Ophelia Miller has yearned to see her younger brother once again. She failed to keep her word to protect him during the battle of Hogwarts, and felt that overwhelming guilt on her shoulders everyday; but never expected to see him in anything other than pictures.

Harry Potter, also known as the chosen one, was paraded around the school after his duel with Voldemort. Never mind all the death he caused that night with many of her fellow Slytherins among them. In vengeance, Sylvia came up with a mischievous plan to steal the deathly hallows that the man came to possess and succeeded. There was more suffering Harry would face, but that could wait for later.

The three items now sat in Ophelia's lap and wondered how much time she had before someone realized they were missing. Once they did, they would assemble numbers she couldn't face on her own but she could figure that part out later. She tossed the wand and cloak to the side, and examined the stone.

The object was pure black, and was in the form of small three dimensional diamond. At the heart of it laid a flat symbol of the deathly hallows. Ophelia tossed her silky long black hair over her shoulder, and turned the stone thrice in her hand causing a swirling mist to come out of the stone. It resembled a human form and stood before her.

"Will?" She nodded stiffly. Her brother's ocean colored eyes, the same shade as her own stared her back in the face. His tousled chestnut colored was sticking up in many directions, just as it always did when he was alive.

"Ophelia. You know you don't have to act that way around me." His playful grin, which never failed to make her smile, was plastered all over his face. Ophelia reached to hug him but her arms went through his "body".

"No. Why isn't it working?" Ophelia examined the stone closely.

"It won't work. I can come back and talk to you, but I'm not able to physically interact with this world." Will looked curiously around the room. "Where are we?"

"Don't you remember? We used to come here over the summer quite a few times. You were very young." Ophelia walked out of the room and her brother followed. "We used to be a happy and normal family before Voldemort came knocking; I was only four at the time. And the only reason he assembled an army is because of Harry Potter." she felt something change inside her. The happiness she felt from seeing her brother was washed away, to be replaced with anger and darkness.

"Ophelia?" Will frowned.

"Could I bring...Voldemort back with this stone? I need to have a little conversation with him."

"I don't know. Nobody's seen him in the world I stay in." Will shrugged and took a seat. Or at least — tried to. He ended up falling through it and ended up on the floor. "I'm good I'm good." He laughed and picked himself up.

"So you can go through chairs but not floors?" Ophelia raised an eyebrow.

"Apparently. I mean this is a first for me. Visiting this world I mean."

"I must speak with Voldemort. You shouldn't be here for this." Ophelia walked close to him.

"Ophelia wait. Don't try to avenge me or our family. Don't be like his followers." Will warned, all traces of humor gone.

"How can I? Think of all he's done."

"Ophelia please. Promise me you won't." Will looked into her eyes desperately.

"I can't." Ophelia said and dropped the stone. She turned away from his disappointed gaze as he turned into a mist again, and floated back inside. "I'm sorry brother." she whispered.

Ophelia picked up the stone again and walked back to her room she had grown quite fond of. Immediately she went over to the bed and tucked the wand away in her black robes. She held the stone in her hand and flipped it.

"Who dares to summon me?" A man with medium length black curly hair and brown eyes snarled as he started to take human form.

"You're Tom Riddle? The man before you became Voldemort."

"Yes."

"Do you even recognize me?" Sylvia scoffed.

"No. How did you come in possession of this stone? Potter has it last and if you're summoning me of all people you wouldn't be on his side."

"That doesn't matter. My name is Ophelia Miller. And you ruined my family." Sylvia clenched her jaw.

"Miller?" Tom racked his memory trying to remember the family name.

"You're unbelievable. Anyways, I need you to help me."

"And why would I do that?"

"How else can you harm Harry Potter while you're dead?" Ophelia hadn't forgiven Voldemort, but he would be useful in her desire to avenge her brother.

"I suppose that's true. What do you need?"

"How can I defeat Harry Potter?" Ophelia demanded.

"If I knew that the war would've been over seventeen years ago." Tom rolled his eyes at her daftness.

"But you know about him. What's his weakness?"

"Hurt the people he views as innocent. Especially the ones closest to him."

"How? Then I would have to capture them, and either way I don't want to hurt other people." Ophelia's brow furrowed.

"You're weak!" Tom spat. "Let me go back to my world. There's no hope for you."

"I'm weak? At least I'm trying to get revenge. The rest of us are cowering in their homes, or reside hopelessly in Azkaban."

"You can have no weakness! Thank God your brother died or you would be just like Potter. You'd do anything to keep him safe even if that meant sacrificing your own life."

"Don't you mention my brother. His death was your fault! This is all for him!" Ophelia felt her heart start to beat faster in her chest.

"Yes and I suppose he wanted you to do this too?"

"Well — he'll see how beneficial it was for my closure at the end of all this. I don't need you anymore. Goodbye and I hope you rot wherever you are." Ophelia tossed the stone on her bed and began to pace.

