The moment Sofia had been dreading for the first three weeks of summer finally came. The burning sensation on her wrist pulled her away from the sandy beaches of her summer home.
In a matter of moments she found herself. Inside the gloomy Malfoy mansion. She stepped into the dining room where her fate awaited.
"Miss, Adema, would you be so kind as to come sit next to me."
The chairs around the table were full except for one, and it was this one that sat beside Voldemort on the far end.
As Sofia walked to it, she searched the other faces in the room. Some she recognized, others she did not. One face though, comforted her. It was Draco, and he was seated just beside where she was supposed to sit.
Sitting down, Sofia felt like she was about to spend her last few moments of life in a room full of people she hated.
"Now that we are all here," Voldemort began, "we discuss our upcoming plans. You see, Hogwarts has been a haven to our enemies for far too long. For too long, it has been a refuge for those who oppose us. That must change."
There were murmurs of agreement around the table.
"Draco is going to get a group of you into the school to show what happens to those who stand against me. It will not be a large group, for most of you will have duties elsewhere. Our comrades in Azkaban must be freed, and the ministry must be taken out. That will take time, and that is where most of your efforts will be focused."
Around the room, people nodded in agreement. Some looked excited. Others bored. Draco looked terrified.
"This brings me to Miss Adema."
Sofia flinched as every eye in the room turned on her, except Draco who stared down at his lap.
"After your stunt at the ministry, I see we can take no more chances with you. You must not get in the way of any of my plans, you may not tell anyone anything. You are bound to secrecy."
Some people snickered. Sofia looked to Draco. She had not told him that she had been at the ministry that night. She had been afraid of what he would say, afraid that he would hate her for it. Now that he would not meet her gaze, she was even more afraid.
"That is all," Voldemort said.
The people around the table stood up and began to file out of the room.
"Not you," Voldemort snarled so only she could hear him.
Sofia watched Draco leave. As her reached the door, he turned to look back at her, a sad, lifeless expression on his face.
Voldemort stood from the table and began to pace.
"Your actions at the ministry displeased me very much. I will admit, at that time I truly hoped you would die. But once again I was reminded of the power your family has, of the things you are capable of. Then your parents took your brothers out of my grasp, and I was left wondering how to control you."
A large snake slithered from under the table. It wrapped itself around Voldemort's leg and began to slither up until it was sitting around his shoulders.
"You see, I need a servant who will do what I want without express orders. I am far to busy to command every single part of your life. And then it came to me. I could not touch your brothers, but you could."
Sofia's heart began to pound rapidly. Her palms were sweating and she felt fear like she had never felt it before.
"This is your last warning, Miss Adema. Try anything like that again, and I shall order you to kill your own brothers. Now get out of my sight."
Sofia hurried from the room, her heart threatening to burst from her chest. She did not leave the mansion though. She ran up the stairs through the familiar hallways to the room she knew belonged to Draco. She tapped on the door lightly.
Sofia opened the door and stepped inside. She closed it behind her and looked around. Draco was sitting on his bed at the far side of the room, staring at her as she crossed over to him.
"Hey," Sofia said softly. "How are you? You haven't written me all summer."
Draco shrugged. Sofia sat down beside him.
"Draco, I'm so sorry about your father, about what happened at the ministry."
"It's not your fault," Draco said numbly.
"Draco, what has he asked you to do?"
Draco looked away in silence.
Sofia reached over and grabbed his hand.
"Please, Draco, tell me."
Draco pulled her close to him and hugged her firmly. He kissed her forehead and then looked her in the eye.
"You'd better go home. He is still furious with you. I don't want him to hurt you."
Sofia felt her heart breaking, as her best friend began to shut her out.