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Lingering Under the Lunar Light by Dobby101

Format: Novella
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 7,349
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Romance, Action/Adventure, Young Adult
Characters: OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Other Pairing

First Published: 01/29/2012
Last Chapter: 02/09/2012
Last Updated: 02/09/2012

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Waves of blonde hair rode down her back. Her dreamy aqua colored eyes widened in curiosity. Sophia looked up at the man who had so rudely interrupted her experimenting. That's when she saw the crazy black hair and dazed looking expression. The curiosity in his eyes mirrored the curiosity in hers. In that moment she would have never dreamed of what was to come...A story about Luna's mum!

Chapter 1: Prologue
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Disclaimer: I own only the characters you do not recognize. JK Rowling is the one who created this magical universe.

A/N: Hi guys!! I'm here with a new story! And an interesting one, I pinky promise. Have you ever wandered how Xenophilius and his wife (who I have named Sophia Lufkin) got together and created Luna Lovegood? Well, I have the answers right here (well of course, the answers that come from my own imagination).

I know this chapter is a little slow and you don't get to see a lot of Sophia's personality, but I promise it's coming along with a lot of Nargle references and a few new creatures!

Please let me know how I'm would make me a very happy camper and if you don't know what to say in a review, why don't you answer this question:

Do you think Sophia is a good name for Luna's mom (it means wisdom in Latin!)?

Now onto the story...


Sophia leaned towards the cool flowing water and let her fingers rest along the slow currents. In her mind, she began to think of a spell she could use that would make the water around her tips warm instead of icy. When none came to mind, she began to make up her own.

“Refraluke,” she whispered, but to no avail, the water was still below freezing level.

Sophia started to think a little harder. With her free hand, she pushed her long blonde hair behind her ear and then pulled her wand from her sock. Thinking back to her days of Arithmancy and Ancient Ruins, she thought of the word for warm in Latin. It took a minute of mind rattling, but she soon remembered the mysterious language.

With the tip of her wand submerged under the water, she swirled it around a little before saying the word, “Calor.”

To no avail, nothing happened, but she was used to this sort of thing. It could take days, weeks, or even years to come up with a new spell. Just because she had had luck before, didn’t mean she would have luck now. However, Sophia was never one to give up so easily. She stared into the icy water and saw her curious blue eyes reflected back at her. Her messy brows crinkled slightly in thought and her thin lips were pursed in confusion. It was then that she thought of a new incantation.

“Flumen Calor,” her airy voice said as she poked her wand into the water. Quickly, the water around her fingertips turned from icy cold to as warm as a bubble bath. Sophia smiled to herself as she got up to inspect how far up and down the creek the water had transformed. She took a mental note in her head of the amount of meters she could go before her finger was once again submerged by the chilly currents.

“Sophia! Dinner’s ready!” her mother’s shrill voice carried down the waterbed, making the spellmaker jump in shock. Sophia quickly took her wand from the water and shoved it back down her sock. Although she had turned seventeen nearly a month ago, her parents were very hesitant of her using magic outside of school.

“I’m down here, mum,” she answered back, getting up from her spot and trying her best to wipe the dirt from her skirt. Her mother also was not a big fan of any type of dirt, dust or dandruff. In fact, Sophia’s mum didn’t really fancy much of anything besides a clean kitchen and a nice warm cup of tea while she was reading Witch Weekly.

“Sophia, what did your father and I tell you about coming all the way down here?” her mother scolded. Sophia began to look up at her mother’s short form. Her mum’s name was Effel, which suited her perfectly in Sophia’s opinion. Whenever she thought of an Effel she pictured a short woman with short white curly hair and a bit of a pudgy face and body. This description described her mother perfectly.

Sophia tried with all her might to make her electric blue eyes as wide as possible as she looked up to her mother with a face of innocence. “I’m sorry, mum. I thought you meant I couldn’t come down here at nighttime.”

“No, we meant you couldn’t come down here at anytime,” her mother reminded.

