Chapter 1 : Welcome back
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Harry stared at the girl with curiosity. He could see her pleasant smile and piercing green eyes, “much like mine” he thought, as she carried a conversation with McGonagall. Her dark, long hair and milky, white skin, gave her a mysterious air.
“I wonder who that is speaking to professor McGonagall” Hermione said. “She doesn’t look like anyone I have seen here before” As Harry turned around, he realized his other friends had stopped to see what had caught his attention.
“I don’t recognize her either,” said Ginny, joining the conversation, “but she looks old enough to be in your grade or higher anyways”
“Hello!” Ron was calling them from the Great Hall, “are you coming or not? The Sorting Ceremony is about to start and I’m starving!”
Harry, Hermione and Ginny made their way towards Ron, Hermione and Ginny shaking their heads and laughing while Harry’s thoughts were still on the mysterious girl. They made it to their seats just in time, as Professor McGonagall entered the Great Hall followed by the first years and, at the very end of the line, the older girl. Sorting ceremony proceeded as usual until everyone was called except for the girl. Harry could see other students staring at her with confused looks as well, but his attention was drawn to the front of the room once again as Professor Dumbledore stood up to address the hall.
“Good evening and welcome back to Hogwarts.” The professor looked around the Hall and his wide smile was welcoming, “I am sure you are anxiously waiting for dinner and the chance to catch up with your friends, but before we continue I would like to say a few things. First, Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you that students are not allowed in the Forbidden Forest…”
Harry was no longer paying attention to the Headmaster. He and Ron were discussing Quidditch tryouts now and it wasn’t until Hermione called their names and looked towards the front again that both boys did the same.
“… and last, but not least, I am sure many of you are wondering who our last student to be sorted tonight is. This is the first time Hogwarts has accepted a transfer student and she will be joining the sixth year. I trust you will all welcome her and make her feel at home. Professor?” He said, nodding towards McGonagall.
“Smith, Sofia,” called Professor McGonagall.
Sofia sat down and waited for the professor to place the hat on her head. It wasn’t long after it touched her that she heard it scream, “Gryffindor!” Sofia had never been to Hogwarts before, but she knew enough about the school and its houses that she was pleased with the hat’s selection. As far as she was concerned, anything other than Slytherin was fine.
She made her way to the table where people were clapping and sat by some older looking students who had waved her over. She could still feel the other students looking her way, but she didn’t care. The people around her introduced themselves, and she decided to focus on them alone. As the food appeared in front of them, people turned their attention back to their respective tables. Noises of chewing, laughter and stories being told filled the Great Hall within seconds.
One set of eyes had yet to leave her, however. They belonged to a student sitting across the room from her and he could not bring himself to look away. He still couldn’t believe it was her. He knew her parents were back in London, but he never thought she would leave her old school and come to Hogwarts. He wished she hadn’t, he wished she wasn’t here, but there she was laughing along with the other Gryffindor’s. She was a piece of his past he sincerely hoped would stay there and yet, here she was. With great difficulty he tore his eyes away from her and looked down on his plate. It was now filled with delicious food and, although he had been looking forward to this since boarding the express earlier on, he was no longer hungry.
“Draco, are you ok?” The distant voice of his ex-girlfriend, Pansy, asked.
“I’m fine,” was all he said.
He did his best to eat, but he didn’t say much. Sofia’s presence had his head spinning and had unlocked a mess of emotions that Draco was usually so good at keeping under control. The most surprising one was fear. He would never admit it out loud, it was hard enough to admit it to himself, but there was no denying it. Her presence scared him, which in turn made him very angry. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoy’s were not scared of anything, or anyone.
Sofia was doing her best to keep up with the group of Gryffindor’s as they moved towards their common room, but she couldn’t stop scanning around the crowd. She knew he was here, and she knew she should be scared and angry but she wasn’t either. She was anxious, and she was hurt. It had been years now, but the hurt had never truly left her. It went away for the most part, helped greatly by the fact they were in different countries, but it never left her entirely.
They had reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, and she heard a girl with curly brown hair announcing to other students the password for the year, Bravery.
“How fitting,” Sofia thought, “I will definitely need to be brave if I’m going to survive this.”
Once inside the common room, the curly haired girl approached her, followed by another girl and guy with bright red hair, and a guy with untamed black locks and, yes, a lightening scar. She had wondered when, and if, she would meet Harry Potter.
“Hi, I am Hermione Granger. These are Ron and Ginny Weasley, and that’s Harry Potter.” the curly haired girl said with a smile on her face. Sofia shook their hands. “All of us are in the sixth year as well, except for Ginny, who is in her fifth year. You will be in the room with me and the other girls from our year. If you are ready, I can show you where it is.”
“That would be wonderful. It was a pleasure meeting you guys.” Sofia turned and followed Hermione to their room. Once she introduced herself to the other girls and checked on her bed and trunk, she followed Hermione back to the common room where she stayed with their group until later that night.
Once she started yawning, she got up, wished them all a good night and went to bed. After a quick shower, she lay in bed ready to sleep, but her mind kept going back to Draco.
Lying in his bed in the dungeons, Draco Malfoy couldn’t stop thinking about her as well.