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Ophelia Demos was never one to care much about her studies. It was just something she did to keep her parents off her back but she often failed at that. Though she would always shoot their demands back at them, why should she study for her NEWTs when there were multiple magical governments offering her a job right out of school. They couldn't properly scout her at school as Dumbledore disliked government officials on school grounds, but even now with him dead it was impossible to talk to representatives from other governments at all since the magical UK fell into civil war. Besides, the new puppet minister just didn't have Fudge's gift for pandering to his betters.

She could only thank her own foresight that she kept the real power of her Sight to herself. If the dark lord had caught wind that the reincarnation of the first Seer was a Hogwarts student, she would have had to go into hiding like Harry Potter had. Her potential for Seeing was dangerous in the hands of the dark. She took full advantage of the infallibility of her visions of Fate.

But here she stood, watching Harry Potter, the golden child, the chosen one, fall for the second time today. It was the final battle, and up until an hour ago, she had been hiding away from the battle. So sure was she of the outcome she didn't see the point in participating. But now he fell, dead from the killing curse, no horcrux split soul to protect him from its maker. An hour ago, her infallible vision of fate changed, causing a deep fissuring pain in her soul that she didn't know was possible. The future changed to something strange, twisted and unstable. She saw the timeline collapse in on itself and cease to exist and she couldn't pinpoint what changed. But something significant had to have changed, something that couldn't have possibly changed.

Now Ophelia felt like a liar. That she had lied to the Order, to Ginny Weasley, and to herself. Because what was happening in front of her was not what she predicted. People around her collapsed screaming, they charged in a last ditch attempt to avenge their fallen hero. But they too fell. She felt her body move on its own, still numb and reeling from shock. How could she have been so wrong?

There he stood, cackling his triumph as he cursed the grief stricken resistance. She never rose her wand to him, just walked calmly forward until she was 10 yards from him, surrounded by the renewed chaos. He made eye contact with her and she felt a splitting headache as he tried to breech her natural occlumency shields, one as powerful as he just might crack the shields of the first seer, but her mind was so blank there was nothing to see except ancient words resonating. He beckoned for her to come closer but she didn't move, though didn't offer him resistance as he moved closer, seeing her green tie and slytherin insignia on her robes. Her next words stopped him in his tracks and filled his face with disgust, though she barely heard herself speak.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle! Bastard son of the squib Merope Gaunt and the muggle Tom Riddle Sr." Her voice echoed above the din and calmed the rising tide of rebellion and retaliation. Red serpent eyes narrowed on her voice and she felt the legilimancy attack grow stronger. This knowledge had never been hers to know but it flooded her mind and spilled from her lips. "You have broken the line of fate ruling this circle of time!" Though her wand now rose to point at the sky, he did nothing but clench his first around his own, watching her with thinly concealed rage and new interest at the nature of her words. "It must be repaired! Tempus Sectare!"

Everything fell to black.

:notes: Hello everyone and welcome to my newest debut into the community. I haven't posted a story in nearly a decade after being featured on several anti oc forums that severely discouraged me from ever sharing my work again. But now I'm back under a new pseudonym and a new set of fan characters. I know it's not the most comprehensive read, but please bear with me as I get back into the flow of things, my mind isn't the most comprehensive thing either. Sorry if you don't like OCs, but I write for my own enjoyment and if y'all don't have anything constructive to say, please leave it at the door. But I do welcome mindless sycophants! *listens, hears crickets, clears throat* and now you also have a taste of my offbeat and horrible sense of humor. I hope you enjoyed and please feel free to favorite, subscribe, and most importantly, review!