Sofia's Story- Goblet of Fire

Sofia enters Hogwarts in Harry Potter's fourth year, the year of the Triwizard Tournament and the return of Voldemort. She is a member of the Adema line, the oldest and most powerful pure blood family alive. The timing of her entry to Hogwarts is no coincidence. She has a secret that she can tell no one. She is cursed to a life that gives her no free will.

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8. Draco and Sofia

With the third task fast approaching, a silent anticipation hung in the air.  Teachers and students alike were constantly whispering about the final task.  Bets were being made left and right, with the Weasley twins always seeming to be at the center.  They supported Harry whenever they saw him, never hesitating to inform him on the growing number of people betting on his success.

Sofia, though refusing to place bets of her own, knew who she would have placed her money on.  It would have been Harry.  Fleur never really stood a chance.  That had been obvious from the first task.  Viktor, though smart and strong, was too direct.  He preferred power over tact and this would no doubt be his downfall.  Cedric was on equal footing with Harry in terms of tact and drive, but Harry gained the advantage when it came to experience.  Unlike Harry, Cedric had never faced Voldemort.  He never had to fight a Basilisk to save his friends life.  He never had to fight off dementors while watching an evil villain run free to save an innocent soul.  Sure, Cedric knew more magic, but he did not know what it was like to truly fight for survival or for the survival of someone you love.

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Sofia had been called to Professor Dumbledore’s office during the middle of her potions lesson.  She stood outside the door nervously, unsure of what he could possibly want from her.  She raised a hand and knocked gently.

“Enter” she heard a deep voice call.

She opened the door and stepped in quietly.

The headmaster’s office was a large circular room with walls covered in books.  A beautiful large red phoenix was perched upon a desk in the very center.  Behind the desk, Professor Dumbledore sat motionlessly, staring at her as she walked in.

“Ah, Ms. Adema.  Please have a seat.”

He motioned to a soft armchair that appeared out of thin air as he pointed to it.  Sofia walked over and sat down, staring at the headmaster cautiously.

“I am sure you are wondering why I have brought you here.  First off I would like to apologize for taking so long speak with you.  I would ordinarily have called you in much sooner but events of the Triwizard Tournament have kept me very preoccupied.”

“It’s okay,” Sofia said shrugging.

“I would like to know how you are getting along with everything.  I was worried that this year might be slightly difficult for you.  I know that you are much farther from home than most of the students here and that you come from very different circumstances than your peers.”

“It’s not really that different,” Sofia said defensively, “my family acts like any other.  Our parents go to work and come home.  My brothers and I play games together and find all kinds of ways to get into trouble.  We grew up normally.”

“Forgive me, I did not mean it in that respect.  I only meant that unlike most students, you come from a family known and respected around the world.  More people knew your name than knew that of any other young sorcerer to come through these doors over the last century except perhaps Harry Potter.”

Sofia nodded.

“I understand.”

“Good” Dumbledore said smiling.

“Now, do you find that you are getting along well with the other students?”

“For the most part, yes.  I tend to keep to myself though.  Teachers and students sometimes look at me different or treat me different than they treat others.”

“In what way?”

“Well,” she hesitated. “They ask me questions as if they think I already know the answer before they even ask.  Some have given up asking at all, just assuming I already know.  Some people make comments, not to me but aimed at me, about spoiled rich kids and snobby pure bloods.”

Professor Dumbledore looked sad.

“I am very sorry for this.  This behavior could be expected from young and naïve children but it should not be tolerated from educated teachers.  I shall speak with your teachers and make sure that this behavior ends.  You should not be treated in such a manner.”

“Thank you” Sofia said.

“Of course!  It is my duty to ensure the safety and comfort of my students.  Now that this has been addressed, is there anything you would like to discuss with me?”

He gave her a look filled with more knowledge than he should have had.  She thought about the burning of her tattoo, about Draco’s attempts to be friendly with her.  She decided that she would not mention her tattoo.  He would not understand.

