Harry, Ron and Hermione all showed surprise at the fact that Sophie even
knew Malfoy. Harry's expression darkened immediately.
"Slytherin." Malfoy himself volunteered from the doorway. Crabbe and Goyle hovered in the background. Every head snapped up to look at him.
"Well, well, if it isn't Potty and the poor Weasel. Oh, and the mudblood." He sneered. "Hello Sophie." He added in a nicer voice.
"Draco." Sophie acknowledged with a small nod of her head. She snubbed Malfoy in the most polite way she could. After all, what had Annette and Rosalia poured all those manners in her head for?
She cast a glance in Harry's direction. Hate showed on his face, plainer than day. His fists were clinched, making the muscles in his arms bulge. Sophie slipped one of her hands over his and he instantly relaxed and opened his hand to hold hers.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes at this. Sophie used her free hand to rub her arm. "Draco? Do you think you could close the door? I feel a draft." Harry acted accordingly and wrapped is arm around her using his other hand to hold hers. She snuggled close to him and smiled.
Malfoy pivoted around on his heel and left the compartment, slamming the door. All the occupants laughed heartily at this. Hermione smiled at Harry and Sophie. Malfoy was gone, but each seemed content to stay where they were. After a few minutes Sophie's head slipped down onto Harry's shoulder and she fell asleep.
Harry looked down at her tousled brown curls. Ron noticed him looking.
"Happy Harry?" Ron asked slyly.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. Did you notice even after Malfoy left, she was happy to stay right where she was and you were happy to accommodate her?" Harry simply shook his head.
"You two look cute together." Hermione added, with a knowing little smile. Harry looked yet again down at the lovely vision snuggled contently in his arms. She wouldn't ever want anything to do with The Harry Potter would she? Sure he was famous and he had noticed more girls looking at him since last summer, but someone that perfect wanting to date him?
He shook his head at the possibility. Yet the thought of her with anyone else made his stomach twist into knots. Especially Malfoy. Oh, yes, he had seen the way that son-of-a-bitch was looking at her. His only relief was that Sophie didn't seem to like Malfoy all that much. Her greeting was cold, damn near frigid. Ron must have been thinking along the same lines.
"Why did she ask about Malfoy?" Ron asked.
"She must have met him sometime." Harry said shortly, wanting to avoid the topic.
"Maybe that was why she was crying?" Hermione asked.
"You noticed?" Harry asked, looking down at Sophie. There were still tear stain on her face.
"Why was she crying?" Ron asked.
"I honestly don't know. She wouldn't tell me."
He frowned and looked down at Sophie. She was shivering. He rubbed her arms.
She wasn't cold though, only Harry had no idea.. She was in the dream again. The pretty woman was telling her she loved her and the plump woman was taking her away, only this time she knew who these people were! The pretty woman had curly brown hair, like hers! And the same blue eyes! She must be her mother. The plump blonde was Annette. She was sure of it now. She knew who was coming too. It was her father. He was going to kill her mother and she was helpless.
She noticed the necklace for the first time. Her mother took it off and slipped it into the basket and it was glowing. She felt herself be carried away. Completely helpless. She couldn't save her mother. She was nothing but a tiny infant. She knew what was coming next. She tried to shut her eyes so she wouldn't see, but inevitably her mothers face flashed before her eyes. She screamed as loud as she could so she wouldn't hear her mother's scream.
Harry jumped and shook her shoulders. She had stopped shivering and began to shake violently and then she screamed.
"Sophie! Sophie, are you all right? What's wrong?" Harry asked, nearly frantic now. Sophie wanted to calm him down, but she couldn't seem to catch her breath just yet.
"I'm, I'm ok!" She managed to stammer out.
"Sophie?" Tobey yelled in the hallway.
"In here!" she called. Tobey came in and looked at her. She appeared to be all right.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, it was just that damned dream again." She muttered, going red.
"Sophia Dianne, do not use expletives. It's not lady like. What if Aunt Rosie heard you?"
"What if she heard you call her Rosie? She'd have a heart attack. She only lets you call her.."
"Rosalie and Rosalia." He finished with her, rolling his eyes. "It's the Italian pride of hers. I'll go back now, as long as you're alright."
"I am, it was just worse this time."
"What do you mean?"
"I knew who the people were." She told him, giving a 'that's-enough-said- now-shut-up-and-go-away' look. Tobey turned and with a silly grin walked out of the compartment, silently shutting the door.
Harry turned to Sophie who was now staring out the window, watching the green countryside fly by. She was wiping more tears from her eyes.
"Sophie?"
"Hmm..?" she asked, still not turning. Hermione poked Ron earning a grunt and pointed at the door. He caught on and followed her silently out.
