Story Title: Harry Potter and the Sapphire Princess

Discalimer: I don't own Harry potter or any of the characters etc...

Chapter One Title: Just The Beginning

Chapter One Summary: The beginning of the story, Sam, her family and their history is introduced. Sam starts to notice weird things in her muggle based life, and becomes suspicious that her parents are hiding something from her.

Sam's P.O.V: (2 paragraphs.)

It's hard to believe in magic when your life has been so normal and boring for the past sixteen years. Excitement just hasn't been a major occurrence in my life. I could blame it on how unpopular I am and that I don't try hard for my grades. But that would be a lie; I'm pretty popular at my school. Lots of people know me I just hand around a specific group of people. As for my grades they're actually not bad I'm a pretty good student. So what's the problem? You ask. Well besides the fact that my parents are boring and I don't really get invited anywhere? (humph some friends) I just can't get over the fact that I should really be somewhere else, even though I live in a muggle house and I go to a muggle school, I'm actually not a muggle. Surprised? Don't be I wouldn't even think of myself as a witch since I'm not aloud to use magic out side my private tutoring classes. Heck it don't own a wand I just have to practice without one, which is lame, and I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't mention that to anyone.

My parents would have kept my magical abilities a secret if I hadn't started figuring it out that I had them when I was eleven. What can I say I'm a suspicious kid. Well that was a talk I'd never forget about. My parents had to go through a lot of trouble getting this tutor or so I'm told. I don't actually own my own wand; I just learn how to do everything from potions to dark arts and whatever else witches and wizards learn. I don't do magic at all really, and if you ask me I don't even believe in it, but that's just me being stubborn. I guess my story really begins with a phone call in the middle of the night. I don't care what day it happens to be but getting a phone call twelve o'clock at night when people are supposed to be sleeping is pretty unusual especially when it happens to be on a weekday.

Awakened from the sound of a ringing phone Sam groggily looked at her clock on her nightstand. 12:00AM read the big bright red numbers. "Mmm." She moaned, "Who calls at this time?" Then it hit her. "What if it was an emergency, her first thought…her grandparents. Of course she only had her mother's parents left her fathers parent's had died when she was just a little girl and she couldn't remember that far back. She laid back and tried to listen to the conversation while trying not to fall back asleep. I could tell my father who had answered the phone was surprised to get this call, but who was on the other line? All she could make out was a bunch of yeses and no's picturing her father nodding. "Yes uh huh 11:30? Tomorrow? Ok see you then, I'll let her know, till then." And with that her father hung up the phone and went back to sleep. She lay there for a few moments with the thought of 11:30 on her mind, before she drifted off to sleep again.

The next day Sam's mother left early for work and her father drove her sister Kristy and her to school. "You're quiet." Her father stated. "Yeah." She managed to get out. Truthfully she was contemplating asking about the mysterious phone call last night but she didn't want to seem nosey. Nobody even mentioned it in the morning. I'd better ask before I'm stuck thinking about it all day. She thought. "Who called last night?" She asked her father in the car. "What do you mean?" He asked probably trying to avoid the question. "At twelve, last night. It woke me up I hope it wasn't any kind of emergency?" She asked trying to get more information out of him. "Since when do things wake you up in the middle of the night?" He asked jokingly. "Ha Ha very funny." She laughed. "Seriously dad." He looked uncomfortable for a second but told her that it was a friend of his coming to see him and her mother tomorrow, the time of the phone call was because of the time change. "Oh that's cool." She said not truly believing his explanation. But they were already at her school so she didn't argue. She said good-bye to her father and her sister who was sitting in the back half a sleep; she definitely was not a morning person, but that I guess ran in the family.

That night all she could remember was the darkness. She couldn't see a thing. Even the streetlights were out! From her bedroom window all she could make out were a couple of dark figures. What shocked her the most was what came next. A small stump that had come up to her parents, which were, presumably the two dark figures standing in her backyard had grown into a full size figure. It was another person but it was very dark and late, her eyes could have been playing tricks on her. It was really dark and hard to see. She pressed her ear to the wall trying to hear what they were saying. But it was no use. She was tired and without a wand she couldn't do magic flawlessly with out one even when she was fully awake. She decided just to go to sleep and question her parents about it in the morning.