This upset Sophia greatly. The creek was the only real spot that she had any privacy, especially during the summer holiday when she returned home from Hogwarts for a short three months. At least at Hogwarts she could explore empty classrooms, find hidden passages or even hide in a broom closet if she wanted to experiment with new spells or potions. However, at home she really only had the soft dirt around the water bed and the green moss that grew under the broken tree trunks. As her mother wasn’t fond of nature, and her father was an important ministry icon, coming down to the creek was always her safe hideaway from the neat and tidy home at the top of the hill. This was why Sophia was so confused as to why her mother had even bothered to come down to get her anyway.

Had her parents strictly told her the other day to stay away from the creek?


Did Sophia know why?

No. Which was the exact reason she had decided to ignore their warnings and meander down to her private spot anyway. Sophia did not do well with rules; especially when she was never given a reason to follow them.

Nevertheless, Sophia also wasn’t one for arguments, so she followed her mother up the grassy terrain towards their home. Although the inside of their house sometimes bothered Sophia because of its tidiness, she loved the area that surrounded their house. Filled with green grass, lively flowers, bushy shrubbery and tall oak trees, Sophia had a pastime of exploring her own back yard. Even beyond the neat garden designs, the trees stretched on for miles in every direction. It would be extremely accurate to say the Lufkin family lived in the middle of the woods. It was most likely the most private place in Britain.

It took almost five minutes of climbing before Sophia and her mother reached the top of the hill where their home rested upon the soft earth. It wasn’t the largest house Sophia had ever seen. It was a single story home with three bedrooms and normal accommodations. The only part of their house which wasn’t normal was their basement, which her father had put an enlargement charm on so it was almost as big as the Great Hall at Hogwarts.

When Sophia and her mum entered the house, the smell of a well cooked dinner wafted to Sophia’s nose and she couldn’t help but feel her mouth watering in hunger. It took all of Sophia’s strength to restrain herself from running towards the table. Sophia had skipped out on lunch earlier as she had gone exploring through the woody trees.

Her dad was sitting at the table already, waiting patiently for his daughter and wife to get back. Sophia’s dad’s name was Joseph, which in Sophia’s opinion was a terribly common name which didn’t fit her father at all. Joseph was a taller man with a husky build. He had a mustache and a head full of dark brown hair (Sophia had gotten her blonde locks from her mother, who had already grayed with age). The one feature Sophia had obtained from her father was her amazingly blue eyes which seemed to always sparkle with curiosity.

“Hello, sweetheart,” her father greeted Sophia as she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting down in her own chair. By the way he greeted her, Sophia knew he had no idea that she had been out of bounds. In fact, he had probably just gotten home from work.

“Hi, dad, how was work?”

“Oh it was good…of course with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named it’s always busy, but more and more people seem to want to help the cause,” her father answered as her mother sat down and began to open her mouth.

“Guess where Sophia had gone today, Joe?” her mother didn’t bother waiting for a response. “Down to the creek. Specifically where we told her not to go.”

Sophia gave her mother an angry look. Leave it up to her to ruin her father’s good day. All that she could do now was sit and wait for the scolding that would ensue.

Surprisingly though, her father just looked down at her with his sad blue eyes, “Now, Sophia, your mother and I asked you not to go down there for a reason.”

“A reason which you never bothered to tell me! What can going down to the creek possibly do?” Sophia realized she was probably being rude to her parents but at the moment she didn’t care. If they wanted to take away her only form of privacy, they had better give her a mighty good reason for it.

“Dear,” her mother sounded sincere, gentle even. “Your father and I were going to wait until after tomorrow to tell you, but there’s something wrong.”

“Wrong?” Sophia’s mind searched for anything that had been wrong with her family the last few days. Besides the new rule which banned her from her favorite place, she couldn’t think of anything. Her parents had even agreed to let Sophia’s best friend, Emma Emens, come stay with them for the rest of the holiday.

Her father intervened in the conversation boldly, taking the lead on a conversation Sophia could tell neither one of her parents wanted to talk about.

“Sophia, you know about the Order of the Phoenix.” Although it wasn’t a question, Sophia nodded her head. She knew of the organization her parents had joined in order to stop He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. She didn’t know much about it besides that they were fighting his evil pureblood mania though. Her parents had been careful to keep their Order lives separate from Sophia’s life. Her father continued, “Well, tomorrow night, the meeting is going to be held here, in our basement, in order to discuss a very important issue which pertains to this family. My little Rowena,” her father used her nickname that compared Sophia to the founder of Ravenclaw, “He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named…he’s collecting the most talented witches and wizards and Dumbledore found out that he wants…you.”

