We're the Weasleys || Weasley Next Gen

Chapter 9- Ophelia's POV

"Oi Chandler your mum dad still send you the prophet right?" I say to my friend after our flying lesson, I've got about fifteen minutes till my muggle studies class so Chandler and I are walking slowly towards my classroom.

Chandler looks at me, "I don't think you want to see this week's paper there Weasley. Nothing good in it."

"Yeah, just a whole article about my grandmother," I say casually. We make eye contact for a minute, "Isaiah Chapman said something about it to Cassie, really put her in a shit mood. I wanna know what it said."

Chandler stops and swings his backpack around to his side and rummages through it for a second. He pulls out the Daily prophet and hands it to me, "Page like four or something like that."

I flip through and open it to the page with my grandmother's face on it. She's stunning, looks just like my mother only... not? Mums always got a smile on her face and happiness in her eyes. In this picture, Bellatrix is laughing but her eyes are crazed, pupils dilated, evil. Pure evil. It sends shivers down my spine, her blood is coursing through my veins right now. Isaiah was right, Cass looks just like her. I skim the article, something about how her husband, Rodolphus, my grandfather, is still in Azkaban all this time later. There's no mention of mum or uncle Draco so I guess that's a good thing. There is mention of Narcissa and Lucius though, dunno how I feel about that one.

"Here take it back." I shove the paper into Chandler's hands.

"You sure you don't want Cass to see it? I mean..."

I cut him off mid sentence, "No definitely not, it freaks me out looking at that picture. I don't want to think what it would do to Cassie."

Chandler shrugs and stuffs it back into his bag.

Freddie and Lou come sprinting down the hall laughing and screaming, "Better get out of here Leah." Fred calls as he shoves past Chandler and I.

We look at each other before turning around and chasing after my brother and my cousin. Nearly as soon as we start running there's a loud BANG! and a sloshing sound like something just got doused in water or something. Fred and Louis are out of breath hiding in a side corridor that's only got a broom closet at the end of it.

"The hell was that?" Chandler says out of breath.

Louis laughs breathily, "Paint bomb, girls washroom." He doubles over and takes a couple deep breaths, "I've smoked far too many fags to run that fast."

Freddie laughs and pats him on the back, "You and me both dude."

I look at my brother with one of my eyebrows arched, "You smoke cigarettes now? Do mum and dad know?"

Freddie rolls his eyes, "If mum knew do you think I'd be standing here today?" We go quiet, a door swings open from down the hall and slams shut, followed by very aggressive sounding footsteps. We can hear someone muttering but we can't make out what is being said. The four of us plaster ourselves to the walls and hope that whoever it is doesn't see us there.

"Oh my god." Fred whispers. A girl marches past us doused head to toe in gold glitter paint looking absolutely furious.

Once she passes Louis hits Fred on the arm, "That was fucking Hannah Torres!" He says with a look of shock and utter happiness on his face.

Fred his Lou right back, "Don't you think I know that! Godric she's going to kill me."

"Who the bloody hell is Hannah Torres?" I say to the two boys. Chandler is standing awkwardly behind me just as confused as I am.