~Chapter 7~

"It's not that major." Harry and everyone else turned their heads as Sonea commented from the doorway. She had leaned against the side of the frame with her arms crossed as she watched Harry argue with two of his friends. She figured out that their names were Ron and Hermione from the conversation.
Lupin had taken her up to the third landing, a floor above Harry's room. He told her that Dumbledore had figured she might want her own room. After that, he went back to the meeting. Sonea wondered why he was so nice to her. Not wanting to think about it, Sonea had walked down stairs to the room Harry was sleeping in with Ron. When Harry was yelling about them having a 'real laugh holed up here,' Sonea began to listen from the doorway. No one noticed her. Not even when two twin boys who had the same red hair as Ron Apparated in. They were trying to use something called Extendable Ears to hear the conversation going on in the meeting downstairs. They thought that it was very big.
"Who are you?" the two twins asked her at the same time.
"Sonea!" Harry rushed over to her to introduce her. "These are my friends Ron, Hermione, and Fred and George."
"Don't forget me!" an indignant cry came from behind Sonea. A small red headed girl was standing with her arms crossed.
"And Ginny," said Harry with a smile. Then his smile dropped. "What are they talking about?"
"How would she know?" Fred asked suspiciously before Sonea could say anything.
"Yeah, how could she know when we haven't been able to find out?" George added.
"She came here with me and went into the meeting. So what did they talk about?" The eager for knowledge look on his face made her wish that she had something to tell.
"They only questioned me the whole time. The only thing I know is that they want information about Voldemort-" everyone but Harry flinched. "-and some weapon that he's looking for." Many jaws dropped. Fred and George began whispering. Suddenly, Fred whispered, "Dammit," and pulled on the Extendable Ear. Then Ron said "C'mon," and they all left. Assuming that they went down to dinner, Sonea didn't follow. Instead she went up to her room. A CRASH came from downstairs followed by an earsplitting scream. It took a while, but eventually the screaming stopped. Lying on the bed face down, Sonea willed herself to sleep. But she couldn't. And she knew why. She wanted to know more about Voldemort. More about her father.
Standing up from the bed, she went back down to Harry's room. Looking through his trunk, she found a quill and a bottle of ink. Taking it out, she used it to write Voldemort on her hand. Returning his quill and ink to his trunk, she went back to her room. Sleep quickly came to her.

