A/N: Well, here I am again with another story (even though I should be completing my other ones). Well, this is a completely new category that I'm writing in, so I hope you like this chapter! Review please, feedback is wonderful!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. They both belong to J.K. Rowling and Dick Wolf, respectively. Only new characters are mine.
A loud crash shook through the small apartment complex, startling the current inhabitants. "Samantha, what – what was that?" the other woman asked, looking worriedly at the woman that was obviously related to her in some form – a sister, perhaps. "I don't know, but I'll go check the window quickly," the woman named Samantha replied. They both had the same distinguishing body type, slender, but with a touch of muscle. They shared the same shoulder length dark chocolate hair. You would think that they were twins if you were some distance away. However, the contrasting difference between the two was that Samantha had deep brown eyes, while her sibling had eyes that could compare to the ocean on a bright, sunny day.
Samantha approached the small window cautiously, grabbing what appeared to be a long wooden stick and holding it in front of her. She peeked through only for a second before she gasped with fright, backing up in a sudden daze. "It's – it's him. He's finally come to kill me," Samantha spit out in a state of shock, but immediately straightened herself out. "Serena, go get Olivia – NOW!" the brown eyed sibling screaming, running around to try to barricade the door with her sparse amount of furniture. Serena stumbled through the small 2 room apartment, quickly reaching Olivia's room. "Come on sweetheart, I don't know what's going on, but we'll be ok," the confused woman murmured, picking up the little baby from the crib and walking back to the living room to see Samantha gathering items together in a suitcase. "Sam, Sam, SAMANTHA. What the hell is going on?" Samantha looked away from her older sister's frightened stare and mumbled, "It's time. It's happening."
Serena had no idea what was going on, but before she could find some reason to the whole situation, her younger sister interrupted her thoughts again. "He's coming after me, Serena. I was never safe; I knew he would find me sooner or later. It was a miracle that Olivia was born from such a horrible situation, and I thought that it was over back then. It wasn't even close to being over. I – I can't explain much right now, but take this," she managed to sputtered through developing tears, handing the now nearly packed suitcase and a letter to the confused woman, before pointing at an object hanging on the suitcase. "Take that necklace, Serena. It's a portkey; I was able to authorize it some time ago, set for this particular date. Make sure Olivia touches it too," the scattered sister said, looking sadly at her older sister, her only sister who she cared deeply for and who she would miss significantly when the time came shortly. Serena quickly complied to her sister's orders, grabbing the necklace and placing it around her neck, making sure that Olivia's little hand was able to touch it. "I love the both of you," Samantha whispered, unknowingly uttering her last words, as the weak barricade blasted down. A tall, lanky figure stepped into the house, instantly chilling the atmosphere. Right before the portkey transferred Serena and Olivia to a location yet unknown to them, a bright green light flashed, ending the life of Samantha Benson and imprinting itself in young Olivia Benson's mind for years to come.