A/N: Again, I'm continuing this story for a friend. First four chapters are her writing. After that it'll be me :)

Hey! Thanks for coming back to read my story! This is Chapter 2! Yay! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, just Zofia. (And in this chapter, a character named Blaine)

In case you're wondering, the flashback at the beginning of this chapter is during Harry's first year at Hogwarts. It would be Zofia's first year as well (She is just a tiny bit older than him so she's usually just turning 12 before him and what not. The timeline in this story can get confusing so I'll try to explain if you're having trouble.) if it weren't for Voldemort.

Chapter 2 - Memories and Meetings

The black haired girl sat on the floor, twirling a wand in her hand. It had been nearly a year since Lord Voldemort had come and rescued her from the orphanage. He had taught her some basic magic before he left for awhile. She didn't know where he had gone but she did know that he was going to be gone for quite a long time. So, she was left in a tiny house with a spell book, a wand, and anything she needed to survive on her own for awhile.

"I'm bored," Zofia said. The house she lived in was deep within a forest but she knew that a village was nestled in a little valley nearby. It would be somewhat of a walk but she could get there and make it back with Voldemort finding out. She stood, walked to the door, and slipped out. She immediately wished she had a coat to wear. The house must have had a spell to keep it warm because she never built a fire. Tucking her wand away, she started off in the direction of the village.

She was nearly to her destination and was standing on a hill, looking down at the bustling little place with so many shops. She took a step down the hill but slipped on the snow. She lost her footing and toppled over, rolling down the hill. "Ugh," she groaned as she wiped the snow off her face. She stood and made her way down the street, passing a building called the Hog's Head and blended into the crowd. Looking ahead, she saw a group of kids, probably a couple years older than her, all crowded around a shop called Honeyduke's.

Her curiousity got the best of her and she hurried along the street, only to slip on a patch of ice. She was not having good luck. She tried to stand but slipped again. Cursing, she wrapped her arms around herself.

"Need help?" Someone asked. A hand appeared in front of her face. She looked up to see two boys standing over her. They were identical, red hair sticking out from beneath their hats and freckles all over their face. She nodded but did not take his hand. "It's alright," the boy said soothingly. "Take it."

She watched them cautiously. Who were they? And why were they trying to help her? She had never been offered help with anything. Lord Voldemort had always made her do things on her own. It made her stronger that way.

"Alright," the boy said, withdrawing his hand but Zofia snatched it as fast as she could. Smiling, the boy hefted her up. "Fred Weasley," he introduced himself.

"George Weasley," said the other, grinning at her.

Zofia was about to introduce herself but remembered what her uncle had said. He had told her that if she ever came into contact with other people she must never tell them her name or say anything about him. She just nodded and smiled at them.

"You look a little young to be on a Hogsmeade trip," Fred said.

"Don't think I've ever seen her," said George.

A grin spread across Fred's face. "Ah, you look like a first year," he winked. "Sneaking out, are we?"

"Well, if that's the case," George turned towards a store called Zonko's Joke Shop. "I think we'll get along just fine. Just don't get yourself caught."

I crossed the street warily, avoiding eye contact with the people walking about. It had been years since the last time I had ventured into first time was when I was eleven, nearly twelve. The second time I was thirteen and the third when I was fourteen. But after that I went to a different house because Lord Voldemort was finally ready to start training me again. We lived in a tall house next to a graveyard for awhile and it was in that graveyard that the Lord regained his power.

I passed Zonko's Joke Shop and grinned as I remembered the twins that I had met so many years before. Wiping the grin off my face, I thought about what I hadn't known at the time. Hogwarts students took trips down to Hogsmeade and those friendly twins I had gotten to be friends with were from Hogwarts. Which meant that they were my enemies. I shook my head, pushing the memory away, and continued down the street. I glanced around and then slipped into the Hog's Head. I was supposed to meet someone, that's what Lord Voldemort said, but I didn't know who. He said that they would know me.

I walked into the builiding and looked around. A young man, probably in his early 20's, was leaning back in his chair in the corner of the room, looking right at me. I figured that he was the person I was meeting. I walked over to him, hesitated, then took a seat across from him.

"You must be Valens," he said. It wasn't a question and I wasn't the least bit surprised that he only knew my code name.

"Yes," I answered. "And you are?"

"Blaine," he answered quietly. He placed his hand on the table and I noticed he had a sheet of parchment underneath it, as well as a Dark Mark on his wrist. I smiled and reached for the parchment, barely revealing my Mark to him, and then slid the parchment into my pocket. "Good," he said. "So I can trust you."

I smiled. "Yes, you can," I stated, leaning closer and hushing my voice. "Do you have it?"

"Of course I do," he said in a tone that mocked hurt. He reached inside his pocket and handed me a small, wrapped package, underneath the table. I took it and nodded.

"Then, we're done here," I told him but he gestured for me to stay.

"Quick question," he said quietly. "Is it true?" I looked at him curiously. "You're His niece?"

I grinned and leaned back in my seat. "Half-niece, to be specific. Yes, it's true. Why?"

"Just wanted to know," he replied. "You don't remember me, do you? No matter," he finished as I looked at him, puzzled. He nodded good bye to me as I stood and walked out of the Hog's Head. Remember him? From when? I'd never seen him before in my life, at least not that I could remember, though he did seem familiar.

Zofia looked around the shop. There were odd little items all over the shelves and kids milling about, pointing at things they liked. She had to keep herself from messing with the objects before her, knowing that it would only cause trouble.

"Hey," Fred called to her. "C'mon, don't get too far behind."

Zofia looked around and saw that the twins had indeed gotten a good distance away from her. She caught up with them quickly and watched as they examined some items.