Sonea was sitting with her eyes closed on a very comfy chair. Very comfy. She could sink right into it. Footsteps made her open her eyes. Standing in front of her was a very handsome man. Dark hair and deep dark eyes against pale skin. He was truly handsome. But at the same time, he was familiar.
"Sonea" Her name rolled off of his tongue. But it immediately put her on edge. She knew this man. This vile, disgusting man.
"Voldemort," she replied coldly. He smiled warmly at her.
"Call me father," he drawled. "You are my only child after all."
"How are you in my dream?" Sonea demanded standing up. Her long hair fell on her shoulders and the smooth silk dress rippled around her. "You're not supposed to be able to see me or even talk to me!"
"Temper, temper Sonea. Is that any way to speak to your father?" he asked mockingly.
"You're not my father," replied Sonea harshly. Voldemort coldly smirked back at her.
"I could take control of this 'dream' if I wanted to, you know," said Voldemort. "It would be so easy. Almost as easy as bringing you to me." Sonea straightened and put on a cold mask.
"Just try. I can fight off any Death Eater you send at me. I'm not like other wizards."
"I know you aren't. You're my child." The possessive note in his voice scared her. "I know you have powers that no one else knows about. Some you don't even know about. If only you'd help me instead of Dumbledore. You have such potential"
Sonea swallowed hard. Needless to say, she was scared. No, more than that. Terrified. How this man could be her father, she couldn't figure out. Slowly he took a step forward and as he did, the handsome man disappeared. Like he stepped through a mirror. But instead of reflecting him, it changed him. All of his hair disappeared leaving a face whiter than a skull. His dark alluring eyes changed to a vivid scarlet color. His nose flattened like a snakes and left only slits. He continued to walk forward as this new creature. He now looked scary.
Strangely, Sonea wasn't nearly as afraid. He now looked as evil on the outside as he was on the inside. No more deception. He was showing her how evil he was.
"If you're trying to scare me, you're doing a really crappy job," said Sonea. She sat down and relaxed. Voldemort continued until he was an arms length away. He looked down at her with a strange smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Freak." That simple, unexpected word actually made his smile fade.
"Freak," he said, trying the word. "Freak? Have you already degraded yourself to calling your enemy bad names?"
"Only for you, father," Sonea replied. Voldemort looked at her for a long second. Then, he suddenly waved his hand. A chair appeared directly across from Sonea which he sat down in. "What do you want?" she asked.
"Can't you figure it out?" he asked her. She had a guess. A few. He had many different things he wanted.
"You want to kill Harry," Sonea began. He nodded. "You want some sort of weapon. You want to live forever. And you want to rule the world." He nodded to all of it.
"That's all correct," said Voldemort. "Now do you know why I want any of that?" Sonea was confused. He was offering her the chance to uncover his plans. Then it hit her.
"What do you want from me?" She could barely hear her own words. It was amazing that he could hear them.
"You to come without a fight. You could easily kill many of my Death Eaters if I sent them to take you. If you come without a fight, then I don't lose any of my servants."
Before she could stop herself, she asked, "tell me what I get out of this." Voldemort smiled.
"Power. Recognition. Invincibility. Control." The last one was the one that made her think. That's what she lacked. What she wanted the most. Controlling those around her. It was annoyingly tempting. She kept silent so she wouldn't say anything stupid. Voldemort took this as an okay to continue. "I wont force you to do anything. Yet. I'm merely suggesting that you make friends with a boy around your age. Draco Malfoy. His father, Lucius, is one of my most loyal Death Eaters. Young Draco wishes to become one as well." He narrowed his eyes slightly as he waited for her reaction.
Keeping her face stoic Sonea replied, "Why would I even bother to meet one of your servants? Especially now that I'm friends with Harry?"
"Because Harry will shun you once you tell him you're my daughter. Draco will welcome your presence." He paused. "And I know you're curious now. You'll meet him because now you want to."
Bingo.
Sonea would because she was curious. "Get out of my head," she spat. A sneer made his face even uglier.
"Let me at least leave you with a present, daughter. Crucio."

Fire erupted throughout Sonea's body. Thinking hurt. Breathing hurt. Living hurt. She let out a long, bloodcurdling scream. Whether it was her dream self or her real self that screamed, she wasn't sure. It didn't matter.
But one minute her whole body was going through hell, and the next she was drenched in sweet and surrounded by people. The only pain left over was in her hand where she wrote Voldemort's name. She looked at her hand. His name glowed bright red and burned as bad as her whole body did. She clenched her hand and cradled it against her chest.
"Sonea?"
"Sonea!"
"What's wrong?"
"Are you okay?"
"Her hand!"
"Sonea!"
"What happened?"
She looked up at the faces surrounding her bed. Harry, Lupin, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny, Moody, Sirius, and Mrs. Weasley. Sonea offered them a weak smile. "Bad dream." Not one of them believed her. She could see it on their faces. "I'm fine," she insisted. "Just a nightmare."
"Right then," said Mrs. Weasley. "Let's get all of you down to the kitchen. It's almost breakfast time." It was clear that she was afraid of Sonea. As they left, Moody, Lupin, and Sirius stayed behind.
"Let's see it girl," said Moody. Sonea cocked her head innocently at him.
"See what?" Sirius sighed and turned around as he muttered a curse. Lupin shook his head. Moody however grabbed her hand and forced it open. Voldemort's name stilled burned brightly. Moody went to touch it with his wand. As he did, a new wave of pain hit Sonea, once again setting her body on fire.
"Fuck," she said snatching her hand away. She fought back the scream and tears that threatened to come out. Slowly, the pain dulled. Even in her hand. His name began to fade until she couldn't see it anymore. "Dammit, Moody. That hurt!" She glared up at the ex-Auror.
"Sonea!" Lupin said sharply. Sonea glared at him too.
"What?" she demanded. "He hates me anyways! Why not fuel the fire? I might as well seeing how one day I may turn out to be his enemy!" That was more than she wanted to say but she couldn't help it.
"Enemy? What do you mean by enemy?" said Sirius. He was suddenly very interested in Sonea.
"Nothing, of course. Other than the fact that Voldemort just offered me a chance to join him." The three of them exchanged glances. Then Lupin nodded at Moody. Moody raised his wand and before Sonea could ask what was going on, she was drifting to sleep again.