"Up! Up! Get up, you git!" Ron shouted at me.

I looked up at him through blurry vision. My eyes were squinting through the lights he had flicked on. "W-w—"

"Throw some bloody clothes on, and get downstairs!" He turned, running out of the room, and down the stairs.

When I noticed Fred's bed was empty, I hurried through pulling on pants and a jumper before yanking my shoes on.

"George!" Bill yelled. "Hurry up!"

I practically ran him down as I came off the staircase. "What in the bloody—," I stopped noticing Mum on the verge of tears. "What happened?" I looked around. "Where's Dad? Or Charlie? Why are you and Fleur here, Bill?"

"George, there was an attack made earlier tonight," Fred said, coming to my side.

"So why are we standing here?"

"The victims are being moved to St. Mungo's, and we'll leave in a few minutes. You need to know what happened though."

I shifted uncomfortably under everyone's gaze.

Bill sighed. "A group of Deatheaters attacked the flats of the Chudley Cannon team members. It's unclear how many of them were hurt."

"Sophia?" I whispered.

He shook his head. "We don't know yet. No one was killed though."

I took a few steps away from Fred and apparated on the spot. I pushed through the doors of what appeared to be an old abandoned building. A few turns and I saw the familiar white halls of St. Mungo's. Before I could get to the healer's station I saw Sirius and Remus talking in hushed voices. They saw me, and began pulling me with them down the hall.

"She's shaken, but no harm done," Remus informed me. "A few of the others were hurt rather badly though."

Sirius opened the door to one of the rooms, going in before me.

My eyes searched the room until I could find hers. She was crying as she clutched onto Elizabeth Crowning's hand.

Charlie and Dad stood to the side, talking with a few of her other teammates.

"Please wake up!" Sophia begged, breaking the echoing silence.

Joey placed a hand on her shoulder before taking the seat next to her. "She will. She has to."

Across the room, healers worked frantically over what looked to be Galvin.

"Why won't she wake up already?" Sophia demanded to whoever would answer her.

"She will," Joey promised. His hand rubbed up and down her back and she was draped over the side of her friend's bed.

"I shouldn't be here," I mumbled to Dad when he came over with Charlie.

Charlie shook his head. "She's been asking about you since we found her. Just give them a few moments."

While we waited, they explained in great detail what had happened in Galvin's flat and in Joey's. When they started talking about Elizabeth and Sophia the details began to blur.

"Sophia's tired and extremely worked up right now. She can't speak to us without crying yet," Charlie explained.

"George?"

I looked up and had to suppress the smile that wanted to take over my face. Sophia quickly moved across the room, throwing herself in my arms as the sobs suddenly took over.

"He wanted m-me," she cried. "And n-n-now E-Elizab-b-beth i-is—."

I shushed her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her body against mine. "It's alright. She's going to be fine."

"I-I t-t-thought s-she forg-g-got h-her k-k-key! I-I-It's all m-m-my f-f-fault!"

"Key?" Sirius mouthed to Charlie.

"Sophia, why don't we go to a quieter room?" I suggested. She looked back to Elizabeth with frantic eyes. I cradled her face in my hands. "She's resting. We won't be gone long. Right now, I'm worried about you."

She bit her bottom lip and I noticed with a frown that it was bleeding. "O-Okay," she mumbled. As we followed Dad and Remus down the hospital corridor, she stumbled a few times over her feet. Her eyes were still flooded with tears.

"Careful," I murmured, wrapping my arm around her waist to steady her. Once in the room I sat next to her on the freshly made cot. I glanced worriedly at her lip, brushing her hand away when she touched it. "Didn't a healer look you over?"

She dabbed at the blood trailing down her chin. "I'm fine," she muttered, using her sleeve to wipe it away. When I started to speak again, she glared at me. "I did it to myself, George. Just stop!" she snapped.

Charlie handed her a tissue.

She thanked him before letting out a sigh. "I know you all want to know what happened, but I don't remember much."

"Can you tell us what you do remember? Anything could help us," Remus insisted gently.

"Someone was knocking on the door, so I went to answer it. I thought it was Liz." She stopped, shaking her head. "I should have looked in her room, but she's always forgetting her key. They smacked my wand out of my hand before I could do anything."

"Did you recognize them?"

"The two men?" she clarified. "No, but the woman in Galvin's room… I remember hearing her voice somewhere else. She might have been in my year at Hogwarts, but I'm not sure."

Charlie nodded. "That'll help. Is there anything else?"

"I'm sorry," she said as she shook her head no. "My mind blocks out things like it. By the time I wake up tomorrow it'll all be a blur."

"Would you mind coming with us and going through a few pictures to see if you could find a match for the Deatheaters that were in your room?"

