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.


6. Friends

Dear Sofia,

Your news worries us.  The burning of the tattoos that we are born with usually means that our services are required.  Your mother and I have taught you all we can about your destiny, about all of our destinies.  If the signs are true, I fear for the safety of your brothers.  I believe that you will be safe as long as you are at Hogwarts.  Albus Dumbledore is more than capable of protecting you, and I know that if the time comes, you will be ready to do whatever is required of you.  Please have faith, my child.  You are the light of our lives.  Remember why you were born a wolf.  Your spirit is untamable, free and strong.  Your mother and I will always do everything in our power to protect you.  Be strong, my child, be free like the wolf that lives inside of you.


The letter soothed Sofia as she read over it again.  Her parents had faith in her abilities and that gave her strength.

“I didn’t know you needed to spend time in the library, Adema.  I thought things came naturally to you.”

Sofia looked up.  The tall blonde haired Malfoy boy was standing in front of her.

“I like it here,” she said quietly.  “It is one of the few places that I can escape from everyone.”

Draco sat down beside her.

“What does the powerful Adema girl possibly have to escape from?” He asked softly.

“Surely you of all people, Draco, should understand the pressure of family reputation and expectations.”

Draco nodded.

“Yes, I can.  Surely though, your family cannot be that bad?  My mother spoke very highly of you.”

Sofia shook her head and tucked the letter she was holding into the pages of the book on the table in front of her.

“Your mother knows nothing about my family.  Nor does your father for that matter, though he no doubt pretends to know very much.”

Sofia could see Draco thinking this over.  She wished that he would leave and stop being so nosy.

“So why don’t you set the record straight?”  Draco asked.  “Tell me about your family.”

Sofia closed the book in front of her and stood up, holding it tight to her chest.

“Forgive me but I wish not to speak on this matter at the moment.  If you will excuse me, I have some things that I need to take care of.”

Draco grabbed her arm as she tried to walk away from him and pulled her back gently.

“I know you think that I am just prying, but I honestly just want to be a friend to you.”

Though Sofia could tell that Draco was being sincere, her guard was up.  She did not want to let it slip, but his eyes were kind.

“Thank you, Draco.  I do appreciate it.”

She walked away quickly.  She looked back over her shoulder for a moment before she left and saw him staring back at her.


As Sofia sat staring at her potions essay in the Gryffindor common room that evening, Ron Weasley stormed in.  He looked angry.  He sat down across from Sofia and stared into the flames, lost in thought.

Sofia knew that he had been angry with Harry ever since Harry’s name had come out of the Goblet of Fire.  He was jealous, wallowing away in the shadow of a famous friend who now would become even more famous.

“Do not be angry with him” Sofia said.

Ron looked up at her, surprised to have someone breaking his thoughts.

“He is your best friend, Ron.  He needs you.  He didn’t ask for his parents to be killed and to defeat Voldemort.  He did not ask to be pulled from the goblet.  He did not ask for this life, nor does he want it.”

Ron shook his head.

“You wouldn’t understand.  You’ve grown up a privileged life, had everything you have ever asked for handed down to you.”

Sofia felt her temper rising at his ignorance.  He had no idea what her life was like, what struggles she faced on a daily basis.

“You know nothing about my life,” she snarled.  “I hope that if you did, you would not be so quick to judge.  At least you get to have a say in your future.  At least you get to decide your fate rather than have it handed down to you through your blood.”

Sofia shot to her feet, leaving her essay where it was, and stormed out of the common room and into the girl’s dormitory.

She sat on her bed, seething in a silent rage.  What was up with people bringing up her heritage, thinking she was just a spoiled brat?  Why were they not focused on the Triwizard Tournament?  After all, the first task was starting in the morning.  Surely the people competing for riches and eternal glory were more interesting than a rich, foreign first year.

She looked around the empty dormitory until her eyes stopped on something sitting on her trunk at the foot of her bed.  She stood up, walked over to it, and picked it up.

A small wolf figuring howled when she picked it up.  Attached to its leg was a small piece of parchment.

I saw the tattoo on your wrist and thought you might like this.  I think it fits you very well, Little Wolf. Draco.

This made Sofia smile.  She sat back on her bed and placed the figure on the table beside her.  She picked up the book that she had been reading in the library earlier, opened it to the page she had left off on, and began to lose herself between the pages.

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