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.


7. The Tattoos of the Ademas

The first task passed along with the Yule Ball.  Ron and Harry had made up with each other.  Winter was beginning to give way to spring,

Sofia was setting into a smooth rhythm at school.  She would attend her classes during the day and then spend nights completing her homework, practicing difficult spells and teaching easier ones to the other Gryffindor first years.  She was found that her teachers were increasing the difficulty of her tasks which forced her to devote both halves of her mind to paying attention to their lessons.  She still was always the first person to learn a spell or perfect a potion but it took her a little longer than it with the spells she had come to school already knowing.

She enjoyed most of her classes and liked most of her teachers, but Professor Snape and Professor Moody made her feel uncomfortable.   Professor Snape seemed to resent her for some reason, making sly comments about spoiled, rich, know-it-alls who thought they were better than everyone else.  She tried to relieve his resentment by slowing down the rates at which she would complete potions and assignments.  He seemed to take no notice and continued his cold demeanor.

Professor Moody was a different story.  He praised her for her skills, encouraged her peers to act more like her, to want to be her.  He pushed her harder than perhaps any teacher.  Though she would normally ignore such treatment, she found that her tattoo burned fiercely whenever he was near.  She thought at first that maybe it was just her imagination, but as it continued she realized that it could not be just a coincidence.  She tried to write to her parents about it, but they just told her to have faith, be strong, be strong and keep working hard.


It happened after the second task.  Sofia was sitting in the common room helping a second year with an essay on the uses of flubberworm mucus.  It was dark and cold outside, but the mood in the common room was bright and cheerful.  The Weasley twins were chanting something about Harry and taking bets on the outcome of the Triwizard Tournament.

Sofia’s tattoo began to burn again.  This time though, it felt as if someone was grabbing her wrist with a hot iron and pulling her forward.  She gasped in pain and fell back into her chair.  The second year beside her looked at her with a worried expression.

The pain reseeded enough for Sofia to stand up.  She rushed quickly out of the common room.  She zoned out, feeling her mind detach from its body.  All she could see was a wolf sitting on the edge of a cliff, howling into the sky.

When her mind returned Sofia found herself standing in the Entrance Hall.  Harry was there, looking pale and worried.

“Is everything okay?” She asked him, the pain in her wrist still bugging her.

“Viktor was attacked.  He thinks it was Barty Crouch.  We found Crouch wandering the woods.   He looked awful.  He kept muttering something about ‘warn Dumbledore, tell Dumbledore.’  I left him with Viktor to go get help and when I came back Viktor was unconscious and Crouch was gone.”

Could this be why Sofia’s tattoo had pulled her away from the common room?  Did it have something to do with the attack on Viktor Krum or the disappearance of Mr. Crouch?  She wanted to ask Harry what else happened, what else Mr. Crouch may have said, but before she could ask he ran from the Entrance Hall toward the Grand Staircase.

Sofia felt like she was suffocating.  The air around her was thick and hot.  She walked over to the huge doors, wanting to go outside, to escape for a moment, but Professor Snape was standing in her way.

“No students are to be allowed out of the castle at this moment, Ms. Adema, including you.”

“But Professor-“

“Until the grounds are cleared and deemed safe, no one is allowed out of the castle.  Now I suggest you return to Gryffindor tower before I deduct house points.  Unlike your teachers and peers, I will not give you special treatment because of your family heritage.”

Though Sofia had the urge to snap back that he seemed to treat her worse because of her family, but she held her tongue.  She did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was getting to her.  She wished to remain calm and collected like her parents had taught her.  Besides, there were other ways out of the castle.

She turned and walked away from Professor Snape quickly, not wanting him to become suspicious of her plans.  She made her way towards the grand staircase and ran up the stairs to the fourth floor.

The hallways were deserted, which curbed some of Sofia’s growing anxiety.  She ran down the fourth floor corridor until she reached a huge mirror that covered the wall from floor to ceiling.  She pulled out her wand and tapped the mirror twice.  It slipped away and gave way to a dark passageway.

“Lumos” she whispered before stepping inside.

Hearing the mirror slide closed behind her, she stepped forward, wand held high to illuminate the darkness.  A few feet in front of her, and huge wall of rock blocked her path.  The few people who knew about this passage thought it to be completely impassable.  Sofia knew better.

“Diaphanum” she said, pointing her wand at the rocks.  Though nothing seemed to change, she stepped towards them and walked straight through.  She continued walking down the passage for a number of minutes until she reached the end.

The ceiling was low above her head.  She tapped it with her wand and it slid open.  She found the footholds on the wall in front of her and hoisted herself through the top.  She felt the cool smoothness of the grass beside the lake.  It was dark and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the lighting enough for her to be able to make out the shapes of the rocks that surrounded the secret passageway.

She stood up and searched the sky.  A sliver of a full moon was just barely visible behind dark clouds.  Few stars were visible.

“You should not be out here.”

Sofia turned and saw Draco Malfoy pulling himself out of the passageway she had just crawled out of a few moments before.

“Neither should you,” Sofia snapped back.  “Why did you follow me?”

“I wanted to make sure that you were okay.  You passed me in the hall and looked distressed.”

Though she did not appreciate being followed when she was seeking solitude, she did feel as though he was trying to live up to his desire to become her friend.

“I’m fine,” she said softly, “there is just a lot going on right now.”

“Like what?” Draco asked.

Sofia sat down on the rocks.   Draco sat down beside her.  He brushed her shoulder, making Sofia realize how cold it was.

“Something weird is going on” she said cautiously.  “My parents won’t tell me anything.  They just tell me to stay strong and have faith.  They want me to be ready when things unravel, but how can I be ready if I don’t know what is going to happen?”

Draco nodded understandingly.

“I think I know what that is like.  My father told me over the summer that things were going to change this year but he refused to tell me more than that, though he did seem surprised by some of the events that have occurred so far.”

“Which events?” Sofia asked.

“You coming to Hogwarts for one.  He could not understand why your parents would choose to send you so far away.  Then there was Potter being selected for the Triwizard Tournament.  He seemed to think that someone was trying to make Potter look like some great icon.”

Sofia noted the resentful tone in his voice when he talked about Harry.

“When his name came out of the goblet,” Sofia told him, “my tattoo burned.  It felt like it was going to rip open.  I’ve never had that feeling before.”

“When did you get your tattoo?” asked Draco.

“I was born with it.  All of my family is born with a tattoo of some sort.  It is the marker of our blood status.  Anyone born without one is considered unworthy of our family heritage.  Though many of my family are more tolerant of these people, some members disown these people.  Not that it happens often.”

Draco nodded.  He could certainly understand intolerant family members.  His mother and aunt had disowned their sister after she married a filthy mudblood.

“What do the tattoos mean though?  Why do you have them?”

Sofia did not answer right away.  She could not figure out how to word her answer without saying that it was symbol of enslavement.  Draco would not understand.

“They signal out entrance into…the family business.  They are a symbol of our continued service to fellow wizards and witches.”

This wasn’t exactly a lie, but it hid much of the truth and left Draco with more questions than answers.

“My little brother is an eagle,” Sofia said quickly, “my mother a horse and my father lion.  My baby brother’s has not yet taken a definite form but it will in the next few years as his personality grows.  The shape they take is supposed to represent our animal self.”

Draco nodded and smiled.

“I think yours fits very well, Little Wolf; wild and not able to be tamed, yet powerful and relentless.  You will certainly live up to the expectations it holds.”

Sofia did not say anything out loud, but all she could think was that she hoped he was right.

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