She sniffed. "I can do that. I need to see Elizabeth and Galvin before I leave though."

Remus smiled sympathetically. "Of course. We'll wait in the foyer."

We walked her back down to where her friends were being treated, and I started to leave with the others when she snatched my hand. "I'm just going with them," I told her.

"Please come with me," she pleaded.

I glanced at Dad before looking back to her. "If you're sure…"

**Later That Night**

I sucked in a sharp breath as my heart clenched violently in my chest. "She's been captured," I managed to get out. I shoved the book away from me quickly when my parent's faces flashed before my eyes.

George shot a glare at his brother.

"I apologize, Sophia. That wasn't supposed to be in there."

Mallory's torturous voice rang through my ears along with memories of my days at Hogwarts. My eyes widened. "She was friends with the women," I mumbled.

"What was that?" George asked me.

"The women in Galvin's room…she was in Slytherin with M-Mallory," I admitted. "I remember the two of them used to—." I stopped, glancing around the table as a blush crept up my cheeks. "Never mind, it's not important."

George squeezed my hand that was resting on his knee. "Do you know what year she was?"

"My year, just like Mallory." I took the book back from Charlie, flipping through the pictures of the prisoners who had escaped from Azkaban in the past year. "So many innocent lives," I whispered under my breath.

"Too many to count," Molly agreed.

I looked up, surprised she had even heard me.

She gave me a smile. "Tea, dear?"

"I shouldn't be staying much longer, thank you, though."

"Where are you going to go?"

"Back hom—," I froze midsentence. She was right. I had nowhere to go. The flat was destroyed when the Deatheaters had attacked earlier tonight. Glass was strewn across the room along with all of our things, and there were holes in the walls. Not to mention that the door was broken beyond repair. I smiled, but it was forced. "I'll be spending the night at the Leaky Cauldron until things are fixed at the flat, I suppose."

Molly shook her head. "You will stay here until things are safe again. There's plenty of room."

"I really can't impose, Mrs. Weasley. I believe the others are staying there, so it'll—"

George's arm snacked around my waist, squeezing me closer to him. "Ron was already staying at Grimauld Place. Early morning meeting, you know?" His brother started to make a noise of protest when George glared at him. "Isn't that right, Ronald?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "George, don't lie. Lying will get you nowhere, especially with me." He blinked, frowning as he realized he was caught. "I'll sleep on the sofa if you want me to stay that bad, but don't put your brother out."

Molly bustled out of the room with a grin on her face.

I turned my attention back towards the photographs, flipping through them as their faces became ingrained in my memory. "Maybe they were never in Azkaban?" I suggested weakly after a few moments of silence.

"That's possible," Bill agreed. "This was a long shot."

I stopped when I came across a familiar face. My fingers lingered over the beautiful face.

"Was he one of the men?" George asked me gently.

My eyes snapped up to meet his, and I shook my head when I realized what he was asking. "Oh, no. Do you know why he was put in Azkaban though?"

Sirius looked over my shoulder. "Ryan Finnegan? He killed a family of muggles a few days after leaving Hogwarts."

"K-Killed?" I choked out.

"You knew him," Tonks accused softly. She was watching me from the other end of the table. Her husband's hands were resting on her shoulders.

"I thought I did." My eyes found their way back to the photograph while I pushed the memories away. "Is he…"

"He wasn't killed in the battle, but he still may not be alive. He's dangerous though, Sophia. You do know that, right?"

Involuntarily I began biting my bottom lip as I nodded at Remus. "People aren't who you think they are. I understand." I pushed his photo away and continued through the stack. Faces slid through my hands until I came to the second to last photograph. Well, truthfully they were mug shots. "What will happen to her?" I asked.

George rested his head on my shoulder. "When she's captured, she'll be taken to Azkaban to await a trial, and she'll go back there when she's convicted."

"And then…?" Upon seeing the quizzical looks I quickly explained. "My parents raised me in a muggle town, and when I was at Hogwarts I always chose to study more…uhm, optimistic subjects. Azkaban wasn't spoken about in my home."

"Have you heard of dementors?" he asked.

I nodded. "In class, yes."

"They'll most like use the kiss on her within a few days then."

I glanced down at him in confusion, but quickly shook my head. "Never mind," I mumbled. "It's best I don't know."

Sirius took the photo from me. "She wasn't in Azkaban when I was there, she must have been indicted shortly before the war."

Molly placed a cup of tea in front of me. "There you are, dear."

I thanked her before smiling shyly as she took in George's head on my shoulder.

"You can just tell him to shove off, you know," Fred informed me with a wicked grin at his brother.

I pushed my hair back from my face. "I quite like having him around," I admitted, laughing softly.