Sophia was pretty sure her mouth opened in shock at her father’s statement. Sophia knew she was smart, probably the smartest witch in the school. Not many seventeen year old go into their Seventh Year at Hogwarts having already created and mastered over ten spells of their own. But the fact that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named wanted her – well that was as shocking as the time she found out Emma had kissed Sirius Black.

“Me? What does he want with me?” Sophia asked.

“He knows of your talents, sweetheart. Gosh, the whole Wizarding World knows of the girl who creates her own spells by the time she’s a Fourth Year!” her mom continued to explain after it looked like her dad had gotten tears in his eyes. “Sophia, that’s why the boundaries are in place. Dumbledore has put some pretty magnificent security charms over this place. If you step out of bounds, you’re in free range to be captured. The only places you’re going to be safe is here and Hogwarts. I’m so sorry, honey.”

Sophia concentrated hard on what she had just been told. She completely understood that she was in danger. She completely understood that stepping outside of the boundary might mean she would be captured by one of the most evil wizards of all time. And she completely understood that it was her spell and potion making skills that had gotten her into this. But all she could think about was one thing.

“So, there’s an Order meeting here tomorrow night?” she asked carefully.

“Yes, dear, at midnight, but we don’t want you to be there. The less you know about our security measures, the safer you will be.”

Perfect, Sophia thought. Tomorrow was a full moon and she had a theory that if created under the full moon, she could create a potion that could either completely cure a werewolf or tame them for their transformations. And tomorrow during the meeting would be the perfect time to test her hypothesis.


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Chapter 2: Lunar Brewing
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A/N: Keep in mind while you read this chapter that Sophia is NOT Luna. And that stories are all about character development :)

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Cauldron? Check.

Measuring utensils? Check.

Ingredients? She looked over her recipe.


Sophia shrunk all her equipment down to a size she could easily fit into her backpack and then grinned proudly as she hiked it onto her shoulders, hearing the clink of knife against cauldron. She was counting that the rain from earlier today had dried up so she would have a few dry twigs to make a fire with.

A soft bit of fur rubbed on her bare legs and she looked down to see her cat, a pure black creature with riveting golden eyes. Sophia leaned down and brushed his head with her tiny fingers, noticing that there was a slight bump where there hadn’t been before. Maybe he had simply gotten into a fight with another animal.

“Hey, Godric,” she cooed as she continued to pet her cat named after the founder of Gryffindor house. Sophia always knew her second House choice if she could pick would have been Gryffindor, but as most of her family had been in Ravenclaw, she wasn’t surprised when that was what the Sorting Hat had called out to the Great Hall her first day of Hogwarts. “Want to come with me?”

Godric looked up at Sophia with his astonishing wide eyes and rubbed his body against her leg with more force than last time as an answer. Sophia opened her arms wide and Godric happily jumped into them and immediately started purring. Sophia took a glance around her room to make sure she had not forgotten anything before quietly slipping out the door.

She checked her watch. It was five minutes to midnight which meant that it was the perfect time to sneak out of the house and down to the river. Sophia had diligently watched most of the Order members arrive at her house from the top step on the second floor. As her parents had never spoken of the Order around her, she was curious as to who had been chosen as a member of the elite group.

While she had been sitting there, she had seen many familiar faces ranging from Professor McGonagall to Peter Pettigrew, who along with his best friends, had been two years ahead of Sophia at Hogwarts. She saw the gorgeous Sirius Black and James Potter walk into her house, along with Lily Evans, who looked heavily pregnant and quite frankly, Sophia thought she might pop at any moment. Judging by the weary and tired look on James’ face, he wasn’t very happy that his wife had chosen to come along, but Lily was smiling and friendly to everyone around her, just as Sophia had remembered her from Hogwarts.

Other members who had entered ranged from strange people Sophia had never seen in her entire life to a few familiar Professors from Hogwarts. She took particular note in a man with long and messy black hair who was wearing dark purple robes that had a light blue lining. As he was escorted through her home, she noticed his eyes kept darting everywhere, either taking everything in or looking for something. Sophia made a mental note not to trust this man. He seemed shady.

