Sofia received a weeks worth of detention for the stunt in the Great Hall. She managed to get her family out of it though, saying that it had been her idea.
The detentions consisted of being subjected to torture by the Carrows. Though it was excruciating, it was nothing in comparison with the pain she had felt when Voldemort almost killed her two years ago. By the end of the week she was nearly numb to the pain.
As she was returning from Alecto's office after her final detention, she came across Draco. He was walking through the corridors with Crabbe and Goyle, neither of whom Sofia had ever been particularly fond of.
"Hello, Draco," she said politely. "Did you have a good summer?"
Draco flashes Crabbe and Goyle vicious looks.
"I'll see you two later," he growled.
The two glowered at him for a moment then took off down the corridor. Draco waited until they were gone before he turned back to Sofia. He stepped towards her and hugged her quickly.
"Are you okay?" He asked. "I heard about the detentions. They didn't hurt you, did they?"
Sofia shook her head, but she could see that he did not believe her.
"I'm alright, really," she said.
He studied her for a moment and then nodded.
"Alright. Listen, Sofia, I don't want you getting yourself in any more trouble. If they tell the Dark Lord that you are part of this mess, he may try to hurt you."
"I can take care of myself."
"You and I both know that this isn't about you! This is about him, and your family. Do you want him to kill them? You know he will."
"I'm not so sure that he will," Sofia said. "He is afraid of unleashing the full power my family possesses. He is afraid that if we break the free from the curse, he will be unable to stop us."
"Sofia he isn't afraid of you. He isn't afraid of anyone!"
Draco's eyes were pleading as he stared at Sofia.
"Look, Draco, my family decided to fight, and I have to stick with them, even if I don't agree with their decision. There is no backing out for me now."
He looked away in frustration.
"Fine, Sof, fine. Just please, please be careful. I'm always here for you, you know that, right?"
"I know," Sofia said softly.
She reached up on her toes and kissed his cheek softly.
"I have to get going. I'll see you later, alright?"
Draco nodded, and Sofia turned away, leaving him alone in the empty corridor.
The school now seemed to think of the Adema's as heroes, and Sofia found that she enjoyed being able to transform when she pleased. She spent a lot if time as a wolf these days, between classes and during free time. The other children did well, and after a while students got used to a Phoenix flying overhead or a wolf prancing through their midsts.
A few days later Neville, Ginny and Luna were given detention for trying to sneak into Professor Snape's office. Neville said they had been trying to get something for Harry. They were given detention in the forest with Hagrid and came back with a large number of bruises and cuts.
"Let me fix you guys up,"Sofia said.
She pulled out her wand at a deep cut below Neville's eye.
"Episkey," she said.
The cut disappeared immediately.
"Thanks, Sofia. I'll have to learn that from you."
"It'll only work for minor things, but it's very efficient."
Neville nodded and headed off to talk to Ginny. Sofia turned to look at Natalie, who she had been helping with potions homework.
"Have you started our Dark Arts homework?" She asked.
"Which one?" Natalie said dryly. "Our half parchment on how to maximize effects of the Cruciatus curse or our full parchment on the history of Dark Arts?"
"I forgot about the history one," Sofia said. "Honestly, I've been so busy thinking about the DA meetings. And I have Quidditch practice tomorrow evening."
"Don't worry, I haven't started either if them. I'm considering just not doing them. Anyway, I'm supposed to meet Andrew and Luke later."
Sofia flinched when Natalie said Luke's name, which Natalie noticed.
"Are you guys still not talking?"
Sofia shook her head. Even with the way she had stood up to the Carrows, Luke still would not speak to her. Every time she saw him she resisted the urge to read his mind, telling herself that he deserved privacy.
"I'm sorry, Sof," Natalie said gently. "Just give him time. It really hurt him when you refused to side with him."
"I'm on his side," Sofia said desperately. "I always have been. But I meant what I said when I said it. I was trying to protect my family."
"You don't have to explain it to me i understand. But what I don't understand is why; why do you have to protect your family? Why did your parents send you here when you could have been safe miles away at home?"
Natalie was asking Sofia for the truth, and as much as Sofia hated it, she knew that Natalie deserved it. She just couldn't tell her right now. She wasn't ready yet.
"Natalie, there is a lot you do not know about my family. I'll tell you everything I can, but not right now. Right now, I have to do these stupid essays."
She knew it was a lame excuse and that Natalie would see right through it but she did not have a choice right now. She was not mentally prepared to tell another person. She was just growing used to life back at Hogwarts with her friends. She did not want to lose Natalie just yet.
"Fine," Natalie said stiffly.
She stood up and walked out of the common room, and Sofia could tell that her friends feelings were hurt.
She was on her knees, his beautiful, loving wife. Her screams of pain echoed through the dark night.
"Please," he begged to the Dark Lord. "You can see my history records, you can have whatever you want. I'll do anything, just please, don't hurt her."
He struggled to fight free of his captors, but they held him tightly.
"It is too late for that, McMillan," The Dark Lord sneered. "All I asked for was history records. Now it is too late."
The Dark Lord bent over and grabbed McMillan's wife, who was laying limply on the ground, by her hair and pulled her to her knees. She puller her head up so that she was looking her husband in the eye. He pulled towards her but the two Death Eaters holding him were relentless.
"Tell him goodbye," Voldemort sneered.
She looked neither scared nor sad as she stared at her husband. Instead her eyes were filled with gentle love.
"I love you," she whispered, so softly that he had to strain to hear her. "I love you so much. No matter what happens, I want you to keep fighting. No matter what happens, don't let it change who you are. You are the best man I have ever known. You are my heart, and my soul, and I don't blame you for any of this. Tell the children that I love them. Tell Nat that I am sorry I will not be there to help her pick out her wedding dress, or to plan the day, or to watch her walking down the isle. Tell her I am sorry I won't be there to hold her hand, to dry her tears and watch her laugh. Tell Andrew that I am so proud of him. Tell him that he is so strong, so brave. Tell him to take care of his sister, and to take care of you too. Tell him that one day, he will have to make the most difficult choice of his life, and I know that whatever he picks will be the right choice. Tell them that I wish I could be there for them when they come home from school, and that I will miss that. I will miss seeing them every holiday, picking out gifts for them, and cooking for them. I will miss their beautiful faces, their sweet voices, the sounds of them coming through the door. But most of all, tell them i love them, and that nothing in the world could ever change that."
There was a flash of green, and then, she fell.
Devastating news came later that week. Natalie and Andrew received letters from their father at breakfast one morning that said their mother had been killed by Voldemort himself.
While reading the letter Natalie bursted into painful sobs. Andrew stood from his seat at the Ravenclaw table and ran to his sister. So close, Sofia could see that he too was crying. Sofia picked up the letter, which Natalie had dropped on the table. There were tear stains in the ink, from where there father had no doubt been crying when he wrote it.
Sofia could not bring herself to read the letter, nor could she, or anyone else for that matter, bring herself to say anything to Natalie or Andrew. She felt that this was something she could not help with. This was something that Natalie and Andrew had to bear alone. No one in the Great Hall could enter their private world of heartbreak. No one in the world could bring their mother back.