She was glad that they have been able to work through their problems. All she wanted was for her son to be happy with someone he loves, not someone he is forced to be with. Narcissa was is still thrilled that it was Ophelia who he chose to be with. Lucius didn't really mind her at this point, he was glad that the heir of Voldemort was with his son. One thing he hated though, was that she wasn't a pureblood. However, her being Voldemort's daughter made up for the fact.

Currently, Ophelia, Draco, and Blaise were all practicing their spells. They were in a circle and were constantly throwing different spells at a training dummy.

"Reducto!" Ophelia yelled out as she threw her spell at the dummy. It turned into dust and Draco was very happy for her.

"Good job, love." Draco kissed Ophelia's head and she smiled. Pansy was debating on what to do. She didn't know if she wanted to use a potion or a spell. She observed as Bellatrix, Voldemort, and Ophelia's parents walked over to the group.

"Good job, honey! I'm proud of you." Mrs. Zabini hugged Ophelia and she gave her mother a wide smile.

"Thank you, mom." Ophelia was more than pleased that she made her mother happy. She spotted Bellatrix and went a little stiff. Bellatrix scoffed and sighed.

"I'm not going to kill you, you're too important to my lord." She had given her a scowl and glanced at Voldemort when he spoke.

"Yes, you're much more powerful than you think. We need people like that with our death eaters." Ophelia was about to, once again, state that she would never join him when they heard an angry scream.

"I'm done! I'm sick and tired of her being 'so important'! She isn't! She's worthless and a disgrace to the Slytherin house! She has no right being with a Pureblood since she isn't even one!" Pansy screamed from the top of the stairs that led to the garden. Ophelia shook her head and scoffed quietly.

"Parkinson, you've been told over and over again. She is the daughter of the Dark Lord. She is more important than any of us here. It is of high importance that she joins us, as well as survives. As for Draco, we never would have paired you two together. At first, we were thinking about one of the Greengrass children, but when we found out Ophelia and Draco were together, as well as whose child Ophelia was, there was without a doubt that they would stay together. No matter how many tantrums you have, nothing will ever change." Lucius commented and Ophelia had to bite her tongue to not argue with him. He was defending her in a way, and she somewhat appreciated it. Pansy was fuming and started to laugh. Draco grabbed Ophelia and put her behind him. Blaise got on the other side of Draco to cover Ophelia. The adults had backed away, and the Parkinson family had tried to get to their daughter before she lost her mind entirely.

"If I can't have Draco, then no one can!" Pansy brought out her wand and pointed it toward Draco. Ophelia's eyes went wide and she quickly went in front of Draco and brought her wand out. Ophelia and Pansy yelled out their spells at the same time.

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"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Their spells had met in the middle and a green and red line had met to create a ball of light in the middle. Voldemort was astounded. He was surprised as the last time this had happened was with him and Harry. Everyone was worried but proud of Ophelia to not stay behind her family and watch as Pansy could have killed Draco. She took action and was brave.

Ophelia's spell had pushed forward and was getting closer to Pansy. Pansy groaned and pushed her energy into making her spell fly toward Ophelia. The spell was very close to Ophelia, but she didn't panic. She put everything she had into pushing away Pansy's spell, and Pansy was becoming irritated.

"Just, die already!" Pansy's voice became strained as she tried to focus her energy on talking, yet keeping her spell intact. Ophelia struggled a little, but as each moment passed, she felt herself becoming stronger, yet weaker at the same time. There was a balance of sorts. A see-through barrier had covered the girls and balls of light flew around Ophelia. To Ophelia's right, a beautiful woman with brown hair and eyes stood. Ophelia glanced at the woman, and her heart swelled. She knew this woman somehow, and even without getting to know a single thing about her, she knew exactly who she was. Ophelia let tears slide from her eyes as she spoke.

"Mother?" Ophelia's mother gave her a small smile. She nodded and had glanced at Ophelia's left. Another ball of light had left the middle and settled on the other side of her. Ophelia glanced over and gave the man a confused look. He had brown hair, a strict face, yet it softened when he looked at her.

"Who are you?" Ophelia was still crying when the man spoke.

"My name is Tom Riddle. I am your father." Ophelia was confused and shook her head.

"No, Voldemort is," Ophelia started to concentrate more about protecting herself and her family, but listened to the man as he spoke again.

"Yes, that is me. I used to look like this but gave up this form and spirit as I had transformed into what you see today. This side of me has been dead for a long time, and it will never be coming back." Ophelia glanced at Tom and shed more tears as she realized this man's words were true.

"Why are you here?" Ophelia asked as she continued to push away Pansy's spell of death. Her parents knew that she was talking to both of them.

"Because we love you. We wanted to let you know you are loved, and you are important, but in more ways than one. Not because you're the daughter of the Dark Lord, but because you are kind, and you have so much love inside you. That is what makes you special." Ophelia's mother commented and Ophelia tried hard to stop her sobs.

"Darling, it's okay. Let go," Ophelia bit her lip and drew blood. She wasn't ready to say goodbye to the mother she never met.

"I never even got your name," Ophelia's pain flowed through her wand, and she found herself winning the battle against Pansy.

"Aurora, my love. Now please, let go!" Aurora pleaded with her daughter.

"Let go, my child," Tom spoke and after another moment of fighting, she screamed and turned away from the spell so she wouldn't get hit. Pansy was thrown backward and into the wall of the Manor. The spirits of Ophelia's mother and father retreated and created a smokey area. Ophelia was panting and laying on her stomach. Draco ran over to her to hold her in his arms.

"Ophelia?" Draco moved her hair from her face and she weakly looked up at her love.

"I'm fine, just tired," Ophelia whispered and Voldemort had walked over to her. He was in the utmost shock, and he didn't know what to say. All he wanted to know was if his daughter was okay. When he saw the state of Ophelia, he immediately turned to the Parkinson's.

"You know what must be done." Mrs. Parkinson started to sob and plead for Voldemort to have mercy of some sort. Voldemort walked over to Pansy and she was just waking up from being unconscious. Nagini followed quickly behind Voldemort and waited for his command.

Pansy was scared for her life. She wanted to kill Draco so no one could have him. She didn't want to fight Ophelia.

"Please," Voldemort looked over to Nagini and spoke to her in her language.

'Kill her,' Nagini hissed and got into her striking position. Pansy tried to get up but before she could, Nagini had started to strike her. Nagina struck Pansy about ten times before she stopped so her lord could kill the child.

"I gave you many chances, Parkinson. And you failed to listen. Therefore, you must die," Pansy's breathing was ragged and before she could speak, Voldemort had cast his spell.

"Avada Kedavra!" A split second later, Pansy's lifeless body laid on the steps of the Malfoy Manor. And Ophelia had watched. She watched as her father took matters into his own hands and killed Pansy. She watched Mrs. Parkinson sob next to her daughter's body. She saw the relief on Draco and Blaise's faces. She saw the pity on Narcissa's face. She also saw the relief on her parent's faces.

As Voldemort turned to face his daughter, she let out a breath and closed her eyes.

Ophelia had finally passed out from her fight with Pansy.

And someone had died before the battle had even begun.