This is my first fanfic. Hope you enjoy it. And I own none of the these except Samantha and Harry(?)

Chapter one: stranger

"Harry stop running on the stairs" her mother said from downstairs.

"Sorry mom..." he said apologetically as he entered the kitchen.

"All right, now come and eat or were gonna to be late." She said to her son.

"Mom?"

"Hmm?"

"Can we start reading about department of mysteries tonight?" He looked excited about that. She pondered the pros and cos and then nodded. "Alright but don't expect me to go into the details too much... and you know why!" She said soft but firmly. Fortunately her son understood why she refused to tell him every detail. Sometimes this fact that her son was more mature than he seemed made her proud. She had never gotten a single letter or complains about his bad behavior in the school. He was a happy, hyper-active, smart boy. Although he wasn't top of his class, his grade was good. He had a lot of friends that cared about him in the way he cared about them. And maybe he played some pranks now and then, he never played them in a way that hurt others; either physically or emotionally. She remembered the first time she held him in her arms. He was so small and fragile. His pale skin was soft and warm and his black hair against it made his skin look like crystal. She remembered he was fast sleep in her arms. And his face was the symbol of peace. Beautiful and full of safety. After nine years, he still slept as peaceful as first time. She remembered the first time he opened his eyes and looked at her with curiosity. He yawned and cuddled deeper in her arms and the next moment he was sleep again.

"Mom, I finished." His voice made her out of her thoughts. She smiled at him and ushered him to the front door. When they got into the car, she remembered about something that wanted to discuss with him. "Harry?" she said softly.

"Yeah?"

"What do you think about going to Egypt this summer?"

"Wow, thats great mom...erm...last night I dreamt we went to England."

That surprised her. She turned her head to face him for second before focused on the road again.

"We went there last summer. Do you want go there again?" She asked. She wanted him to see the entire world, but if he wished he want to see a country or a place twice, then there would be no problem; they went there. His wishes were her commands after all; because his happiness was far more important than anything else.

"Oh, no! I liked England but I just dreamt about it and it doesn't mean I want go there twice in row. Maybe sometimes later yes, but certainly not this year." He said with a wide grin.

She smiled at him and ruffled his messy black hair. He smiled back at her. Until they reached the school, they were silent, and what a comfortable silence.

When the car stopped, he reached and hugged her, a little awkwardly mind you, and then with a "see you later" he jumped off the car and vanished in the crowd of other students.

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"Okay. Lay down so we can start." She said as let herself comfortable in the seat beside his son's bed. He loved being read before sleep. He could read properly but he loved spent some more time with his mom. His mom was a fantastic person. She was not only his mom and loved him unconditionally, but also she was his friend who made him comfortable and warm. She played with him, when his friends weren't around or even sometimes she came and played with them when they didn't have enough players for basketball. She has been reading bedtime stories for him as long as he remembered. She helped him with his homework and studies. She asked him about his opinions in different situations and discussed with him and would accept his rational ideas. And she did all these things without spoiled him. She could be stern and scold him when he did something wrong or stupid, but she never shout at him. She talked with him until he would understand why he's been scolded. All and all, his mom was the best mom ever.

She started to tell him about department of mysteries. When she got to the part that Sirius fell through veil of death, both of them had tears in their eyes. "Why he died?" he whispered in a sound full of pain and sadness. She cursed herself as she saw tears in his beautiful gray-blue eyes. She smacked herself mentally that she let this happen. She shouldn't tell him that story. She knew he loved Sirius as much as herself loved him from the moment she knew him. Harry adored him. Sirius was his hero and mentor. "I don't know sweetheart. Maybe, because this world can be cruel sometimes." She said with a sad smile on her face. "I wish he never died...not like this." He said. "Me too. Whenever I recall this part of the story, I wish the veil wasnt the veil of death! Was something else, but not death. The world was very cruel toward him. Sometimes I think he didn't deserve all those mess he'd been through... You know, its stupid but I wish he came out of veil alive, happy and full of life." She said sadly to him. "Now, it's time for sleep. Have nice dreams." She leaned over and kissed his forehead. She went out of the room and closed the door behind her. He was her comfort. She never suppressed her emotions around him. But also she never told him all the things that rest unsaid in her heart. Sirius was her hero and friend, as much as James and Ely were. She crossed the hall and went to her bedroom. No more than ten minutes later, she was in dreamland with her dead friends.

"Mom? Mom?"

She opened her eyes and saw Harrys fearful face above herself. That was enough to make her wide awake.

"What's the matter? Do you have nightmare?" She asked as she sat up.

"No! But someone is downstairs. I went down to drink some water and saw him. He's laying on the carpet in front the table you put our pictures frame. He seems unconscious. I didn't go near him."

She was out of bed in a fraction of second. She went to her wardrobe and fetched a baseball bat then turned to Harry and whispered solemnly "Stay right here, if you hear anything unusual call police and then went to attic as fast and quite as possible, okay?" He nodded timidly. His eyes were full of fear. She slowly crossed the room and headed downstairs.

He didn't remember how he felt or what he thought until his mother called him softly from downstairs.

"Harry? Come here please."

He ran downstairs and toward her mother. She was kneeling beside that unconscious man. When she heard his footsteps, she turned her head toward him "Would you please help me to settle him on the coach and then fetch me, my bag?" He did as she told him and when he came back from her office with her bag, he stopped dead at the sight of the man before him. "Mom? He's...isn't..." He stuttered. "We are not sure. First let's take care of him. He seems to be in a terrible condition." She answered him like she could read his thoughts. "But how?" "I said I don't know. Now help me here."

They tended the man and both sat there and waited for the man to wake up. Harry didn't leave his mother side and she didn't forced him to bed because she know even if he went upstairs he wouldn't sleep till he found out who the man was. It was near five in the next evening that man stirred and with a moan opened his eyes. He looked confused. Slowly he sat up with another moan and blinked a few times to clear his sight and then look around. He was in a house? But how? And what a strange house. There he saw two figures sat in two seats, each had one book in hands, and looked at him. A light music played in the background. He asked the first question that across his mind. "Where am I?" His sound was thick and hoarse. He saw the little figure stand and ran through a door behind him and returned a moment later with a glass of water in his hands. He stand beside him and gave him the water. And there was that he saw the little face before him. He looked at him with wide eyes. "Here sir, it's better if you drink this." He couldnt believe his eyes. Automatically he reached and got the glass and drank it. The boy was right. And not only it made him feel better, but also helped him to clear his mind a little more. He again stared at the boy who stared back at him. This boy looked so familiar and he was so...before he could find the right word, the other figure cleared her throat to get their attention. The other, was a woman with long black hair and an attractive face who looked at him with pure curiosity. "You are at our house. We found you last night here. You've been unconscious about 14 hours." She answered his question. He stared at her in disbelief. Her voice was soft and warm. It made him feel comfortable and safe. Whoever these strangers were, they were no danger for him. After a moment she continued "Sorry, but can we have your name, please?" He panicked. His name wasn't clear and he couldn't tell her. He couldn't... but before his thought went farther, she said "I have some guesses but each is more impassible than the other." It seemed that she understood his panic, so she stand and went toward him, stretched her one hand to him "I'm Samantha..." and put her other hand around the boys shoulder "...and this is my son, Harry" she said with a warm and reassuring smile.

He looked incredibly at them with wide eyes and after a moment he took her hand hesitantly and shook it. "Sirius."