Even though she was in a very busy time, there was not one day passing by without Samanta thinking of William. It was kind of weird actually, how she was almost obsessed with thinking of the guy. He wasn’t that special. Okay, he was deathly handsome, but his personal traits? He was way too nice for her. But being nice also meant that he had another quality, which she had to admit she really liked; understanding. During the whole date at Valentine’s, during everything they talked about, it was like he understood her. And that was something she felt like nobody else really did.

Narizza stood in the lounge and saw her niece vanish from the garden with a portkey. Her visit had been pleasant, but not as lucrative as she had hoped. But of course, there was no rush. Yet. As for right now, she had more important things to think of.

“You know, things will probably happen soon, changes. Be aware of that.” She couldn’t get  Narizza’s bizarre statement out of her head while she watched the horrifying transformation her body went through.
 
 
 

“W-William, we gotta go,” she grabbed his arm to take him back, but with her moving, so did the beast. Samanta got frightened, but somehow she managed to pull herself together and grabbed her wand. That was more than William, he didn’t seem to move an inch. Just stood there and stared at the attackers. Not that she blamed him, most people would have gotten that same reaction. In fact, she wondered why she didn’t.
 

Narizza had first noticed the article because of the alleged Flee Network advancement, but as soon as she had seen through it, it made her think of somethink else. Somethink that might help her with a problem she had been pondering on for while now. She needed som delicate information, not secured information, but still it was hard to obtain. Because sometimes asking a question could be more dangerous than giving the answer.
 
 
 
 

When she thought about it, this day had actually been kind of nice. Then she noticed the note on her pillow. She slowly reached for it. The last time she had found a letter on her pillow it had not brought very enchanting words. The envelope was of expensive material, but as she read her name on the front it was not the same hand writing as last time. In fact, it was a hand writing she did not expect to see. He never wrote to her anymore. She opened it quickly to see what her father had written.

For the second time during their conversation she thought of Zane. It also hit her how much her father knew about her aunt, did they not resent talking to each other? However, all of that got lost in the ton of thoughts and feelings regarding the fact that her father, the one person that was pretty much biologically obligated to be honest with her, had known this horrifying secret about her all along without uttering a word.

 For four long months she had been walking around in a thick fog. A thick fog consisting of confusion, fear and vague answers. That was about to change. As Samanta took a determined step through the bricks to Platform 9 ¾ she had made up her mind. Today she was going to take the Hogwarts Express for a new school-year for the fifth time – and she was not going to stress about anything but schoolwork. There was no such thing as problems – only challenges. She would clean up this mess, and finally take the lead in her own life.

 The weekend had passed incredibly fast. Saturday night had been spent together with her friends, playing Exploding Snap and talking meaningless fun. Sunday had been sunny and bright, and she had been sitting outside in the park all day, making the most of the last burning sunrays before the summer ended, and doing what she had of homework. It had all been clouded with a certain question though, spinning around in the back of her head every minute of both days. What was she going to do about William?

 “Alright… I was going to ask you to meet up later, given we haven’t really talked since before the summer. And here we are, later, talking.”