Ophelia ran off with Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Draco, and Blaise. They were all deciding what their gameplan would be.

"Hermione, Ron, go into the Chamber of Secrets. Take Tom Riddle's diary with you. Take a basilisk fang and destroy the diary." Ophelia's eyes perked up and looked at him.

"My father had a diary?" Harry nodded and handed it to her. Ophelia knew they had to hurry, so she quickly looked it over. She gave Harry a look of insanity after she had looked through the pages.

"It's empty, Harry." Harry sighed.

"It's a very long story, and I will tell you later." Ophelia sighed and nodded while giving the diary to Hermione.

"Alright, you two be careful. Go!" Draco yelled to Hermione and Ronald as they ran away to go do what was asked of them.

"What do we do now?" Blaise asked Harry and he thought for a moment. He looked toward Ginny, and then toward Draco and Ophelia. He then looked around them and sighed.

"Just, fight off as many as you can!" They all nodded and split up. Ginny and Harry went one way, Draco and Ophelia went another, and Blaise went on his own. They started taking down Death Eaters left and right. Ophelia was trying to not let her anger affect her so much, but the one thing she couldn't deny was that the angrier she got, the more powerful she became. She was angry because she didn't want to lose her friends. She tried casting spells that she knew wouldn't kill people. She had done it once out of anger toward Pansy, and to this day she is still filled with regret. She never wanted to fight Pansy, let alone fire that horrible curse at her. She swore that that was the last day she would ever do that to anyone. The only exception would be if anyone was harming her family and she had no other choice.

Ophelia and Draco were back to back. They were constantly firing spells at Death Eaters that came up to them. And even though the Death Eaters would purposefully avoid Ophelia, due to them finding out she is their Lord's daughter, she still attacked them anyway. This annoyed Ophelia, as she didn't want them to do what they were doing. She didn't want any "special treatment" due to her being Voldemort's daughter. She wanted everything to be a fair fight, not for them to purposefully miss her, or to just ignore her at all costs.

Ophelia was starting to become a little angry. The death eaters were not paying any attention to her, but to Draco. The person that they considered a traitor. Someone who needs to be dealt with. Not many people knew about the truce that Voldemort and Lucius had made, but the death eaters should have been told. Voldemort should have told them who was and was not off-limits.

And to Ophelia, Draco was one of those people.

Ophelia felt her anger bubbling inside her. And she knew anyone who was close to her could feel it too. Hell, she's sure her father can feel her anger. Draco looked at her and saw her face becoming red.

"Shit," Draco mumbled and pulled her closer to him.

"You'll be fine. Calm down, just take a deep breath baby. They're just trying to get under your skin." Ophelia nodded and Draco kissed her quickly before the continued fighting. The death eaters finally saw that Ophelia and Draco were a couple, and decided to leave them alone. Draco leaned up against the wall closest to him and was taking in quick, deep breaths. Draco was tired and tried to catch his breath. Ophelia wished she was tired because then it would show that she was actually fighting. She felt worthless right now.

"Draco, come on. We have to keep going," Draco nodded and quickly pulled himself together. The couple ran throughout the castle, taking out whatever death eaters they could. It was when they saw Ginny being attacked by Bellatrix di Ophelia lose her mind.

"Bellatrix!" Ophelia's voice became deeper and everyone looked at her in shock. Draco sighed and backed away from his love, knowing exactly that if he tried to interfere, he would end up in pieces.

"Go back to daddy," Ophelia shook as she screamed in anger. She pointed her wand at Bellatrix and fire started to come out of Bellatrix's end. Draco's eyes went wide and Molly gasped. Ophelia's fiendfyre grew larger as the seconds passed. Draco knew he would have to do something soon, but he couldn't figure out what. He didn't even know that Ophelia could perform this spell.

Voldemort felt his anger and decided to take a quick peek at what his daughter was doing. When he saw her fiendfyre larger than any other fiendfyre he has ever seen, he felt a surge of pride flow through him. He didn't know his daughter was capable of making a fiendfyre, and it only makes him believe that they are more alike than she believes.

Ophelia's fiendfyre got so big that Draco was worried. It was so large, when it hits the ceiling it has to curl on itself. Bellatrix gave Ophelia her signature stare, but they held a tiny bit of worry. She knew that since Ophelia was her lord's daughter, that she would be powerful. However, she didn't know the extent of that power.

Draco panicked as her fiendfyre was getting out of control, and quickly stepped in front of Ginny and Mrs. Weasley.

"Ophelia, you need to calm down!" Draco yelled out to her and Ophelia was sweating and crying.

"Ophelia, please, love. You need to breathe," Ophelia shook her head lightly.

"She went after Ginny," Ophelia choked on a sob, and the more she loses it, the more her spell gets out of control. Draco notices and fears for everyone's life.

