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.


1. The Sorting

The first years filed into the Great Hall, looking small and weary, their eyes looking timidly back at the hundreds who studied them. They looked nervous, self-conscious, except for one. She walked at the front of the group, directly behind Professor McGonagall. She walked lightly, her head high, face framed by long golden blonde hair. She looked calm, yet humble as she approached the Sorting Hat where her fate would be decided.

When the first years stopped in front of the stool, the old withered hat tore at the brim and burst into song.

"A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly seen,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moot,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own House, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!"

Professor McGonagall unrolled a long scroll and read the first name.

"Ackerley, Stewart!"

The boy who approached the stool was shaking from head to toe. He picked up the Sorting Hat, placed it on his head, and sat down on the stool.

"RAVENCLAW!" Shouted the hat.

As the boy was taking his seat, at the Ravenclaw table, Professor McGonagall called the next name

"Adema, Sofia."

The entire hall, which had erupted into cheers and whispers, became eerily quiet, as the blonde who had led the way into the Great Hall stepped in front of the other first years. As she approached the stool, the hall burst into whispers.

"An Adema?" Ronald Weasley whispered to his friends. "Why's she here? Shouldn't she be further North somewhere? It's not like her family couldn't afford a private education for her."

"Who are the Adema's?" Harry Potter asked.

Hermione gave him an annoyed look.

"They're the closest thing to royalty that the wizard world has. They're from Denmark and are the oldest family still alive, probably the most powerful in the world and they're all pure bloods."

She put a great deal of emphasis on the last part, obvious distaste in her voice.

"She'll be in Slytherin for sure" Ron said.

Hermione hushed him as the girl picked up the hat. She sat down on the stool before she placed it gently on her head.

"Ah, an Adema. You're the first one I've had the pleasure to sort. No doubt you will have a bright future. The power is all there, it just needs a little fine tuning. Your House will serve you well. GRYFFINDOR!"

The hall erupted again as Gryffindors cheered and other Houses broke out in disappointed whispers, as the girl stood up and removed the hat from her head.  She placed it back onto the stool and walked down to the Gryffindor table.

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