'I'm so stupid. Why did I just blurt that out?' She thought to herself.
Harry looked like a gaping fish out of water.
"Wha-but" he let out.
"That's who I've seen in the pictures" he whispered.
"Pictures" she asked him titling her head.
"There's pictures of a newborn wrapped in a pink blanket in my parent's room. I saw it and asked but they got emotional and I never really asked again" he said quietly.
"I-they" she stumbled her words.
"Let's checkout?" He offered.
"I only needed to grab some flour for my mom" he told her sheepishly.
She looked at her cart and nodded as she seemed to mainly got everything she needed. They walked to checkout in an awkward silence.
"I'll go to this one. If you want you can go to the other one and we can meet at the door?" She offered.
"Sounds fine to me" he shrugged. They went their separate ways and she went to lane 7.
Finally, after what seems like forever,she made it to the front of the line. She looked up and her face dropped. She let out a mental groan.
"I-what are you doing here" she whispered furiously to the 'cashier'
"I'm keeping a eye on my sister" he replied back in a 'duh' voice.
"Triton- for the love of-" she let out a groan.
"Im making sure you haven't been turned into a plant overnight" he dryly said
"You-"
"I'm just checking, dear sister of mine" he hummed.
"And you're total has rang up to be.." he told her smirking as he tapped the sign that said the amount.
"1 cent" he told her nodding.
"I- you know what. Here's one cent" she told him rolling her eyes but handing him the 1 cent as she looked around.
"Hm this seems to be fake" he told her nodding.
"Triton-"
"Just messing around" he laughed and rang her up.
"You've been hanging out with Hermes too much" she told him leaving the line.
She saw Harry waiting for her and walked a little faster.
"I'm sorry for springing that on you" she told him grimacing.
"It's okay. I kinda understand" he replied back to her smiling.
"We can go to my place and talk?" She offered.
He nodded and agreed. She looked around and forgot she didn't have a ride since Apollo left.
Harry saw her looking around and came to the conclusion she walked.
"I can take you to your home if you want?" He told her.
She nodded at him appreciatively and gave him her address. He nodded to himself and repeated it. He grabbed her arm and she looked back at him confused and suddenly they were at her house.
"What was that?" Ophelia demanded before she remembered Apollo went over everything in the wizarding world.
"Never mind" she signed before Harry could explain.
"How did you found out about your-our mom?" Harry asked her sitting down on the couch.
"My dad told me" she replied softly beginning to put the groceries up. She glanced at him and he looked confused.
"Your adopted dad?" He asked her playing with his hair.
"No- my biological dad" she told him without thinking.
"Bloody hell- you mean my dad isn't your dad?" He asked feeling like the air has been sucker punched out of him.
"I was born out of a affair" she told him walking towards him with a two glasses of water in her hand. She sat next to Harry and placed the other one near him.
Harry was shocked.
Well not really, kinda. You see, this isn't the first time this happened.
"So kinda like Jackson" he whispered to himself.
"Jackson?" Ophelia confusingly asked
"He's my Dad's son. But not my moms. She tries to treat him like one though. But his mom is a bit of a bitch" he explained to her as best as he could.
"We didn't even know he existed until he was 11" he added bitterly.
Ophelia looked out the window running her hand through her hair not sure what to say or do.
"I saw Remus and Sirius the other day" she told him looking over at him.
"Did they recognize you?" Harry asked leaning back looking at her.
"Yea, Remus recognized my name and I went out to eat with him and Sirius" she explained to him looking around for the remote.
"I always wanted another sibling- especially a sister" he told her grinning.
"I thought you said your Dad had a son?" She asked him furrowing her eyebrows when she still couldn't find the remote.
'Apollo must placed it somewhere' she thought to herself.
"Well-I don't really claim him as my brother. You see, he's a snotty absolute toe rag" he explained to her his eyes narrowed at the thought of him.
"But you seem better and actually friendly" he added.
"I hate snotty stuck up people" she snorted.
"Yeah- you wouldn't get along with Jackson" he added laughing.
"So where's your wand?" Harry asked her before she could say anything he went on to lecture her.
"You never know when trouble finds you- I mean bloody hell I could of been someone claiming to be Harry Potter" he told her, his brother instincts kicking in.
"I don't have any magic" she told him raising an eyebrow.
"Wha-so you're a squib?" He asked
"No-that word is ugly, I prefer the word non magical" she told him grinning.
"You're not wrong" he snorted
"That's why I was put in a orphanage or maybe it was because I was born from a one night stand." she mused looking out at the sun.
"That doesn't make any sense" Harry whispered.
"My parents aren't like that." Harry added furrowing his eyebrows.
"I'm going to ask them" he looked towards her determinedly nodding.
"When?" She asked tilting her head.
"Now." He asked and walked towards her fire pit looking back at her. Ophelia looked at him confused.
"I'm gonna go ask them and I think you should come with me" he told her softly.
"You want me to come with you?" She pointed to herself then him.
"Yes" he nodded grinning.
"You know what? What the hell? Why not?" She got up laughing and walked towards the fireplace.
They got in the fireplace and soon enough they were gone.
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