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She paces the flat her parents own, tears threatening to pour down her cheeks. Her father pretends to read the paper while her mother tries knitting, watching her worriedly.

"Why isn't he back yet?" Her voice is weak, choked by tears.

"Samantha, you know that the moment something happens, you will be notified," Her mother says, trying to sound reassuring. "He promised you that much."

She nods, but the words aren't as comforting as they should be. The wind is picking up outside, rain pelting the windows angrily. She approaches them, placing her hands on the cool glass. Her eyes search the tumultuous sky, looking for any sign at all. Her father sighs in a defeated manner behind her, and her mother starts humming an old hymn.

"Come away from the window, sweetheart," her father asks. "He hid us here to keep us safe. If you keep standing there, some one may see and all of his careful work and planning will be for naught."

She nods again, and moves away with great difficulty.

"Please," she whispers at the window. "Come home to me."

She sits on the couch, bringing her knees up underneath her chin. She dries her stinging eyes on her jeans, trying hard to stop crying. The door bangs open, a figure in a black cloak entering the room. She screams and jump up in front of her parents, drawing her wand.

"Wow," the figure says, pulling back his hood. Fred Weasley gives her a lopsided grin as he dusts off his arms. "I know I'm hideous but you don't have to scream. I thought you'd be used to me by now."

"Oh shut up," she says, laughing slightly. She drops her wand back on the table. "Is everyone okay?"

"Unfortunately, no. George lost his ear, and Moody is dead."

Tears start to fall again and Fred pulls her into a hug. She hears the soft noise of her parents leaving the room as Fred guides her to the couch.

"I hate this," she whispers. "You're risking your life for this boy who got lucky when he was a baby. I don't know what I'd do if some one had to tell me that you were gone."

"That will never happen, love. No Death Eater has a chance when it comes to a Weasley man. That's just how it goes. You can't get rid of me that easy, kid." He gently moves a lock of hair out of her face and kisses her forehead.

"Here." He fumbles inside his cloak and produces a lavender envelope. "My brother Bill is getting married soon. George and I stayed up all night forging you an invitation so you better show up. I may get very upset. Please wear something sexy for me, okay? I'm sure it won't be all that difficult for you; you're gorgeous in a Quidditch jersey and knickers, but dress up. I can't wait to brag. I love you, Sam."

With that, he is gone. She presses the envelope to her chest as she lockes the door behind him. She hopes the days will pass quickly so she can see Fred again.


She wrings her hands as she walks through the gate that leads to the heavily decorated yard. She had decided on spaghetti strapped, deep red dress that comes up to her mid thigh. She hopes Fred will approve, and she giggles at herself. It was almost like she was back at Hogwarts, trying to get his attention after class or a game. Back in the days where he would flash that grin at her and she'd melt. He walks jauntily over to her, giving her that grin.

"Guess what?" He whispers, as he walks her to her seat.

"What?" Samantha whispers back.

"I'm in love with the most beautiful girl in the world," he chuckles softly as she blushes.

"Where is she?" she asks, looking around at the people sitting down. "Come on, I'll show her!"

He laughs as he guides her to her seat and takes his place in the line of Weasley men at the altar. She stands as Fleur makes her way down the aisle, but Samantha's eyes only briefly pass over her. She looks instead at Bill. His eyes are misty and he is clenching his hands together. Charlie pats him on the shoulder and Bill smiles, staring at Fleur the way Samantha hoped her groom will look at her someday.

She watches Fred during the ceremony. It is odd to see him so still and out of character. Only his lopsided grin gave him away. He never has seemed so attentive, and it is the longest time Samantha's ever seen the twins standing together and not plotting some elaborate scheme. She smiles as a long ago memory comes to her.


"Samantha, come downstairs!"

She groaned as she got out of bed and stumbled down to her kitchen. She assumed it would have something to do with her older brother Nick. Ever since she could remember, her parents had fawned over his musical genius.

Her family sat at the table, looking quizzically at an envelope sitting on an empty cereal bowl.

"It's addressed to you, pumpkin," Her father said. She took a seat and slowly opened the letter. She read it over several times, trying to figure out who would play such a joke on her. After her third read over, Nick scooted his chair over and read it with her out loud. Their mother fainted.

The next few weeks had been a blur of new experiences, and then Samantha was left standing at a wall. She stared at the wall between platforms, trying to think of how a witch would find a train there.

"Hey!" She turned to see a blond girl and a black boy approaching her.

"You must not know how to get on the platform," the boy said with a laugh. She blushed and nodded. The girl patted her back reassuringly, before running her trolley towards the wall. Samantha tensed, expecting impact, but saw none. The wall swallowed her up as though she'd never been there.

"Take it in a run," the boy said, before running through the wall himself. She clutched the handle of your cart, squeezing her eyes shut as she ran towards the wall. She felt a strange breeze, and when she opened her eyes, she was facing a red train full of children. She saw that the two from before were waiting for her.

"I'm Mary," the girl said, extending her hand. Samantha shook it and the boy gave her a bright smile.

"I'm Lee," he said. "Let's get ourselves a compartment."

Samantha climbed into an empty compartment and once inside, promptly fell asleep. She was awakened some time later to Mary shaking her. She realized quickly that Lee had left. As they changed into their uniforms, Mary told her that red haired twin boys had retrieved him.

They left the train, ushered by a large man to small boats. Samantha stared at the castle as the boats rowed themselves toward it. By the time she was walking up the stairs, she could barely contain her excitement. She followed the teacher into the Great Hall, scanning the whole room. She listened to the Sorting ceremony, waiting patiently for her turn. Obnoxious laughter came from behind her, and she turned to see where it was coming from.

"Mr. Weasley!" The teacher scolded. She saw two red haired boys, one doubled over trying not to laugh and the other grinning. Lee stood next to the upright boy and she realized that they must be the boys who had taken him from the compartment. The upright boy was trying to apologize to the teacher with his eyes. Samantha smiled at him involuntarily, and when she saw him looking back at her, she quickly turned away from him. She blushed and Mary giggled and gave her an elbow. It was her turn for the chair.

The hat slid almost over her eyes, and she tried hard not to look at the boy.

"Ah," said a ragged voice in her head. "So you fancy a Weasley, eh?" She blushed brightly.

"Strong boys, they are. Good morals, like you. Brave, intelligent, loyal; all traits that you posses as well. I guess I have no choice...GRYFFINDOR!"