I looked over at the boy with the raven-hair, who smiled sweetly at me. I tried to speak, but my voice didn't work.The boy took my arm and, without stopping his smile, tugged me down.A green burst of light blasted over our heads.I wanted to say, Thanks! You saved me, or anything, but no sound came out of my mouth.The boy's emerald green eyes sparkled.They seemed to say, I know what you mean. It's okay. But I would have liked to say it.
How often do you get to thank someone for saving your life?Suddenly, his face changed.The boy did not smile. Instead, he frowned.I followed his line of vision to… my arm. But more importantly, the scull and snake on my arm.
"Sam!" Bellatrix Lestrange ran into her teenaged daughter's room, practically bursting with excitement and happiness. Sam's dream continued.
The boy looked at me seriously. Pulling back his hair, he revealed a lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead."Look at it," he commanded. "I didn't ask for it. Just like you didn't ask for the dark mark. But you got it. It's about the choices we make."The boy said.I looked at my arm. The choices we make?
Fifteen-year-old Samantha was still asleep; her blonde hair spread out on the pillow, so Bellatrix pointed her wand at Samantha and said, "Ennervate!"
Samantha sat up and looked around, her blue eyes flashing like ice. "Mum! It's almost 3:00 in the morning!" Samantha cried. She was not a morning person and glared at her mother, then pulled the pillow over her head.
Bellatrix smiled. "It is time," she said mysteriously. "The Dark Lord has your first mission," Bellatrix added, almost jumping up and down.
She tugged Samantha out of bed, and the latter went to get ready. Samantha knew her mother would probably Floo them to Malfoy Manor before breakfast had even reached her stomach. While brushing her teeth, Samantha wondered about her "mission."
She reached over to her left arm and traced the Dark Mark etched there. Samantha shuddered, thinking of the pain the Dark Mark had ensued- physical and emotional.
Samantha pulled on her dark Death Eater robes and grabbed her 11 ½ mahogany with unicorn hair core and ran down the steps, simultaneously pulling her blonde hair into a ponytail.
The minute she reached the bottom of the stairs, Bellatrix had a jar of Floo powder in her hands and barely let Samantha grab an apple from the kitchen.
Ten minutes later found them in Malfoy Manor, where the Dark Lord was waiting with Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco Malfoy. "Hello, Bellatrix. Hello, Samantha." The Dark Lord nodded curtly at the two. His pet snake, Nagini, slithered up to Samantha. She curled around Samantha's leg, begging to be petted, which Sam did.
"Hiya girl," Samantha cooed, rubbing the top of Nagini's head.
"Now, this is your task. Instead of returning to Beauxbatons, you will attend Hogwarts and befriend Harry Potter. Then you will lure him to me so I can finish him once and for all," Voldemort said. Samantha opened her mouth to protest, but Voldemort went on. "That was originally Draco's task, but he failed before they were even sorted." The Dark Lord glared at the fifteen-year-old boy, who shrank closer to his cousin.
"Won't Potter recognize her surname?" Lucius asked, giving Samantha's shoulder an affectionate squeeze. Despite his macho façade, the most important people in Lucius's life were Narcissa, Draco and Samantha. He needed to make sure his niece/goddaughter would be safe. If a girl showed up at Hogwarts claiming to be a Lestrange, there would most definitely be trouble.
"She can take on another surname for the year. I'm sure no one will mind if Samantha went by Samantha Black," Voldemort said. Samantha looked at her mother, but Bellatrix licked her lips in anticipation. "Thank you, sir, I promise Samantha won't let you down."
Oh, it's so funny how things don't turn out as planned.