Sophia felt a pang of guilt as soon as she stepped out into the summer night. After all, the lot of the people sitting in her basement right now had been called to her house in order to protect her and she was going off in a place where Voldemort could easily snatch her up.

After she had left her parents at the dinner table, she had rushed up the stairs, already sure of her plans to go down the river the following day; however she did think a little harder about the whole perspective of things and she had come to a very logical conclusion.

First, it was Voldemort. She had yet to read a newspaper article where he had come traipsing up to his victim’s house. He had other ways. Sneaky and devious tricks that would make the shields around her house useless. If the evil man was persistent enough and absolutely sure he wanted her, Sophia knew she didn’t stand a chance.

Therefore, she already had a plan of what she would do if she was caught. Sophia already knew a few strong protective charms and a number of curses, but she promised herself she would continue to read up on defensive magic. However if her fighting failed and she was caught, she was ready. She had hidden a list of her own spells and potions under a floorboard in the basement, all the way in the corner so nobody would find it. That way it was safe from all evil. She vowed that she would keep all her secrets and smarts locked up inside her, no matter what they did to her.

So either way, she knew what she was going to do and, besides, knowledge stopped for nobody. Either she could work on this potion tonight or ten years from now, somebody would work on it then. And Sophia was darn sure that she would be the first to come up with the Werewolf cure. It was the competitive side of her that drew her further down to the river after the guilt of betraying her parents set in.

With the full moon shining bright in the sky, Sophia hurried down the slope with her back full of equipment and Godric’s sharp claws gripping onto her clean cotton shirt. After all the studies she could find, she had concluded and theorized that this potion would be better off brewed when the sun was almost at the tip of its rotation, which would occur at approximately 1:07 AM. Sophia quick checked her watch. It was 12:12. She was right on schedule. The only thing that could go wrong would be if the Order meeting let out early and she wasn’t in her bed when her parents checked on her.

To which she would blame it on sleep walking, a fake illness she had attributed to herself after her parents caught her sneaking downstairs multiple times during the nights as a child to sneak pudding from the fridge. Bless their hearts; Sophia’s parents would believe any word that she said. Sophia had been “sleepwalking” for about twelve years now. And her parents were no bit closer to realizing she was lying than Sophia was to failing her N.E.W.T’s.

Sophia knew that she shouldn’t lie to her parents and disobey as much as she actually did; however, since a young age, she had been addicted to the adrenaline of being caught and making up an excuse on the spot. It was like a game to her, seeing how long it took her wits to overcome her parents’. To her parents, it must be a terribly awful thing to have a daughter whose IQ ranked higher than both of theirs combined. However to Sophia, who had grown tired of crossword puzzles and other brain teasers at the age of seven, the game of “Outwitting Your Own Parents” was her own way to keep her mind sharp as a tack.

It was very rarely that she felt bad about the game, but occasionally Sophia would tone her excuses back a bit and let her parents actually punish her. Sometimes it was good to give the underdog a victory. It gave them their confidence back.

As Sophia reached her sacred position, her heart sunk when she felt how wet and soft the muddy Earth was. Of course the shade of the tall trees would prevent the water from evaporating during the day. How could she be so careless in her thinking! Sophia dropped Godric to the ground and he hissed at her when his small paws hit the damp earth. He quickly hopped onto the nearest rock that must have had a streak of sunlight hit it during the day as it and the rocks surrounding it, looked pretty much dry. Sophia dropped her sack onto the stones.

She grabbed her wand from her back pocket and pointed it at the ground, thinking a few choice words and before her, the mud transformed from a dark, gross brown to a light sand color. Perfect. Although the full moon created a lot of light outside of the trees, under their protection, Sophia’s eyes had a hard time adjusting. Working as quickly as she could in the dark, she gathered some twigs and sticks, placing them in a strategic pattern beside the bed of rocks. Once she had the perfect arrangement, she yet again pointed her wand at the ground and muttered, “Incendio.”

As soon as the flames kindled to life, Sophia worked diligently on getting her thing unpacked and enchanted back to size. It was so much easier being able to do magic outside of Hogwarts now. She had everything she needed set up in the matter of seconds.