"Yes, but if you don't control your fire, you will be the reason she dies, as well as me, Mrs. Weasley, all of our friends in here!" Ophelia glanced and tried to control her breathing. No matter how angry she was with Bellatrix, she knew Draco was right. She looked Draco in the eye and nodded slightly. Draco made his way to her and embraced her. He rubbed her back and she quickly pulled back her spell. Once the fire was gone Ophelia fell to the ground while sobbing.

"I'm not like him... I'm not!" Ophelia cried into Draco's shoulder and he kissed her head. Ophelia then felt very weak and could barely lift her hand. Bellatrix laughed and Moly pulled Ginny behind her once she had to once again block a spell from the evil witch.

"Not my daughter you bitch!" Molly then cast her spell and killed Bellatrix. Draco quickly picked up Ophelia and brought her outside the room they were in. They saw Neville kill Nagini and they smiled, knowing it would be over soon. Ophelia, Draco, Ronald, and Hermione made their way to the back of Harry and Voldemort fighting. They had their red and green spells hitting one another, a tether connecting the two spells in the middle of their fighting ring. Ophelia was worried about Harry, but she was also worried about her father. She wished he hadn't been such an evil man. She hated seeing her blood in pain. She wished it didn't have to end this way. Ophelia sheds a tear as she hung onto Draco. She knew that only one of them would make it out alive.

Ophelia gasped as the two got thrown from one another across the courtyard. They slowly made their way to their wands and they both stood. Harry performed his spell first and Voldemort just wasn't fast enough. Voldemort was struck and he groaned in agony.

"Daddy!" Ophelia screamed and held her arm out to Voldemort. Voldemort felt peace flow through him, knowing his daughter truly did love him. Draco pulled her back into him and she started to cry. Voldemort's body started to flake and fly up into the air. After another moment, his physical form was gone. Voldemort had died. Ophelia sucked in a breath of air and let it out shakily. She realized what she had said to Voldemort before he died, and started to silently cry. She didn't know why she had said it, but she felt like it was the thing she should have said. Harry, Hermione, Ronald, and Draco stared at Ophelia as she cried from her realization.

She truly did love her father, Lord Voldemort.

The group made their way back to the hospital wing after Harry broke the elder wand. That was when they saw the Weasley family huddled around someone. The family sobbed over Fred's body. Ophelia sobbed into Draco's chest at the sight of Fred. Draco shed a tear but tried to keep his composure. Harry and Hermione cried from afar while Ronald sobbed over his dead brother's body.

After everyone was done grieving, the group went down to the lake. They all laid down at the black lake and shed silent tears. Draco, Ophelia, and Blaise all knew that they wouldn't be able to see their parent's yet due to them still being on the grounds of Hogwarts. The rest of the Weasley family walked up to the lake and sat down with the group. Everyone sat in silence for a while before Molly spoke up.

"You three should get home. I'm sure your parents are worried about you." Ophelia nodded and sniffled lightly. The three stood up and looked at their friends.

"I hope we can see each other again soon," Ophelia said quietly. Hermione gave a sad smile and nodded.

"You guys are always welcome at the burrow." Ophelia smiled and shed a tear.

"You guys are always welcome at the Zabini Manor," Blaise said and Draco nodded. The three Slytherins apparated back to the Malfoy Manor first. They walked inside and Narcissa quickly walked into the room.

"Draco, Ophelia, Blaise, oh thank Merlin you all are alright!" She brought the children into a group hug and sighed. She then pulled away and gave them a serious look.

"The ministry is going to want to take you all in for a trial. You guys shouldn't have anything to worry about, but when they do come, please go willingly. Draco, they've already taken your father. He's waiting in Azkaban for his trial, but I doubt it will be like that for you three. He resisted, and they allowed me to stay here. They're watching the house, and most likely saw you three apparate here. Now, go stay at the Zabini Manor. They will most likely be there too soon, just, please be careful."

"We will, mum," Narcissa nodded and kissed Draco's head and hugged Ophelia tightly.

"You'll be fine," They nodded and apparated to the Zabini manor. The ministry wasn't there yet, so the three decided to go out to the garden. They laid on the ground and stared at the sky. There was some silence before Ophelia spoke up.

"What should we do now?" Draco sighed and pulled her into his chest.

"We wait,"

"With Zinzsy of course," Ophelia shot up and smiled.

"Zinzsy!" Ophelia ran up to her elf and hugged her. The pair got to talking while Blaise and Draco watched.

"You take care of her. You hear me, Draco? I don't want another fight like that between you two because you lost your temper." Draco frowned and nodded. No one really talked about that fight since it happened all those months ago.

"Yeah, that will never happen again. I can promise you," Draco stared Blaise in the eye as he said that and Blaise nodded.

"Good," Blaise sighed and laid down on the ground. Moments later they heard some cracking and immediately looked at the ministry members that appeared.

"Children. Come now. It's time to go," Ophelia frowned and hugged Zinzsy.

The trio stood and looked at the Auror's.

"Where do we go from here?" Ophelia asked. They put cuffs around her and she looked frightened.

"You, are going to Azkaban,"