"Won't you tell me what's wrong? What was the dream about?"
"I.I can't. Please Harry, it hurts too much."
"You'll find if you say things, you feel better." He reached over and brushed her hair away from her face. "Tell me." He pleaded softly.
Sophie felt a new wave of tears coming on. "It's just a dream, Harry. It happened a long time ago."
"Tell me anyway."
"Its..my mother. She was murdered by Voldemort. I've had a dream of her death for years now. I can..." she took a deep breath and tried not to cry. "I see her, telling me she loves me and forcing Annette to run away with me. As Annette runs with my basket I hear her scream and see a bright light." She deliberately left out the face thing. "Its so awful! I'm only an infant, not quite a month old, and all I can do is cry." She buried her face in her hands.
Harry sat back and let his breath out with a whoosh. He had thought it was a childish nightmare of monsters or something scary that had happened long ago. This was so much more. Sophie had gritted Voldemort's name out with nothing but hatred. She didn't flinch or anything. Harry took note of this. He leaned over to talk to her.
"I understand. My parents were killed by Voldemort too."
"But do you see it? Do you remember?" she sobbed.
"Yes." He said very quietly. She looked up at him. "When a dementor, you know what that is?" she nodded. "When a dementor gets close to me, I can hear it. My mother begging him to spare me. My Father fending him off. His hideous high-pitched laughter. I hear it all, and as you say, I cannot do anything. I am simply and observer."
She looked at him with new respect. No one understood what she went through, but Harry did. Her brothers did everything they could. Tobias and Matthias used to stay up and hold her hand when she was little. Gabriel did if he didn't have to work. Nathaniel had when she was small, but now, well Nate wasn't around anymore. They all tolerated 'the big quidditch star'. All but Gabriel.
"Harry, I." but she couldn't think of what to say. He was looking straight at her. 'God, I love his eyes!' she thought. 'He is so incredibly sexy and he doesn't seem to notice. He wouldn't ever want plain little me, would he? No, not if he knew the truth.'
Harry was again thinking along those lines. 'She's perfect in every little way. Her smile seems to light up the room.'
Their thoughts were interrupted when Hermione and Ron came back in. They were both smiling.
"What are you two all grins about?" Sophie asked, but neither Ron nor Hermione was the one to answer. Ginny and Neville walked in. They were holding hands. Ginny was all smiles and bright eyes. Neville had a silly, lopsided, shy grin on his face.
Harry sat back and grinned. 'Thank God he grew out of being quite so clumsy.' He thought to himself. Neville had changed. He was much taller, thought not quite Harry's 6'2". Ginny was no longer a shy little girl either. She was very pretty. Her hair was long and darker, more auburn than carrot red. She was medium-tall and one of the prettiest and most popular sixth years.
Sophie smiled. They were a cute couple. The six fell into giddy conversation. Sophie's Uncle came and got her just before the train reached Hogsmead.
"Sophie, we've decided it would be best for you to go to Hogwarts this year." Gabriel delivered the information once she was seated. Each brother waited for her to protest. She smiled and said "Okay."
"Your okay with that?" Tobey asked.
"Yes. What house will I be in?" she asked her uncle.
"We'll have to see. You will be sorted with the first years. You'll need your school things." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Sophie, will you please go ask Harry if I may borrow Hedwig?" Sophie nodded and walked out.
She knocked and walked into Harry's compartment. Ginny and Neville were gone. Harry visibly brightened when she walked in.
"Harry? Uncle Albus wants to know if he may use Hedwig?"
"Sure." Harry opened Hedwig's cage and held out his hand. She climbed out on to it and hooted. Harry followed Sophie back to her uncle. Albus had written down everything she needed, added for them to please rush the order and sent it with Hedwig to Diagon Alley.
"Harry, don't you think Hermione and Sophie are about the same height?" Albus asked. Harry nodded. "Sophie, ask Hermione if you may borrow a set of her school robes for the sorting ceremony."
Sophie followed Harry back and acted accordingly. Hermione's robes fit mostly. Sophie used her wand to make the hem an inch or so longer. Never the less, Hermione and Sophie were the same medium-tall, yet petite size. On the carriage ride from Hogsmead, Sophie began to fret about the sorting ceremony.
"It'll be alright, I promise. Hey, at least they didn't make you go across the lake with the first years." Harry said grinning.
"But what if I get put in Slytherin?" she asked with a shiver. "I just know I can't stand that horrid Malfoy!"
"You're too good and sweet for Slytherin." Harry insisted.
'Oh, Harry, if you only knew! I mean, I'm half him aren't I?' she asked herself. 'No, just don't think about it!'