Sophia nestled herself cross-legged on the dirt, aware that her favorite shorts were now destined to be washed. Washing her clothes was never a specialty of Sophia’s, she preferred to wear things many times before having them cleaned.

Hands moving at a steady and fluid motion, she got to work carefully measuring out the correct measurements of Gillyweed, Phoenix tears, and other complicated ingredients. The ingredients she had gotten had cost more than an arm and a wand. If she spilled any of them, her wallet would never forgive her.

As she sat working, she paid attention to the peaceful tune nature was playing for her. The sound of water trickling downstream mixed perfectly with the hum of the toads and the ribbit! of the frogs. Added into the calming song was the slight rustling of leaves as the breeze whistled by her ears. Although not noticeable to most people, Sophia could faintly here the sound of small woodland creatures scurrying through the thick grass on the other side of the creek.

After a while of working, Sophia felt a bit hungry so she reached into her bag for the small snack she had packed earlier among her important entities. Out she pulled a small box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans. Carefully, she spilled a few into the crease of her shirt so they wouldn’t touch the dirty ground. Sifting through them for a minute, she finally found the one she wanted and popped it into her mouth, tasting the distinctness of earwax hit her tongue.

“What are you doing here?” a voice asked, causing Sophia to jump and spill the rest of her beans onto the floor. Before turning around to look, Sophia had already registered the voice as a man, but it didn’t have the masculine attributes to it like she was used to from her father and other boys in her year.

Sophia cautiously turned around, aware of the sacred ingredients lying opened at her toes. Behind her was the same man she had seen earlier, wearing the awful-looking robes. Just as his behavior in the house, he couldn’t keep his gaze from darting all around. Being this close to him, Sophia noticed that one of his eyes was slightly lazy compared to the other; but only so slightly that another being might not have taken notice. She was good at picking out traits in people that others barely ever noticed. She could also tell that he seemed a bit uncomfortable that he was the one to find her in out of bounds territory.

“I think I could ask the same to you,” Sophia replied meanly. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the meeting?”

“Professor Dumbledore wished to speak to your parents privately so the rest of us went out for drinks in that exquisite garden your mother has made,” his voice was airy sort of, as if he had just seen something that had taken his breath away. Sophia continued to look up at him in skepticism. She vaguely remembered him from somewhere, though she couldn’t quite place it.

The man continued to look into the trees as their conversation progressed. He seemed amazingly lost in thought.

“If you went for drinks in the garden, how did you make your way down here?” Sophia asked accusingly. She was not the type of person that particularly liked annoying and strange people wondering into her private areas.

“I heard the pinnylynks,” he said casually, still looking into the highest branches. “They live in the trees.”

Sophia’s eyebrows crinkled in frustration. She knew there was no such thing as a pinnylynk that lived in the trees above her hiding spots. This man was off his rocker.

Who are you??” she asked exasperatedly. Obviously Dumbledore must have been desperate if he had recruited this guy to protect her. Sophia felt slightly annoyed that she was such a low priority on Dumbledore’s Protection Services list.

This question seemed to bring the man’s attention back down to her. His long black hair hung over his soft blue eyes, blocking most of his facial features from view. He cocked his head to the side.

“My name is Xenophilius Lovegood.”

“Xenophilius?” Sophia questioned rather rudely. She lived in a world of Mary’s and Joseph’s. Xenophilius…how do two people come up with a name like that?

Ignoring her taunting, Xenophilius asked her again, “Why are you out here brewing a potion under such a large full moon? Surely, your parents would have let you brew potions in your gigantic basement?”

“This potion needs to be brewed under a full moon. I’m trying to cure werewolves,” Sophia wasn’t quite sure why she added the last part, maybe to prove to this man that she was more intelligent than he was.

“Do you know any werewolves?” he asked curiously. Getting tired of looking down at her, he took a seat on the part of the soil she had not dried.

“Well…no. I was planning on finding one in the next month,” Sophia admitted, staring into her golden liquid brew. Godric peeked around the cauldron to take a look at the visiting stranger.

Xenophilius looked into her brew, too; however he didn’t look into it like it was just a potion. Just like he looked at the trees, it looked like he was trying to find a deeper meaning in the bubbling potion.

“I know a werewolf,” he said simply, as if it was the most common thing in the world to know a dangerous creature.

