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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9. The Third Task

Final bets were being placed as students climbed into the Quiditch Pitch for the third and final Triwizard Task.  The sun filled the sky with bright luminous rays.  Students sang songs, cheered for their favorite champion and trashed the others.

Sofia walked to the pitch alone.  As she prepared to climb up to the Gryffindor section, she saw Draco staring at her a few sections over.  She looked away quickly.  They had not talked since she had ran from him that day by the lake, though on two occasions she had found wolf figurines in her bag.  She knew it was him.  After all, he was the only person who had ever seen her tattoo.

She climbed into the stands and took a seat beside Natalie McDonald.

“That Slytherin boy is looking at you again” Natalie whispered in his ear. “I can’t believe you ever talked to him.  I mean it would be one thing if he was like an older Ravenclaw or something but he’s a Slytherin.  At least stick to Slytherins our own age if you’re going to cross that line.”

Sofia was so frustrated with her house mates hatred for Slytherins.  They weren’t all bad.  Sure, they were judgmental towards non-purebloods.  But that was only because they had been taught to hate by their parents.  Underneath all that, they weren’t bad at all.  They wanted the same thing as anyone else, to have a place to belong, something that Sofa herself felt she lacked.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the voice of a ministry official rang over the Qudditch Pitch, “the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin!  Let me remind the points currently stand!”

Sofia split her mind and let half of it wander.  She knew how the points stood.

Sofia’s thoughts began by focusing on the fast approaching holiday, imagining how she would spend it with her family in their costal summer home.  Soon though, her thoughts began to take different forms that were out of her control.

She felt like she was running on hands and feet.  She looked down and realized that her hands and feet were gone, replaced with large white furry paws.  She felt a new river of smells enclosing her nose and filling her brain.  She was running, but she did not know where or why.

In the distance she could see a dark iron fence rising from a cold mist.  She kept running towards it and found herself launching her unfamiliar body over the fence and landing gracefully on soft grass.  She stood silently for a moment; ears perched forward, listening for any sign of movement.  Since when had she been able to move her ears like this?

A thick mist covered the area inside the fence, but Sofia could tell that she was standing on the edge of a huge graveyard.  Unable to stop herself, she threw back her head and opened her mouth.  A bloodcurdling howl rang out into the clouded mist.  She slammed her jaws shut, scared by her own actions.  She stood unmoving for a moment, before she realized what she was supposed to do. 

She began to run forwards again, deeper into the cemetery.  She didn’t know where she was going or why she was going there, all she knew is that she had no choice but to keep moving forward.

She finally stopped when she stood in front of a huge cloaked statue.  She waited for a moment, looking around in silent anticipation, but nothing happened.  She wanted to leave this terrifying place but she knew she had to stay, to wait until she was told what to do.  She laid down on the ground, her head resting on the white paws that did not belong to her, and waited.

It happened suddenly, as the mist faded.  A short plump man seemed to spring out of the ground.  Sofia shot up to face him, a growl coming from deep within her throat.

“T-the Dark Lord wishes you to be ready.  H-he will require your services later on tonight.  Now that you know where to come, you may go.”

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