A/N: Review and let me know if you like it so far! Interesting don't you think? ^_^
"Slytherin." Malfoy himself volunteered from the doorway. Crabbe and Goyle hovered in the background. Every head snapped up to look at him.
"Well, well, if it isn't Potty and the poor Weasel. Oh, and the mudblood." He sneered. "Hello Sophie." He added in a nicer voice.
"Draco." Sophie acknowledged with a small nod of her head. She snubbed Malfoy in the most polite way she could. After all, what had Annette and Rosalia poured all those manners in her head for?
She cast a glance in Harry's direction. Hate showed on his face, plainer than day. His fists were clinched, making the muscles in his arms bulge. Sophie slipped one of her hands over his and he instantly relaxed and opened his hand to hold hers.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes at this. Sophie used her free hand to rub her arm. "Draco? Do you think you could close the door? I feel a draft." Harry acted accordingly and wrapped is arm around her using his other hand to hold hers. She snuggled close to him and smiled.
Malfoy pivoted around on his heel and left the compartment, slamming the door. All the occupants laughed heartily at this. Hermione smiled at Harry and Sophie. Malfoy was gone, but each seemed content to stay where they were. After a few minutes Sophie's head slipped down onto Harry's shoulder and she fell asleep.
Harry looked down at her tousled brown curls. Ron noticed him looking.
"Happy Harry?" Ron asked slyly.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. Did you notice even after Malfoy left, she was happy to stay right where she was and you were happy to accommodate her?" Harry simply shook his head.
"You two look cute together." Hermione added, with a knowing little smile. Harry looked yet again down at the lovely vision snuggled contently in his arms. She wouldn't ever want anything to do with The Harry Potter would she? Sure he was famous and he had noticed more girls looking at him since last summer, but someone that perfect wanting to date him?
He shook his head at the possibility. Yet the thought of her with anyone else made his stomach twist into knots. Especially Malfoy. Oh, yes, he had seen the way that son-of-a-bitch was looking at her. His only relief was that Sophie didn't seem to like Malfoy all that much. Her greeting was cold, damn near frigid. Ron must have been thinking along the same lines.
"Why did she ask about Malfoy?" Ron asked.
"She must have met him sometime." Harry said shortly, wanting to avoid the topic.
"Maybe that was why she was crying?" Hermione asked.
"You noticed?" Harry asked, looking down at Sophie. There were still tear stain on her face.
"Why was she crying?" Ron asked.
"I honestly don't know. She wouldn't tell me."
He frowned and looked down at Sophie. She was shivering. He rubbed her arms.
She wasn't cold though, only Harry had no idea.. She was in the dream again. The pretty woman was telling her she loved her and the plump woman was taking her away, only this time she knew who these people were! The pretty woman had curly brown hair, like hers! And the same blue eyes! She must be her mother. The plump blonde was Annette. She was sure of it now. She knew who was coming too. It was her father. He was going to kill her mother and she was helpless.
She noticed the necklace for the first time. Her mother took it off and slipped it into the basket and it was glowing. She felt herself be carried away. Completely helpless. She couldn't save her mother. She was nothing but a tiny infant. She knew what was coming next. She tried to shut her eyes so she wouldn't see, but inevitably her mothers face flashed before her eyes. She screamed as loud as she could so she wouldn't hear her mother's scream.
Harry jumped and shook her shoulders. She had stopped shivering and began to shake violently and then she screamed.
"Sophie! Sophie, are you all right? What's wrong?" Harry asked, nearly frantic now. Sophie wanted to calm him down, but she couldn't seem to catch her breath just yet.
"I'm, I'm ok!" She managed to stammer out.
"Sophie?" Tobey yelled in the hallway.
"In here!" she called. Tobey came in and looked at her. She appeared to be all right.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, it was just that damned dream again." She muttered, going red.
"Sophia Dianne, do not use expletives. It's not lady like. What if Aunt Rosie heard you?"
"What if she heard you call her Rosie? She'd have a heart attack. She only lets you call her.."
"Rosalie and Rosalia." He finished with her, rolling his eyes. "It's the Italian pride of hers. I'll go back now, as long as you're alright."
"I am, it was just worse this time."
"What do you mean?"
"I knew who the people were." She told him, giving a 'that's-enough-said- now-shut-up-and-go-away' look. Tobey turned and with a silly grin walked out of the compartment, silently shutting the door.
Harry turned to Sophie who was now staring out the window, watching the green countryside fly by. She was wiping more tears from her eyes.
"Sophie?"
"Hmm..?" she asked, still not turning. Hermione poked Ron earning a grunt and pointed at the door. He caught on and followed her silently out.
"Won't you tell me what's wrong? What was the dream about?"