“You do?” Sophia asked excitedly. She knew the man was a slight wack-job, but if he knew a werewolf, it would save her a lot of trouble of going through the process of finding one herself. “Can you introduce me?”

Xenophilius looked down at Sophia’s excited face and then down to her spilled Bertie Bott’s Beans in the dirt. “I’m sorry. It seems as if I made you spill all the good tasting ones.”

Sophia looked down, having completely forgotten about the candy. She shrugged. “I prefer the other ones anyway. Earwax is my favorite.”

It was Xenophilius’ turn to look at her in confusion. “Strange,” he murmured in one breath. “Why?”

“I’m not sure,” Sophia answered. “The other ones are just plain and boring. You can get those flavors wherever you go.”

He nodded as if understanding Sophia’s tastes, but she was sure he didn’t. She had never met anybody else who preferred the disgusting beans over the cherry and blueberry flavors. She did not expect to meet anybody who understood now.

Sophia knew that she only had a few minutes left before she had to add her last ingredient to the potion, but she didn’t know a way in which to ask Xenophilius to leave. He seemed relaxed and prepared to stay out here the rest of the night.

“So…uhm,” Sophia began, but was saved her breathe when Xenophilius cut her off.

“I should probably head back. You’re not supposed to be out here you know. The meeting will be over in half hour.” Sophia knew the man was giving her a warning. But for some strange reason, she could tell that he wasn’t going to tattle to her parents that she was out here. For reasons unknown to her, she trusted this Xenophilius Lovegood.

“Bye,” Sophia said casually, extending a hand.

“Good-bye Sophia.” He took her hand a shook it before getting up. “If the pinnylynks come down, try to lure them in with a low whistle.”

He demonstrated quietly before walking away, back towards the light of the house. As Sophia watched him disappear, she suddenly remembered him. He had been a Hufflepuff two years ago and most people made fun of him behind his back.

Now Sophia understood why.

But for some reason, she was wondering when she would see him next.

Chapter 3: Summer Lounging
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A/N: Thanks for reading! There's more dialogue in this chapter for those who wanted to see more!

After you read the chapter...what do you think of the new Lufkin arrangements?

Happy weekend!


The morning sun shimmered through Sophia’s mosaic window, causing hues of blues, greens, yellows and reds to swirl around her white quilted blanket. Disoriented from sleep, she laid within the security of her bed for a few minutes before forcing her body to get up.

The chilliness in the room took her by surprise when she left her cocoon of blankets; and it caused her body to form thick goosebumps on her bare skin. During the summer months, she often slept in her bra and panties as her house was normally swelling with heat. On days when it got too unbearably hot, her dad usually placed a cooling charm over the house. Last night, with visitors coming over, was the type of night he had cast the charm over the house. She should have thought of that before stripping down almost naked and going to sleep.

Sophia quickly pulled on soft gray shorts and a flowing purple t-shirt. She checked the drawer of her desk to make sure the slightly glowing golden potion she had brewed last night was still securely there and then bounded down the wooden hallway towards the kitchen, where she could hear her mother clinking dishes together in preparation for breakfast.

“Good morning, Mum!” Sophia called cheerily as she opened the fridge and pulled out a glass gallon of orange juice.

“Good morning, Soph,” her mum answered as she got out a glass from the cabinet above her head for Sophia’s drink, which her daughter took happily. “It sounds like you slept well.”

“Mmhmm,” Sophia answered while sipping the cool fruity drink. “How was the meeting?”

To this, Sophia’s mother looked back at her and Sophia got a good look at her mum’s face. There were dark circles under her eyes, probably from lack of sleep. Her mother’s voice had been so falsely cheery, Sophia wouldn’t have ever guessed that she was stressed.

“Dumbledore insists on having one of the Order live with us while you are still here in the summer.” Sophia knew why her mother was so unhappy now. Apart from short visits, she wasn’t a big fan of having people over for long periods of time unless it was Sophia’s best friend Emma, to whom she had taken a strong liking towards.

“Who?” Sophia asked as her mother slid a plate of fluffy pancakes in front of her and she dug in greedily with her fork.

