Sofia's Story- Order of the Phoenix

It is Sofia's second year at Hogwarts and Voldemort has returned. Things are about to change at Hogwarts, and Sofia must prepare to face her fate.


26. Going Home

Sofia sat on the train with Natalie, Luke and Andrew. Their conversation was filled with nothing but talks of Voldemort. At the ministry that night, the world had become aware of his return. Harry and Dumbledore were no longer out down as mad lunatics, but hailed as honest heroes. 

"I just can't believe he was actually at the ministry," Natalie was saying.  "That must have been terrifying. I feel so bad for Harry, having to have him like that. I would have died of fright."

Luke reached over and squeezed Sofia's hand comfortingly. He was the only person outside of the people who had been at the ministry who knew she had been there. Harry and his friends had kept her secret. Even Draco did not know. 

Draco. She had not spoken to him since that night. She stood up suddenly. Everyone looked at her in shock. 

"I have to go see Draco for a moment."

Luke have her a disgusted look. Natalie looked shocked. 

"Why? Why do you want to talk to him?" She yelled. "His dad's in Azkaban for being a Death Eater! How do you know he isn't one too?"

Sofia left the compartment, slamming the door shut behind her. She walked down the train corridor to the compartment that she knew Draco would be sitting in. She slid open the door and was relieved to see him sitting alone. He was staring out the window, but he looked up when she came in. 

"Oh, hey."

"Hey," Sofia said. She gave him a weak smile and slid onto the seat beside him. 

"I'm so sorry about your father," Sofia whispered. 

He shrugged and looked out the window again. 

"Draco, are you alright?"

Draco looked at her and pulled her close to him, burying his face in her hair. 

"The Dark Lord is furious. He blames my father for what happened at the ministry. He's going to punish us."

Sofia leaned into his chest. She could feel his heart beating fast. 

"It'll be ok," Sofia whispered. 

Draco didn't reply. Sofia could tell that he was scared. She was scared for him. She had felt Voldemort's anger first hand. She was afraid to feel his wrath again herself. 

"Oh, Draco. Our lives are so messed up."

She didn't know what else to say. She knew he was beyond comforting. 

"At least we have each other."

They did not speak for a long time. Eventually, both drifted off to sleep, their dreams filled with nightmares of their fears, which were strikingly similar. 


The platform was incredibly busy. Frightened-looking parents hurried to find their children. Wizards and witches dressed in dark robes stood all around, looking like some sort of security force. Children were running all over the place, dragging their trunks behind them. 

Sofia found her parents easily. They stood away from the massive crowd, keeping their distance from everyone. Her mother looked anxious. Her father looked ten years older than he had over Christmas holiday. 

She ran to them and threw her arms around them. There was so much she wanted to say to them, especially her father, but she could not find the words. 

Looking into his daughter's eyes, Carston Adema understood. 

"I know, Sofia. I know."

Sofia looked around the train station until her eyes found Draco. He was standing in front if his mother, who looked very pale and troubled. She looked away and her eyes found her own mother. 

"Your brothers are safe. We're going home."


Author's note:
This is the end of the second book in Sofia's story. Do not worry though, the first chapter of the next book is already up! Enjoy!!!

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