“There is one thing” she said.

“What would that be?”

“It’s Draco Malfoy, sir.  He has seemed to have developed an interest in me.  He says that he just wants to be friends, but I cannot understand why he would want to be friends with a first year, especially a Gryffindor.”

“Ah, yes,” Dumbledore said, “I have noticed the interest that the Malfoy boy has taken in you.  I believe the reasons are simple.  You see, he comes from a very prominent pure blood family, though not as distinct or pure as your own.  His parents probably wanted him to befriend you in an attempt to further their status among the pure bloods.  You know that your family has many connections among pure bloods and wealthy families.  Perhaps they thought that if their son was to befriend an Adema, they would gain even more prestige.”

“So then it is an attempt to use me?”

Dumbledore shook his head.

“Though it is good to be cautious, I believe you are too quick to put your guard up and assume the worst of people.  I do believe that Draco has developed a desire to be your friend for his own personal comfort.  You see, talking to you makes him feel like a big brother.  It is a desirable feeling for an only child who wishes to have the attention focused on someone else for a change.”

“But I thought he liked to be the center of attention.”

“In a way yes, but not in the way that people are always trying to do everything for him, take care of him.  His mother has been doing that his entire life.  He prefers to take care of someone else for once rather than be taken care of himself.”

Sofia nodded, beginning to understand.

“I certainly do not need him to take care of me, but I think I understand.  Thank you, Professor.”

The headmaster nodded and smiled.

“Of course.  If that is all you wish to speak about, then you may return to class.  Professor Snape will not be happy that I have already pulled him from his class for so long.”

Sofia nodded and stood up.  She turned away from him quickly and darted from his office.  She did not want to return to the vicious treatment of Professor Snape but new that things would be worse the longer she lingered.  She hurried as quickly as she could to the dungeons, mulling over what Professor Dumbledore had said about Draco the entire way there.

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“Finally decided to trust me, Little Wolf?” Draco asked.

Sofia shrugged.

“Not entirely,” she said, “but I guess I don’t have to completely shut you out.”

“Why are you so defensive?” Draco challenged.

Sofia shrugged again but did not answer.

They were walking by the lake.  Spring had come and days that were not spent in class were spent outside enjoying the beautiful weather by almost all students.  Though they often kept to the company of people in their own houses and years, sometimes Sofia and Draco would meet and walk together like this, talking about anything and everything, everything except their families.  Much to Sofia’s relief, they had stayed away from this topic since the night he had followed her out of the castle.

Today however, Draco would not avoid the subject.

“Does it have something to do with your family?  Come on, you can’t avoid the subject forever.”

“No, I can’t,” Sofia replied angrily, “but I don’t have to talk about it right now.”

Draco looked angry, and Sofia knew he was tired of her not truly trusting him.  She couldn’t though.  There was no way that she could let her guard down.

“You can’t keep holding it in, Sofia” Draco said. “You need to trust someone.  You need to open up or it will eat you alive.  If you can’t trust people then what will you do with your life, live alone in a cave practicing magic tricks?”

“Maybe I will,” Sofia said, glaring at him angrily. “Maybe that would be better than dealing with ignorant people who don’t know how to mind their own business.”

“So you would abandon your family and the life you were meant to live and let down all of the people who believe in you and expect great things from you?”

Sofia’s voice rose, and she was sure that the people nearby would hear her.  She did not care though.

“Maybe that’s what I want.  Have you ever thought about that?  Have you ever thought that maybe I don’t want to live the life I was born to?  Maybe this isn’t what I want?”

She ran away, not looking back.  She knew that people were watching, that they where whispering, but she was beyond caring.  She ran to the castle and hurried as fast as she could to the Gryffindor dormitory.

Why did no one understand that she didn’t ask for this life?  She did not want the responsibilities and duties that came with the Adema blood.  She would rather give up her powers than be cursed to the life of slavery she would have to endure when the time came.

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