(Author's Note – A new chapter to end the Easter Weekend. Now, this chapter will feature other stuff beside the obvious but next chapter, it's a surprise, for you guys.
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lizy2000: Thank you for following the story and for your support. As for your question, yes. She was abandoned at the orphanage when she was a baby, she had no idea about the wizardry world until now. So she wouldn't know what that word meant.
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"Last time – Merry Christmas Mum & Dad, where ever you are." Then I fell asleep.
"No Ron, for the last time, you can't have my bacon." I told him.
"But Sophie, you've hardly touched it." Ron protested. It was true. I haven't touched my breakfast. Today, all of the students were returning to Hogwarts. The positive: My best friend Hermione is coming back. Oh the stories we can tell each other. The negative: I've got to deal with Stupid Malfoy and Zanbini again. No doubt they'll try to turn me against my friends. "Sophie?" Ron waved to me.
"I'm sorry what?" I said.
"Harry was talking to you." He said.
"I'm sorry, just lost in thought." I answered. "I'm going to go outside for a bit, read a book or something." I added. I waved good bye to Harry & Ron before I left but before as soon as I left the room, I bumped into Neville, who hasn't really been friends as of late.
"Hey, Neville." I said softly.
"Hey. Listen, I want to say I'm sorry." Neville said.
"I'm sorry what?" I said, confused.
"I'm sorry. Cause what your parents did to mine, when I heard your name, I was sort of angry, thinking that you were going to be the same. But I was wrong. You're a nice person, nothing like your parents. So do you forgive me?" Neville said.
"I think I'll let bygones be bygones. Friends?" I said, sticking my hand out.
"Friends" He said, shaking it.
"So, how was your holidays?" I asked.
"Oh It was good, yours?" He said
"Same." I said. We waved each other good-bye before we walked past each other and I head of for the lake. It was a nice, sunny day with a few clouds about but it was cold. I wore a thick leather jumper, a red t-shirt, some blue jeans and some winter boots. I walked down and I can see the train starting to pull into the station, good, everyone was back. I reached the lake and I found a nice tree and sat down under it. I pulled out my favourite comic book and I started to read it. The breeze was nice and cool, with the sun belting down on my face. I was getting into my comic when I heard movement coming from behind me.
"Sophie? Where are you?" Hermione. Oh god, I quickly hid behind the tree and I tried to fake sleep. "Sophie, are you-oh." She said. I heard a giggle from her as she started to shake my shoulder. I was trying my best not to wake up.
"Come on, Sophie, it's time to wake up." She whispered but I didn't bother. She pulled me into her arms and started to stroke my hair. The gentleness of the touch was making me sleepily, pretty soon, I won't be faking sleep anytime soon. "Sophie, wake up please, for me?" She pleaded. I opened my eyes to see Hermione's brown eyes looking down at me.
"Oh. Hey Sophie, when did you get here?" I said.
"Just now. Now, are you coming up?" She said. "There's food."
"You had me at food." I said. She smile as we both got up and walk back up to the castle. "So, How was your trip to France?" I asked.
It is fun, I went skiing." Hermione said.
"That's Good." I said.
"Sophie, Harry said you guys found a mirror that shows your deepest desires. What was yours?" She asked. I walk for a few metres before answering back.
"My deepest desire was my parents to never sided with that piece of shit." I said. Hermione nodded but kept silent.
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The next few days were spent getting back into the groove with school, homework, searching for Flamel, and watching Harry played Quidditch. The team had been practicing more than usual because of something that Wood had found out.
"Snape will be refereeing the next match against Hufflepuff in February," he said one practice.
"What?" Harry gasped. "Why?"
"He requested it," Wood said shortly. "We all know he'll be trying to knock off any points we get, so we need to be extra careful next time." Harry came up to us with a grim look. He stay silent for a few minutes.
Snape… will be refereeing our next match against Hufflepuff," Harry said finally.
"What?" I Said
"I know." Harry said.
"But he tried to kill you!" Ron exclaimed.
Harry nodded. "I know."
"Don't play then," Hermione said. "Who knows what he'll try this time."
"I can't just not play, Hermione," Harry said softly. "Gryffindor needs me."
"But –" I started but Harry
"I have to play; I'm not going to quit just because of Snape." Harry said
"But you nearly died last time!" Hermione cried out.