“Xenophilius Lovegood,” her mother hissed in disgust. The cheery tone was long gone as she continued. “We begged Dumbledore to give us somebody else, but he insisted that that Lovegood man was as smart as a tack. But you know what I think? I think he’s as dazed and confused as a boggart in a room full of crowded children. Just kept going on about how we had nargles or whatever in our basement. He’s a lunatic, but I’m afraid we’re stuck with him, Sophia.”

Sophia very well knew that she couldn’t mention that she had already met Xenophilius as that would give her rule breaking away, so she continued to dig into her breakfast and ask simple questions. “When is he coming?”

“He’s moving in around dinner time,” her mother scoffed. “Dumbledore couldn’t even give us a few days to prepare for the bugger.”

“Mum, you’re not really giving him a chance,” Sophia offered, licking the syrup from her fork. She noticed that her long locks had dropped into the syrup on her plate so she grabbed a napkin and started scrubbing to get the sticky solution out.

“Just wait until you meet him, Sophia,” her mother countered. “You’re going to think he’s a lunatic. Believes in make believe. Nothing like you at all.”

Sophia shrugged, which caused her mother to raise an eyebrow of concern. Yes, on a normal day, listening to her mother’s description of Xenophilius would have turned her off immediately. And Sophia totally agreed that he was a loon, but she also knew that he was the only person she had ever met that hadn’t question her taste of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans. And for that, she owed him at least a chance.

“I suggest you write to Emma and tell her about our current situation,” Sophia’s mum said while sitting down to enjoy her own breakfast. “Her parents might not want her to come. Or if they do, your father and I will have to meet her somewhere.”

Knowing Emma’s parents, they would send her to Sophia’s house sooner if they knew that there was extra protection over her home. Emma was the daughter of two muggles who knew that they were in grave danger for having produced a witch. Yet they were two of the bravest people Sophia had ever met and would gladly send their daughter away if it meant that she would be under greater protection than they could provide.

Nevertheless, Sophia got up and threw her dishes in the sink, while taking a quick glance out of the window at the gorgeous summer day outside. The luscious green grass swayed in the breeze as birds floated in the clear blue sky. Out of the perfect scene, Sophia saw a speck of black, growing bigger and bigger. She recognized the family owl, Andrew as he zoomed towards the window she was looking out of.

Although the bird was going so fast that the figure in the sky grew like a sponge soaking in water, Andrew came to halt outside of the window so quickly, Sophia jumped a bit from his sudden appearance. Like most things in the Lufkin family, Andrew the owl was a lot smarter than most of his breed.

As Sophia opened the window to let the bird in, she recognized the familiar seal on the envelope.

“My Hogwarts letter…already? It’s a month early!”

“Dumbledore doesn’t want everybody to go at one time,” her mother stated matter-of-factly. “If everybody went the week before, it would be the perfect time for a Death Eater attack.”

Sophia nodded her head to signify she understood as she untied the letter and put her arm out for Andrew to hop on.

“Come on, Andy, we’ll get you some treats and then it’s off to Emma’s you go.” Andrew’s head turned at the mention of Emma’s name. Her parents always spoiled Andrew with food when she sent a letter there. It was his favorite place to deliver to.

Sophia got to her room and rummaged through her top desk drawer. She found the owl treats she had bought at Diagon Alley last summer and tossed a few onto her bed. Andrew flew up and starting munching away as Sophia took out her quill and a spare bit of parchment.

Sitting down at her desk, Sophia pushed aside her drawings of magical ideas and started writing to her best friend in the world.


You’re coming over in two days!!! I’m so excited to see you so you can tell me all about your holiday in Italy. I heard there are loads of great wizards down there.

My mum wanted me to write to you and let you know that there are extra security measures over our house. You won’t be able to just apparate in like we had originally planned. I’m thinking my parents would be able to get you in Diagon Alley. I’m not allowed to leave the house. It’s a long story. I’ll tell you when you get here!


Finishing off the letter, Sophia reread and concluded that it sounded like she simply could have gotten grounded for her various behavior problems. That way if somebody were to intercept it, they wouldn’t be suspicious. Even the part about the security measures just seems like an overly protective wizard’s parents ideas of enforcing the rules.

She called Andrew over, tied the letter to his leg and sent him happily off out the window. As soon as she saw him disappear into the sky, she skipped back down the hallway and out the back door. The glorious warm sun hit her tanned skin and she grinned at the gorgeous day. If she could live in a world full of summers, she would forever be happy.