"How about this, Fred?" George asked his brother.

"Yeah," Fred replied, grinning. "It'll work perfectly." They grabbed the item off the shelf, took it to the counter to pay, then exited the shop, Zofia trailing behind them.

"Honeyduke's next?" Fred asked and George nodded. "Sound good, Nameless?"

It took Zofia a minute to realize he was talking to her. "N-Nameless?" She asked, looking between the two.

"She speaks!" George exclaimed and Fred laughed.

"You haven't told us your name," Fred told her.

"Oh," was all Zofia managed to squeak out. She bit her lip, trying to think of a name. "Mary," She told them, using the name of a girl who she had hated at the orphanage. It was all she could come up with.

"Well, Mary-" Fred started.

"Want to go to Honeyduke's?" George finished.

Zofia was about to nod when she decided that maybe she should get back to the house. She glanced behind her, in the direction of the forest, then looked at the twins again. She shook her head. "I have to go...somewhere," she told them. "Thank you for...helping me. B-bye." She forced herself to step away. They were the friendliest (though a bit crazy) people she had ever met and she didn't want to leave. She liked being around them.

"Wait," Fred said as she took another step back. "Can't you hang out with us for a little while longer?"

"Yeah," George said. "You're pretty cool, even though you don't talk."

Zofia shook her head. "Th-thank you," she said, feeling tears trying to force their way out of her eyes. She wasn't sure whether she was thanking them for helping her or thanking them for talking to her. She turned and ran down the street, knowing she would never see those twin again, and that they would never understand what happened to her or where she went that day. She wiped her tears away angrily and ran smack right into someone else.

"Whoa!" Someone exclaimed as she fell onto her butt. "You okay there, kid?"

She pushed herself off the ground with some help from the stranger and looked at him. He looked to be in his late teens and had brown hair, fair skin, and piercing blue eyes. She nodded to him and then took off again. She ran until she reached the house and collapsed, curling up, trying to warm herself.

I realized with a shock that I had seen Blaine before. My first time to Hogsmeade. He was the boy I ran into. But how did he remember me just from that? How did he know I was the same girl who had been crying. not watching where she was going, and ran into him? I shook my head. Whatever. So he remembered me, big deal.

As I walked down the streets I noticed people standing on street corners, selling amulets that guarded against the Dark Arts. I rolled my eyes at people's stupidity. They thought that Lord Voldemort was bad. Sure, sometimes he did do things that even I questioned but I knew it was only for the best. He did what he had to. He just wanted to help these people and here they were, trying to protect themselves against him. I felt my anger boil up at the sight of the fools. I bit my lip, trying to distract myself, slipped into aside alley and apparated back home.

After I dropped the package off with Lord Voldemort (I had no idea what it was and probably never would, he was pretty secretive a lot of the time) I sat down in a large, comfy chair and drifted off.

Zofia looked out from behind the tree. The others Death Eaters were gathered nearby. She looked out over the campsite. People were scurrying about, some celebrating the victory of whichever Quiddith team had won, others were looking rather disappointed but still managed to celebrate a bit. When Zofia first heard the plan she didn't understand. She had been afraid to question Voldemort but still, she asked why.

He had told her that the Death Eaters were to go to the Quidditch World Cup simply as part of the bigger plan. They wouldn't hurt anyone who was on their side but should the evil opposers try to stop them they could do whatever they needed. This was simply to strike fear in the hearts of the evil ones and show them that Lord Voldemort has returned to create a new, better world.

That was all the explanation Zofia needed. She should never have questioned him. All he ever did was help. And in the long run, he was just trying to make a better place. She felt angry at herself for questioning him. What had he ever done to make her do that? The answer was nothing. He had done nothing to deserve that.

She wrapped her arms around herself. It was cold in the shadow of the trees. She looked at the ground, doubting herself. What if her uncle was mad that she had questioned him?

"Pay attention," said a cold voice that sent a shiver down Zofia's spine. She looked up and though she could not see the face behind the mask, she knew by the voice that it was Lucius Malfoy. "We can't have you drifting off in the middle of the attack now, can we?"

She shook her head, unable to make her voice work. She looked around and noticed a few others, Crabbe, Goyle, Macnair, Lestrange, as they waved their wands, making their masks appear. They all grouped together and she did the same, waving her wand to place her mask. They marched down the hill and straight into the camp, not even hesitating. They blasted tents out of the way and sent curses at people who didn't move, all the while chanting.

The camp soon cleared out and Zofia was left wandering around, checking for anyone who may have been left behind. The other Death Eaters were beginning to leave, slowly. They checked the camp as well before disappearing completely. She couldn't bring herself to leave though. Surely, not all of these people had been evil? But they had destroyed the entire camp anyway. She jumped as she heard a shout in the distance.

"Morsemordre!" someone said and suddenly the Dark Mark appeared in the sky. She looked across the now barren campsite and saw Crouch, his wand pointed in the sky. He lowered his wand, noticing Zofia but something else caught their attention. Movement. Crouch moved forward quickly as Zofia circled around but someone shouted. People appeared and Zofia twisted around, running in the opposite direction. She was going to get herself caught if she didn't get out of there and she knew Crouch was probably already gone. She got as far away from them as she could and apparated away.

Okay! I know it's going a bit slow but hopefully it will start picking up next chapter (it most likely will!) Zofia's going to go on a bit of an adventure ;) and meet some new people!

So, keep reading! And review please and thank you!

Again, feel free to share your ideas (I'll probably put them in my story if you that's what you want) and constructive citicism is welcome! No mean comments though, please.

Also, sorry if everything isn't completely true to the books. I really do try to make it work with the real story but sometimes things slip my mind. :)