"I haven't seen you two in ages how have you two been? A lady with an English accent and a black pointed witch hat asked Sam's parents. "We've adjusted fine here, it's not like the magic world, I have to say. Her father announced. "Since you've contacted us, he's, I mean you know who, he's gone?" Her mother asked concerned. "Not entirely, he's been after our Mr. Potter but he's weak and he's not at all ready to attack." Minerva McGonagall replied. "James and Lily's son, I miss them I remember little Harry, but why have you contacted us now if he's still out there we could be in danger, our girls…Sam's mother said frantically with tears welling up in her eyes. A creaking noise was heard and all three figures immediately froze. "Albus!" Her father said surprised. "Thomas, Julie. It's good to see you both again; it's been so long. Albus Dumbledore Greeted.

The rest of the meeting if you could call it that was spent reminiscing about the past. "So you think it's safe enough to come back. Thomas asked. Her father so wanted to go back to his old life, his friends, being a wizard, everything. Her mother too, but they wasn't any rush to expose the two things that they loved the most in life, their daughters. You've kept your girls from their birthright and Hogwarts. Your oldest one should be in her fifth year. Don't you think that they will be safer with some kind of knowledge as to how to defend themselves if anything should ever happen? Dubledore added. Julie wasn't going to argue she knew a private tutor that taught magic without the girls actually trying it for themselves. We will think about it. Julie said How's the- our place? Thomas asked. "It's being taken care of." McGonagall answered. We'll meet back here, I'll let you know when. Dumbledore said Think about it was the last thing he left them with. The streetlights flickered and went back on and the dark silhouettes disappeared into the night.

A month went by and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Sam had just pushed the memory back into her mind. She hadn't thought about it in a while. On her way home from school she noticed her neighbor Mrs. Anderson talking to another older lady, this wasn't unusual. Mrs. Anderson WAS the neighborhood gossip. As Sam walked by she noticed Mrs. Anderson's hands fly up in an alarming sort of way. "Never in my years have I ever seen anything like it." Mrs. Anderson rambled on. "Yes a real live owl flew right over there." She pointed. Sam arched her eyebrow. "An owl here?" She'd never seen one here before either. It wasn't common to find owls in the city you know. "Strange." She thought. When she arrived on her front steps she noticed a letter between her door handle to her front door. She picked up the letter and studied the envelope. It had neatly printed green letters on front of it that read "Miss. S. Davidson. 33 Stone Ridge Ave." She went inside and opened the letter. Usually the mail came in the mailbox in which they hadn't gone to for a while, and usually no one sent her anything.

The same kind of paper only thinner was found inside. She read the letter out loud to nobody in particular but herself.

'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, first class, Grand Sorc. Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwmp, International Confed. of Wizards.)

Dear, Miss Davidson,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on the first of September. We await your owl by no later than the thirty first of July.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress.'

(J.K. Rowling)

(P.S: I did not write the letter above J.K. Rowling did in the first Harry Potter book, I am simply just borrowing it and adding my characters name at the top, but the credit goes to her :))

After finishing the letter she stood there for another ten minutes staring at the letter. Eyes wide and mouth open she had waited forever for this letter to come, she even gave up on it by her twelfth birthday figuring they would send it to her after a year of home schooling tutoring. She then just figured her parents had never enrolled her. Finally she was going to the school she had wanted to ever since she was eleven. She would get her first wand; she would truly be a witch in only a few months. She put the letter on the table facing the door so her parents would see it as soon as they came home. In a couple of hours her sister Kristen would be home from school, but for now she had the house to herself. She rummaged through her mother's top of the closet until she found the box she was looking for. She brought it into her room and started taking out the cotenants of the medium size box.