"Guys, you worry too much. I promise, I'll be fine," Harry murmured. "All the professors will be there."
"I don't know, Harry, this guy has hated you since day one." I said. It was the day of the match. I hoped we win. Harry was just whizzing around while almost getting hit by a bludger.
"Harry!" I heard Hermione gasped as Harry swerved in mid-air to avoid being hit.
"Don't bother Granger, she can't hear you," Malfoy sneered. "If we're lucky she'll fall off her broom or something." Oh, no. Dick-weed is here with his Colonies.
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Ron snapped angrily.
"Don't listen to him, Hermione," Neville whispered quietly.
Malfoy rounded on him. "Are you trying to ignore me, Longbottom? Figures, you've finally discovered your place, which is beneath me."
"Oi, leave him alone." I said to him
"Oh, it would be right for the blood-traitor to defend her friends." He sneered. Me, Neville and Ron glared at him, but Hermione wasn't listening to them. Instead, she was watching Harry, terrified, so I grabbed he hand and squeeze it gently, her smile appeared. Harry had just gone into a steep dive that had everyone on the edge of their seats. Me and Hermione stood up, as Harry streaked towards the ground, his form blurry from the speed he was going.
"Maybe he spotted some change for you, Wealsey, or maybe a new brain for Longbottom," Malfoy said, smirking. That was it, I saw Ron and Neville jumped on Malfoy and his mates. As much as I want to watch or join, I heard Hermione gasped beside me. I turned around and saw Harry was about to grab the Snitch.
"Come on, careful Harry… careful…" Hermione murmured, gripping the railing tight. "That's it, you got it… yes!" she screamed along with everyone else.
"Ron! Neville! He's got it! He caught the Snitch, we won!" I yelled. Well, Neville was knocked out so we got a problem on that front but who cares, we won.
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The day after the match we had to study for our exams which Ron was saying he was a genius so Hermione asked him some simple potion questions which he's got wrong then he said he would copying off Hermione which went down well. Then, I heard Harry gasped in front of me. He must of worked something out, please let it be about History of Magic.
"It's him! It's Flamel!" He yelped, scrambling up.
"What?" I questioned.
"It's Nicolas Flamel! I knew it! I knew I saw him before!" Harry held the card up, showing Professor Dumbledore's smiling face. "See? Listen, 'Professor Dumbledore is particularly famous for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood and his work on alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel!'"
Oh god, ok, follow me." Hermione said. We all ran out of the Great Hall and ran for the library. We entered the library and me, Harry and Ron sat at the table while Hermione went behind the shelf. She came back, carrying a big book. "I had you guys looking in the wrong section, How could I been so stupid!" She said before putting the big book and taking a seat next to me. "I had checked this out a few weeks ago for a bit of light reading, but I can't believe I never looked in here!" She said.
"This is light?" Ron asked. Hermione shot him a glare before continuing.
"Nicolas Flamel," Hermione said, her eyes wide, "is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone!"
"The what?" We all said.
"Honestly, don't you lot read?" She said. "The stone gives the person the exlier of life that give the person immortality. That's what on the floor. That's what the dog's guarding. The philosopher's stone." We were all shocked by the discovery of the stone but then we were interrupted by Professor McGonagall on the speaker.
"Will miss Lestrange please head to the headmaster's office. The password is lemon drop." She ordered. Oh dear, being called up to the Professor Dumbledore's office was not a good sign. I waved good-bye to my friends, arrived at the office, said the password and enter the room. Professor Dumbledore was waiting for me.
"Ah, Miss Sophie, please take a seat, lemon?" Dumbledore said.
"Uh, no thanks. Uh, you wanted to see me?" I said.
"Yes. Don't worry, you're not in trouble. I wanted to talk to you about something." He said.
"Ok, about what?" I asked him.
"I want to talk to you about your parents." He said. I looked at him confused. "Yes, Miss Sophie. I think it's about time you learn about your parents." He said.
(Author's Note – There we go. Yes, an another cliff-hanger. I know, but that's all I wanted to do today anyway. Next time, Sophie finally learns about her parents. Next chapter won't be until Tuesday because I'll be going somewhere tomorrow night but I'll will start writing it tomorrow and post it up on Tuesday. Like and review if you have any questions. Until next time, Kizzard245 out!)