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Lost
By: JMMendiola
Chapter One
It was a cold November morning. A dark haired witch in a bottle green cloak sat at a small booth in the corner of The Leakey Cauldron. She held The Daily Prophet in one hand and nursed a mug of hot chocolate in the other.
At the top of The Daily Prophet was the date.
November 4, 1981.
She had arrived on the third of November.
It had been reported that on October the thirty-first, You-Know-Who had attacked and killed a family. The family had been James and Lily Potter from the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter. There was only one survivor. Their son, Harry James Potter, and he was barely a year old.
On November the first, the hunt for the traitor, Sirius Black had commenced. He was captured on November the second, only after allegedly killing thirteen muggles with one curse and also murdering a man named Peter Pettigrew. He was taken to Azkaban the very same day, without a trail and Veritaserum interview.
On the third, she had arrived.
Broken hearted, lost and changed.
The envelope that Abigail Linney had given her had been her only help. The letter had been long and explanatory. It really had never occurred to her in her world, which happened to be in the year 1995 by the way, that maybe Abigail had been telling the truth about being a witch.
Abigail wrote about her family. She wrote of being the last member of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Linney. She also wrote of the Warren family. And it shocked Samantha.
There had actually been a pureblood family by the name of Warren. They had been an American family that had come to England to help with the fight against You-Know-Who. The Warrens had been three brothers; Nigel, Bogey and Carmine. What had shocked her was that Abigail had a brief relationship with Carmine, the youngest Warren brother. And it had been twenty-three years ago, to boot.
This had a light bulb in Samantha's brain light up, but apparently Abigail had been way ahead of her.
With a quick name change, she was now known as Samantha Anne Linney-Warren. It was a good thing that no one in the Warren family was currently living, then there would be a problem.
After the name change, she began to wear the necklace and the ring with Abigail's urging to prove that she was actually related to the Warren and the Linney family. The necklace had a medallion of the Warren crest, a gift from Carmine to Abigail,. The ring on the other hand had once been Abigail's, there was a Linney crest set in gold on it.
The small bottle in the large envelope had been a such a relief to Samantha. Abigail had infused all of her schooling memories in the small bottle. The liquid had tasted rancid and mucky, but they had served her purpose, for Samantha could now operate Abigail's wand perfectly. It was Samantha's wand now, a gift from Abigail before Sirius and she fell intentionally through the Veil.
She made of few purchases with the Galleons. Robes, cloaks and boots; sensible Wizarding clothing. She also rented herself a room for the rest of the week.
Samantha lifted the mug to her lips and was surprised to find it empty. She set it down with a sad frown.
"Allow me, Lady Linney-Warren," a voice said from beside her.
She looked up to find Tom coming toward her with his wand. With a quick swish and flick the mug filled with hot chocolate.
"Thank you, Tom," Samantha said to the barman before he went off to take orders from customers.
Samantha smiled slightly at the barman's retreating back and set down the paper she had been reading. He was nice man, just as the books of J. K. Rowling had said. She took a sip of her hot chocolate and unconsciously stuck her hand in her robe pocket. The key that had been with the letter was there, cool to her touch. It was a Gringott's key. The key was to the Linney Vault and if the letter was right, there would be another envelope in the vault with the key to the Warren vault.
Samantha sipped more of her hot chocolate before getting to her feet. She left a few Galleons on the table and then walked out, into the Alley. There was a young couple in front of her and they tapped the wall with their wands. It opened and they walked in quickly. Samantha was right behind them; she sure did not want that wall to close on her.
Her hand was still stuck in her pocket and she held onto the key tightly. She knew exactly where she was going. Straight to Gringott's Wizarding Bank. Samantha zigzagged through the crowds of wizards, witches and various other beings until she could see the building in front of her.
The door magically opened for her and she walked in. Samantha headed to a certain Goblin at the end of the long marbled entry and nodded to him.
"Good Morning Master Goblin," she spoke politely to him as Abigail had instructed in her letter, "I am here to make a withdrawal out of my family Vault."
The senile looking Goblin glared down at her. "And you are?"
Samantha answered with pride. "I am Samantha Anne Linney-Warren, the Lady of the Most Noble and Ancient Houses of Warren and Linney."
After a short pause, the Goblin nodded. "Your key, Lady Linney-Warren?"
Samantha took the key out of her pocket and handed it to the male Goblin.
The Goblin nodded again. "Griphook!"
Samantha startled. For a moment she had thought he had shouted at her, but she calmed as she saw another Goblin come forward to them. He looked at Samantha up and down.
"Take Lady Linney-Warren to her vault," he gave the key to Griphook.
Griphook grunted, then walked away. Samantha followed him silently. She was led into a cart that reminded her somewhat of a roller coaster cart. Samantha soon found out the ride was similar to a roller coaster also. They went down hair raising drops and break neck turns at high speeds. Her stomach turned uncomfortably and she was suddenly nauseous.
She vaguely remembered one of the J. K. Rowling books mentioning something about guard dragons and gulped. Her nauseous-ness was beginning to turn to fear. Samantha did not want to be burned to a crispy critter if some kind of misunderstanding broke out.
The cart suddenly slowed and stopped in front of a large vault door. She noticed the giant letterings spelling out Linney to them. On other vaults she noticed other familiar names she could remember from the books. She even saw Longbottom and Malfoy among the names.
"Vault number seventeen," Griphook said loudly.
Samantha stumbled out of the cart. "Thank you."
Griphook unlocked the vault with the key and it opened without a creek. Samantha took the key from Griphook and walked in. What she saw made her gasp. The room was simply enormous. It was filled, almost to the brim with hills of Galleons, Sickles and Knuts. She tripped into the vault and put a hand to a hill of Galleons to steady herself. She then took the Galleon pouch from her robe pocket and began to fill it.
"Excuse me," she said to the Goblin, "Griphook was it? I heard from someone at The Leakey Cauldron that you had your own brand of Galleon pouches."
Griphook, who stood out of the vault nodded. "That is correct. Never-ending Galleon pouches. You simply reach in and withdraw money directly from your own vault account. However, there is currently a waiting list. The pouches have suddenly become popular and we cannot produce as many as we would like to keep up with the requests. "
Samantha spotted the large manila envelope and snatched it.
"I would like to sign myself onto that list," she spoke, while opening the envelope.
There was a single Gringott's key and a thick stack of papers in the huge envelope.
"I can do that for you, Lady," Griphook said to her.
Samantha nodded. "Thank you, Griphook. I will be staying at The Leakey Cauldron. When you are ready to send me a pouch, please send it to me there."
She took the key from the envelope and deposited it into her pocket along with the Linney key.
"Is that all?" Griphook asked in a dull voice.
Samantha looked around. "Yes. That is all. Oh, wait a moment. Do you by any chance know any exceptional lawyers?"
Griphook nodded slowly. "Indeed, I do, Lady. May I ask why?"
"I would like employ this person," she set closing and locking the vault herself. She was surprised that Griphook allowed her to do it herself. "I will be in need of the person's services. I happen to know a innocent man imprisoned in Azkaban."
A/N: Here it is! The sequel! Yay! I know it's alittle short, but I promise I'll try to make the others longer! Anyhoo ---> REVIEW PEOPLE, REVIEW! ;) -- JMMendiola