(Hey, this is my first fan fic and I hope you ♥ it. It's a bit book 6 disregarded, just letting you know, and I'm sorry this chapter might be a but boring but let me just give you the goings on and the next ones will be much better.)

The year was 2007, the place was Diagon Ally near its first and only orphanage. There was a tall man with flaming red hair walking toward the orphanage, with him, a girl of almost seven years of age. She looked nothing like the man, her hair was as dark as the night, quite bushy, and unlike the man she had not a freckle on her face, but perhaps one thing that stood out about her was her eyes, they were as green as an emerald, and every bit as bright. This girl was Samara Potter, Harry Potter's only child, and the man with her, Ron Weasley .

"Are we there?" Samara asked hopefully. They had spent the night walking as soon as they were out of pureblood territory.

"Almost," sighed Ron, never in one hundred years did he think he was going to do anything like this, taking he best friends' daughter to an orphanage. He would never adopt her, that was one thing he knew years ago. She was the daughter was a mud-blood and a half-blood, and as a pure-blood he should have nothing to do with her.

It was a much different time then that of about ten years ago. Around that time every blood was equal, no matter what kind it was. The world was too happy rejoicing the defeat of Voldemort to be worrying about blood types. This all slowly changed, however.

In late 1998, the Death Eaters had begun to gather again, this time attracting a certain two Weasley's to quickly join them. Ginny Weasley had been dating Draco Malfoy for over a year and a half, no doubt it was him who influenced her about his side, he lead it to become what it was today. Ronald, went for another reason, wealth, he was told joining the Death Eaters would make him a rich man, and was given a large sum of gold for joining.

As the next years passed by Malfoy made many changes. He believed that muggle borns should not be allowed to use magic, or even to live among the magic. Every muggleborn was given a choice, leave the wizarding world and have their memory of it erased or be killed.

Half bloods were a bit different, but they still weren't worthy enough to live with their pureblood superiors. A boundary was set, were Diagon ally meets knockturn ally, Half bloods on the left, purebloods on the right. A date was set which all the half bloods had to be on their side of the line. If they were caught living on the pureblood half after, they were shown no mercy.

Now, I suppose your wondering Samara's story, well let's take a look. Christmas Eve, 2007. The Potter Family lived on the pureblood half, but since they lived so close to the boundary, they didn't think anything of it. They were throwing a party, for the season and for their daughter. Unfortunately there were some uninvited guests. The Death Eaters had broken in and couldn't be stopped. That night Harry and Hermione Potter had been killed. Rumor has it that friends of the Potter's let them in.

Tap, tap, tap. Ron and Samara had arrived. A blonde haired witch had opened the door," Do you have any idea what time it is Weasley?" she said.

"Yeah, I do Parkinson, but it seems eh, you have another one."

Slowly, Pansy opened the door," Come into the living room, it seems we have some things to discuss," they began to walk down the hall, only candle light guiding them.

They had reached the living room, it was a large room filled with a large sofa and several comfy armchairs. There was a small fire in the fireplace and a round coffee table near the sofa. This entire place looked more like an elegant manor then an house full of children. Samara sank into an armchair facing the fireplace and didn't make a sound, she curled up and stared into the fire, wondering what would happen to her.

"I knew it was the dark mark I saw," whispered Pansy walking toward the sofa. She sat down, Ron followed," but I didn't know some of our side had died as well."

"They didn't," sighed Ron,"she's half blood," he nodded in Samara's direction.

Pansy walked to where Samara was sitting, she didn't seem to be aware of anything," Potter?" she asked in disbelief.

Ron nodded," she saw, everything, all of it."

Pansy looked angry," May I ask why you just didn't get rid of her! This is a Potter, Weasley, she doesn't deserve to live after what her father did to the Dark Lord," she began to raise her wand.

"Pansy, no!" Ron ran to her and pushed her arm sending a jet of green light to the wall, Samara looked up alarmed but he gave her a reasurring smile to calm her down and she returned to attention to the flames," No, she is to live."

"Why?"

"Because, a long time ago, before I became a Death Eater, I promised her parents that if anything ever happened to them, I would make sure nothing happened to her up until she's of age. I made the Unbreakable Vow, Pansy."

"Fine, she can stay, we just need to do one thing," again she raised her wand," Obliveate!"

"What was that for?" Ron asked bewildered.

"She already knows to much, her father remembered some of his parent's death, look what happened there!"

"I see," began Ron," well, I'm off, but need to ask you somthing. Promise you won't tell Draco?"

"What part?"

"All of it, espically the fact that Samara is still alive, you know as well as I that she was supposed to die that night," he opened the door and disapeared into the night.

Pansy walked to the couch," Get up, Potter, it's past time for you to go to bed."

Samara simply nodded and followed her new gaurdian. They came to the large staircase, the whole room was very elegant, to say the least. The stairs and floor were a dark polished wood, with a large chandelier overhead, gleaming in the candle light.
The second floor was much like the first, but this time a carpet runner from one end to the other. The whole floor was one long hallway with twelve doors, six on each side, inbetween the doors there was a sconce with a burning candle. The walls and door were painted the same, white. It looked beautiful," Will I be living here?!" Samara asked in disbelief, she saw there was also a royal red sofa near the stairs with a small fireplace.

"Not this floor," Pansy passed the whole floor to the other end of the hall where there was another staircase, not as grand as the other one but not bad. As soon as they reached the top there was slight different from the floor below. The floor sytle was the same, just without the runner, there were ten doors, five on each side, and the sconces were defintly less elegant. In fact they were very simple. There were no sofas or arm chairs or any chairs at all.

"Am I living here?" Samara asked again, she was getting tired again.

"No, just one more floor."

Samara saw the next staircase, they had crossed this whole hall and were about to go up to the final floor. The stairs were very simple, in fact they looked like the skeleton of a staircase rather then the whole thing. One they got to the top Samara was shocked! They hallway was made of unpainted wood, for the floor and walls, there was three doors, and you can forget about sconces, there were simple candlesticks in poor holders. Pansy unlocked the second door on the right, Samara's new room.

It was so, so plain, there were four beds in the room, the only one unocupied was the one in the far left corner, near the window. The floor was dusty, and the walls looked rotten. At the foot of each bed there was a trunk or suitcase or even a large sack for the few possesions these girls had. A gaslamp on an old table was the only souce of light, other then Pansy's wand tip. Samara walked to her bed then realised she didn't have a nightgown or anything," Miss," she spoke so softly," I - I don't have anything, to sleep in or wear at all."

Pansy walked to a wardrobe in the corner Samara just noticed, and pulled out an ivory colored nightgown," It's oldfashioned, but it's all your getting, ask the girls about the rest tomarrow," she then simply walked out the door and shut it behind her.

Samara changed into her nightgown and placed her final party dress in the wardrobe. She turned to the cracked mirrior on the wall and stared, her curles were still there, hardly. The ribbon was stil in her hair, it seemed like hours ago her mother was putting it in. Tears began forming in her eyes when she looked at her neck, the locket. The silver locket she had since she was born with her parents' pictures, they were gone, and she would never get them back. She was the final Potter.

(a/n: soooooooooooooooo? dish, what did you think?)