Two wands and a half of a broken one. One wand being her father's the elm wood and hippogriff down fur, with a trademark blue sapphire crystal that had been in his pureblood family for centuries. The other wand being her mother's a holly and unicorn horn. The broken wand she pulled out was carefully wrapped at the end. It belonged to her grandmother that passed away. She never found out why the wand was broken. She just figured it was old or something. It was a eucalyptus and unicorn hair with the trademark blue sapphire. As she held it she felt the power running through it, even though it was broken and hadn't been used in ages. She was caught up in it, holding the broken wand and staring back at it. The doorbell had awoken her from her trance. She put the wand down and answered the door. It was of course her sister who came home from school.

"Hey Kristen, how was school?" "Yeah it was ok." She said as she walked in the door. She stopped and saw the letter. "Oh wow, is that yours?" She asked excitedly "Yeah, I just got it today." "Did one come for me?" She asked expectantly "umm no actually I just found this at the front door, sorry." She said, she really felt bad for her sister. "Oh" Kirsten said sadly. "Well did you want to go check out the stuff I found upstairs?" She said trying to change the subject. "Alright." Kristen said. The two sisters made there way up the stairs and resumed taking things out of the box. Kristen took out a book labeled Hogwarts yearbook. She blew the dust off of it and handed it to her sister. "Do you think we'll find them in the yearbook." She said laughing. Sam opened the book and turned to the year that he parents would have been in. But before she could reach for the exact page the front door lock turned and the door opened. Both her parents home, at the same time? Shocking but true. Immediately she closed the book and went down stairs with Kristen following closely behind her. The fact that everything was quiet was neither a good or bad sign. She knew they had already seen the envelope at the front where she had left it. I guess we need to talk she said as she stared her parents down.

It had been a long talk not only with her but her sister had been included in the conversation too, partly because she would find out one-way or another and partly because it had concerned her as well. Sam's parents had told her what seemed to be everything. From when they had attended Hogwarts to why they had to leave the wizarding world. That night all she wanted to do was tell everyone that she was a witch in fact an important one as her parents had told her. She had already received the "you can't tell anyone (or muggles to be exact) about you or anything we just talked about" talk that she had also gotten when she was eleven. So Sam did what any normal teenager does when they have a secret, they write it in their diary or suppress it but she figured the first one would actually help her.

"Dear Diary," She began. "Since I'm not aloud to share any of the information I just found out to any of my friends, I thought I'd write it down before I go insane." She wrote. "Finally I got my letter from Hogwarts! I've been waiting for this since I was eleven. My parents finally told me everything there is to know about the wizarding world and why we left. There are four houses in Hogwarts, Gryffindor, Slytherin, RavenClaw, and Hufflepuff. My parents and grandparents were sorted into Gryffindor, so naturally that's where I want to be sorted. But there is a slight chance I might be in Slytherin as my uncle was sorted into that, well that's what I've been told. I haven't actually met my uncle, but my dad tells me I'm as stubborn as he was. I'm not so sure that's a good thing he always uses it in a negative connotation. But then again my parents always say I remind them of my grandmother, the one who passed away when I was small and she was sorted into Gryffindor. Anyways they had a lot of friends at Hogwarts, my mother and me are actually going to visit one of her friends soon. A Molly something. I remember seeing her in the yearbook; she had red hair that's what I remember. That should be fun. I'm actually being sarcastic, as I don't want to visit my mother's friends and remember the good'ol days. I don't even remember those times! Well the reason we left was because of some loser on a power trip going around killing people. The dark times, my father called it. Well I actually wasn't surprised at this; my mother isn't one to put her children or child at that time at risk of any danger. I'm not even aloud to stay home by myself for a whole day! We had to leave anyways, apparently our family was a big deal or something, they didn't go into detail telling me and I didn't want to ask. They never tell me anything really, and this one time they've actually given me a whole history on our family, well almost. Anyways I'm wrapping it up, it's late and tomorrow I'm going visiting how fun. Sincerely, Samantha."

Authors Note: Heyy, thank you sooo much for reading this story it's my first Harry Potter Story hopefully you liked it and please review!!! Thanks :)