It was dark and she was cold.

All around her was trees, trees and nothing else but an endless void of darkness.

There was a moon though, full and bright casting and eerie glow on just her.

Then out of the darkness appeared two paths. Out of the one on the left came green smoke crawling through dark night air which caused her skin to crawl. The voice of her father seeped out with it, telling her that it would serve the family name to follow the plan through. That even thought she was Gryffindor the Dark Lord would accept her.

Out of the one of the right came not a voice or a cold smoke but images. They created a warm glow as they flashed through. Showing pictures of her and Lily, her and the marauders and more importantly her and Sirius.

As her father's voice echoed in her ears she watched the pictures go through, flashing faster now, there was her Lily and the gang, There was Sam and the quidditch team, and Sam with various Hogwarts teachers. The slide show got fast ,ore pictures flashing by showing various scenes, bringing with them good memories.

Then suddenly darkness and silence again, but now the moon shown on two men. One old and one young, one in royal blue and one in complete black.

Dumbledore and Voldemort stood together like old chums, each standing near a path. Dumbledore stood by the one that had before had the pictures, while Voldemort stood by the one that held her father's voice.

It was clear now, this wasn't reality, but a dream. It seemed that they beckoned her to the path they wanted of her.

Like sirens drawing sailors to a watery grave, their paths each showed something new.

Voldemort's showed her standing tall wearing a cloak of darkness, her face looked frightening, cast in a greenish glow as the image showed her casting the killing curse, it changed to show her dressed in pearls and diamonds, her gown was a dark emerald green, her hair in curls framing her face she was on the arm of the Dark Lord himself. On her arm the dark mark stood out prominently on her pale skin. She felt compelled to that path. Voldemort stood with open arm, as she started walking something caught her eye; she stopped and gave her full attention to the images playing by Dumbledore.

She watched as her other self kissed Sirius Black, she was dressed in all white and in the background a laughing Lily looked on. Around Lily's waist lay James potter's arm, she took a step back and she finally understood. Each path showed her, her future. It showed her that whether she chose good or bad affected her.

It was here in this dream world that she understood that her father's talk wasn't just talk and as Dumbledore and Voldemort started chanting "choose, choose" that she would indeed need to chose between her family and her friends.

Jonathan felt concern for his daughter. She had come out of her room seeming separated, as if she was not really there, but just a wandering spirit. When asked why she was acting this way she merely just mumbled something about a dream. Even when the house elf, Lucy, spilled juice on her she wasn't fazed.

She blinked and said "I had to get dressed anyways." "Dress nice," he replied stiffly, his eyes followed her as she got up from the other end of the long hardwood table and started to walk to the stairs.

"We're going to a meeting and this time your presence is required." He watched her hesitate on the stairs and then quickly run up the rest.

She came down 15 minutes later, dressed in a light summer dress. Her hair, long and auburn like her mothers, wasn't in its usual up do but down around her shoulders in loose curls.

"You look nice, I have no doubt that you won't make me proud today"

"I'll try my best" she said with a weak smile, he could tell she was trying, and honestly that was good enough for him.

"Well," he said looking at his watch, "It seems it that it's time to be going. He held his arm out to her.

She looked at him, honestly for the first time in awhile, looked at him. Her father for 16 years, face full of wrinkles and covered in greying brown stubble. The kind man who loved her and dressed in suits for everyday things that didn't reacquire suits, who every year since her mom died took her to the ocean to sit in the sand and watch the waves come in. The Man who single handedly raised her and made the decision to send her to a school in another country for most of the year and realized that this is why she felt compelled to Voldemort in the dream, She realized she would do anything to protect her father, a man who simply got mixed up in a bad situation.

She felt the tug at her navel as she apparated to Voldemort's American Home. She opened her eyes and she saw before her a marble mansion. She took a step back to get the full effect.

The marble polished and white, the pillars roman in look. The building itself seemed to glow brightly, it shimmered as well but Sam could only guess that this was the result of the many charms place upon it to protect it.

The rest of the yard however was dark. The white glowing building towered over the never ending maze of shrubs and dark flowers that made up the front yard. The front door was where most of her interest was found.

It was stained glass images of a man on a throne on top of a pile of bodies. Which, this being the Dark Lord's house, she could only guess was Muggles. Some bile built up in her throat as she thought of Lily, butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she thought of the idea of meeting the man who had his door as such. Not only was there the throne shown in the glass, but in the back ground flames appeared to dance across the ground, as snakes danced in the sky.

Her father however was already half way down the long winding path, "Sam!" he said turning around and calling back "Come on, the Dark Lord waits for no one, however for you we have a couple extra minutes"

she wondered what her father meant as she caught up with him. "Father why am I here?" He took a deep breath before he attempted to answer, "Well, you see..." her father said seeming as though the words were hard to choke out "you know, you'll find out in there, just be lucky he chose you even though your house…", He abruptly turned away and started to walk again. "Chose me for what?" she said following behind him up the stairs of the house. "I said you will find out inside, now Hurry up!" he said as took the stair two at a time, reaching the porch and grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the door.

As they both approached the door, it seemed to sense them and opened. Inside was just as glamorous as the outside.

They entered and the hardwood door slammed behind them. Her father changed his grasp on her and hooked her arm in his, looking at her for a moment his eyes seemed to trace her face. He then turned and led her down the dark hall until they stood outside another dark door. Inside they heard muffled voices, her father knocked and for Sam, time seemed to slow down increasingly.

The door flung open and Sam, cautiously mimicking her father in movements, kept her head down as she entered.

The room went silent, she heard echoing footsteps approach her and stop before her. Beside her, her father bowed and stepped off to the side. She held in a gasp as a cold strong hand touched under her chin and brought her face up to look at none other than the Dark Lord himself.

He appeared young and exactly the same as he had when she had met him 5 years before. A time which had seemed like a century ago, the time when he had ordered that her father would join him and that Sam would attend Hogwarts and not America's Witchcraft and wizardry school.

These memories danced in her head mingling with the faces of her friends and the dark chilling look in her fathers eyes. Suddenly her eyes caught his lips forming words, and in delay her ears heard him say in his chilling voice "Well, it seems that she will be a seamlessly perfect choice for my Bride.