She convinced herself that what she was about to do is what Will wanted, and he'll be proud of her when the deed is done. But who else could she talk to? Someone who is good at planning how to capture people.

Then it struck her.

Sylvia turned the stone three times in her hand again, and a woman figure began to form.

"Bellatrix." Ophelia said curtly.

"You're apart of that Miller family aren't you? Why didn't your parents fight on the front line?" Bellatrix looked down at Sylvia disdainfully.

"Nice to see you too. And at least they fought to the end and didn't run away like the Malfoy's, which I seem to recall are related to you." Ophelia shot back.

"What do you want?"

"Help me plan how to capture Weaslette and Granger."

"And why would I do that?"

"You get to affect the real world and hurt Harry Potter even though you're dead." Ophelia sighed as Bellatrix had the same arrogance as Voldemort did. They both wanted an incentive even though they were both dead.

"I suppose I could consider it." Bellatrix paused as if in thought. "Okay. I'll help."

"We have to move quickly. Don't have long before someone realizes the deathly hallows are missing." Ophelia tapped her foot impatiently.

"So impatient. You have to come up with a way to capture them first."

"Aren't you helping?" Ophelia asked.

"I can give a few pointers."

"What are they?"

"Become Harry, and take the two for a surprise. Then appear in this room, tie them to the chairs you already have ready, and put up anti apparition charms."

"It's that simple?" Ophelia frowned.

"Yes. This isn't defeating the dark lord we're talking about." Bellatrix rolled her eyes. Ophelia wanted to point out that the dark lord was already defeated, but thought better of it.

"Well how to I turn into Harry? I don't have one of his hairs, and it'd take ages to brew the potion anyways."

"Ever heard of a glamour charm?"

"Yes. How do you do it? I've never learned how."

"What do they teach kids these days? You're all so stupid. Look it up in the book of charms and spells."

"Let me find it. I'll be back with the Weasley girl and Granger." Ophelia put down the stone and went to her old trunk.

Thankfully, she kept all her schoolbooks from previous years and found the correct one. She cast the glamour charm on herself so she'd look like Harry, and prepared the chairs. There was one thing left to do.

It was common knowledge that for the time being, Harry and Hermione were staying at the Weasley's house in celebration. Perfect for what she was about to do as they were all in one place. Ophelia concentrated on where she was about to go, and disapparated.

Not a moment later, she appeared on the outskirts of the burrow and hid behind a tree. Harry walked out of the house and called something over his shoulder to Hermione. He walked past the anti-apparition charms and vanished.

Ophelia, not believing her luck, walked smoothly up to the front door and knocked.

"Hello?" Hermione answered.

"Where's Ginny? I need to show you guys something." Ophelia said. Thankfully the glamour charm manipulated her vocal cords as well so she sounded like Harry.

"Yeah she's upstairs. Ginny come down!" Hermione called up down the stairs. "I thought you were going out to an aurors meeting."

"It was cancelled." Ophelia shrugged.

"Harry is that you?" Ginny walked up to the door.

"Yes. Come with me." Ophelia led the two outside of the protection spells and took each of their hands.

"Where are we going?" Hermione asked curiously.

"You'll see." Ophelia said, and disapparated.

The moment they arrived, Ophelia cast her anti-apparition charms to prevent them from escaping. With a wave of her wand, rope shot out of the end and bound them to the chairs.

"Harry what are you doing?" Ginny asked nervously. Ophelia rolled her eyes and took off the glamour charm.

"Surprise!" She said sarcastically.

"Who are you?" Hermione frowned.

"Of course you wouldn't know me. Because why would someone of the famous golden trio know me? Or the girlfriend of the chosen one?"

"Did you go to Hogwarts?" Ginny asked.

"Yes as a matter of fact I did. But why would I be known at Hogwarts?" Ophelia went over to her bed and retrieved the stone.

"How do you have that? Or any of those for that matter? Harry just checked on them this morning?" Ginny gasped, seeing all three objects of the deathly hallows.

"Never mind that." Ophelia snapped

"Why would you do this?" Hermione struggled against her bonds, but they only got tighter.

"You want to know why? While Harry Potter was parading around the school, my parents were forcefully arrested, and I was left to grieve for my younger brother." Ophelia looked at them accusingly.

"I'm sorry." Ginny apologized.

"He was a child! He had his whole life ahead of him! All of this started because of Harry Potter." Ophelia said softly. "And now he's going to pay."

"My family will hurt you when they find you." Ginny retorted.

"Oh I'm sure they'll try. Even if they kill me, death is inevitable. If I don't die today, I'll die another day. But I will have my revenge, I can assure you." Ophelia smirked.

"Harry's probably on his way right now. You can't hurt us." Hermione said defiantly.

"You don't understand do you?" Ophelia bent down to look straight into Hermione's eyes. "He may be a smart wizard but he isn't expecting one thing."

"And what might that be?" Ginny glared.

"Well my dear, he doesn't know of the power I now possess. For I...am the master...of death."