"I.I can't. Please Harry, it hurts too much."
"You'll find if you say things, you feel better." He reached over and brushed her hair away from her face. "Tell me." He pleaded softly.
Sophie felt a new wave of tears coming on. "It's just a dream, Harry. It happened a long time ago."
"Tell me anyway."
"Its..my mother. She was murdered by Voldemort. I've had a dream of her death for years now. I can..." she took a deep breath and tried not to cry. "I see her, telling me she loves me and forcing Annette to run away with me. As Annette runs with my basket I hear her scream and see a bright light." She deliberately left out the face thing. "Its so awful! I'm only an infant, not quite a month old, and all I can do is cry." She buried her face in her hands.
Harry sat back and let his breath out with a whoosh. He had thought it was a childish nightmare of monsters or something scary that had happened long ago. This was so much more. Sophie had gritted Voldemort's name out with nothing but hatred. She didn't flinch or anything. Harry took note of this. He leaned over to talk to her.
"I understand. My parents were killed by Voldemort too."
"But do you see it? Do you remember?" she sobbed.
"Yes." He said very quietly. She looked up at him. "When a dementor, you know what that is?" she nodded. "When a dementor gets close to me, I can hear it. My mother begging him to spare me. My Father fending him off. His hideous high-pitched laughter. I hear it all, and as you say, I cannot do anything. I am simply and observer."
She looked at him with new respect. No one understood what she went through, but Harry did. Her brothers did everything they could. Tobias and Matthias used to stay up and hold her hand when she was little. Gabriel did if he didn't have to work. Nathaniel had when she was small, but now, well Nate wasn't around anymore. They all tolerated 'the big quidditch star'. All but Gabriel.
"Harry, I." but she couldn't think of what to say. He was looking straight at her. 'God, I love his eyes!' she thought. 'He is so incredibly sexy and he doesn't seem to notice. He wouldn't ever want plain little me, would he? No, not if he knew the truth.'
Harry was again thinking along those lines. 'She's perfect in every little way. Her smile seems to light up the room.'
Their thoughts were interrupted when Hermione and Ron came back in. They were both smiling.
"What are you two all grins about?" Sophie asked, but neither Ron nor Hermione was the one to answer. Ginny and Neville walked in. They were holding hands. Ginny was all smiles and bright eyes. Neville had a silly, lopsided, shy grin on his face.
Harry sat back and grinned. 'Thank God he grew out of being quite so clumsy.' He thought to himself. Neville had changed. He was much taller, thought not quite Harry's 6'2". Ginny was no longer a shy little girl either. She was very pretty. Her hair was long and darker, more auburn than carrot red. She was medium-tall and one of the prettiest and most popular sixth years.
Sophie smiled. They were a cute couple. The six fell into giddy conversation. Sophie's Uncle came and got her just before the train reached Hogsmead.
"Sophie, we've decided it would be best for you to go to Hogwarts this year." Gabriel delivered the information once she was seated. Each brother waited for her to protest. She smiled and said "Okay."
"Your okay with that?" Tobey asked.
"Yes. What house will I be in?" she asked her uncle.
"We'll have to see. You will be sorted with the first years. You'll need your school things." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Sophie, will you please go ask Harry if I may borrow Hedwig?" Sophie nodded and walked out.
She knocked and walked into Harry's compartment. Ginny and Neville were gone. Harry visibly brightened when she walked in.
"Harry? Uncle Albus wants to know if he may use Hedwig?"
"Sure." Harry opened Hedwig's cage and held out his hand. She climbed out on to it and hooted. Harry followed Sophie back to her uncle. Albus had written down everything she needed, added for them to please rush the order and sent it with Hedwig to Diagon Alley.
"Harry, don't you think Hermione and Sophie are about the same height?" Albus asked. Harry nodded. "Sophie, ask Hermione if you may borrow a set of her school robes for the sorting ceremony."
Sophie followed Harry back and acted accordingly. Hermione's robes fit mostly. Sophie used her wand to make the hem an inch or so longer. Never the less, Hermione and Sophie were the same medium-tall, yet petite size. On the carriage ride from Hogsmead, Sophie began to fret about the sorting ceremony.
"It'll be alright, I promise. Hey, at least they didn't make you go across the lake with the first years." Harry said grinning.
"But what if I get put in Slytherin?" she asked with a shiver. "I just know I can't stand that horrid Malfoy!"
"You're too good and sweet for Slytherin." Harry insisted.
'Oh, Harry, if you only knew! I mean, I'm half him aren't I?' she asked herself. 'No, just don't think about it!'
A/N: Review and let me know if you like it so far! Interesting don't you think? ^_^