Deciding to play it safe today, she skipped happily into her mother’s garden. Following the stone path, she found her favorite apple tree, which at the moment had no bright fruits growing on it. Taking her usual spot beneath the tree, she stretched out on her back, letting the sweet aroma of blossoming flowers overtake her nose. Her eyes dropped shut against the bright sun and her hands made a make-shift pillow under her head. As the warm summer sun danced on her body, she slowly drifted into dreams.


Her desk was perfectly organized. Every spell she had ever thought of was neatly stored in the book in front of her. Weighing in at about 1,000 pages, her fingers ran across the thick leather binding affectionately. It was hers…all hers.

Suddenly, a giant knock at the door startled her. She turned towards the noise in horror. They were here. Not being quick enough to react, the monsters destroyed the door with a flick of their wands and barged in, sprinting towards Sophia at the desk. It was as she had lost her magical abilities. One was almost towards her. They were gaining. The big one with the wild hair took her by her arm…

“Stupefy!” she screamed and she heard a thud against soft earth. As she opened her eyes, the bright sun nearly blinded her. It took her a second to realize that she was in her mother’s garden – safe and sound.

It took her another second to recognize the brown haired, nerdy looking girl lying on the ground next to her lying completely still.

“Emma!” Sophia shrieked. She hurried over to her petite friend lying hopelessly on the fresh dirt. “Ennervate!”

Her friend came to, blinking her large chocolate colored eyes against the shimmering sun. “Well, Sophia, I now know not to touch you when you’re sleeping.” She rubbed her head, acting as if it had collided against concrete when she hit the ground.

“I’m sorry,” Sophia groaned. “I was dreaming that these big men were after me.”

“Ooh la la,” Emma taunted. “Are they the reason you have all these security measures? Papa Lufkin couldn’t keep ‘em away, could he?”

“Shut up,” the blonde said. It was so like her best friend to be completely chipper after being stunned. “Why are you here?”

“You know, a simple hi Emma! How have you been? I missed you so much! would have been adequate. But if you must know, my parents opened the letter you sent, decided they wanted to go on another vacation and your mom picked me up in Diagon Alley. She said you weren’t allowed to come.”

“I was sleeping out here since after breakfast,” Sophia corrected. But then she had a second thought. Was she really not allowed to go into Diagon Alley? Were things really that bad? How was she going to get her school things!

“She also said that some man was staying with you the rest of the summer,” Emma continued, ignoring the conflicted expression on Sophia’s face.

“Yeah, Xenophilius.” A slight breeze picked up and Sophia had to tuck her long strands behind her ears to keep them from going in her face. Emma’s bob cut didn’t bother her at all.

Emma’s round face bunched into a thoughtful look. “Xenophilius? That Hufflepuff a few years ahead of us?”

“The one and only,” Sophia laughed.

“What’s the special occasion?”

“Oh, you know, dad’s just trying to get me a boyfriend,” Sophia joked. “He’s having a new guy stay over every week so I have choices.”

“Seriously, Sophia,” Emma stared at her best friend with a look of concern. “You have the most complicated protection charms over your house, you’re not allowed into Diagon Alley for five minutes to pick me up and now there’s a bodyguard staying at your house…what the bloody hell is going on?”

Sophia sighed. All she had wanted to do was joke around for a few minutes. Leave it to Emma to need to know the truth right away. She had always been a nosy person, ever since Sophia had met her trying to peek into her compartment the first train ride to Hogwarts.

Nevertheless, Sophia launched into the explanation her parents had given her the night before. She explained how she crossed the boundary a few times and how Xenophilius had found her but never snitched. She also proudly told her best friend that she had finished her potion.

Expecting a reprimanding for not listening to her parents, Sophia was surprised when Emma joked and said, “Well, if he let you go once, it doesn’t look like you’ll have a problem sneaking out again.”

“True,” Sophia agreed. She was about to continue when there was a loud crash from the front of the house followed by a scream. Without a second thought, Sophia and Emma got up and began sprinting towards the house. Among all the thoughts that ran through Sophia’s mind, one stuck out the most:

Was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named so powerful that Dumbledore’s protection had only held up a few days?