Samantha stormed down the corridors while tears threatened her piercing green eyes.
No, it couldn't be true, her mind cried while she willed her eyes not to.
She had just returned to Hogwarts after being dropped off by the Knight Bus and before Professor McGonagall could even utter a sound she was off and trying to make her way to the Common Room.
Dumbledore arrived at her house an hour after she sent the letter to him. He brought Professor McGonagall with him so she could escort Sam back to Hogwarts via Knight Bus. What confused her about Dumbledore's arrival is that he didn't ask her what had happened… it was if he already knew. She tried explaining to him the situation but he stopped her wordlessly by holding his hand up to her and went into Carrie's office and shut the door behind her.
And how did he know that was her office? she wondered, suddenly remembering that her mother's office door was closed.
"Well look who it is," an arrogant voice laughed behind her abruptly shaking her from her thoughts. "Storming about the corridors at such an hour… what would your mother think?"
Sam's fist clenched when she heard Malfoy utter these horrible words. She turned around and stomped up to him in such a manner that Draco felt as if he was a nervous chicken in the presence of a hungry ogre.
"You knew, you foul beast!" she hissed and clenched the top of his night shirt in her fists. "You knew everything. I hate you… I hate you!" she growled and shook him rapidly in rage.
"Sam… Samantha!" he grunted trying to wrestle out of her tight grip. "What is the matter with you!" he demanded when he finally pushed himself away from her. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he realized that tears were uncontrollably running down her cheeks while she gasped for air from her uncontrollable breathing. He gaped at this. Sam never cried… never. He put a hand on her shoulder, trying to relax her. "Calm down, Sam, you're going to faint if you don't stop." Unable to speak, she nodded at this.
Now Draco felt like the biggest ass in the world. He put his hand on Sam's shoulder and talker to her in a soothing tone.
"Sam, I'm sorry, can we talk somewhere quiet?" she nodded and he led her through the maze-like hallways of Hogwarts and down the stairs, into the dungeons where he told the Slytherin portrait the password.
"Why-?" she was about to task but he held up a hand to stop her. Draco left her side to look around in the Slytherin Common Room to see if the coast was clear before letting her enter. He led her thought he empty room and into his dormitory where he closed and put a lock on the door.
What are you doing here, Sam? she asked herself as she sat down on his bed while he quickly cleaned up the messy room. His parents are supposedly involved with Voldemort, he probably knew what was going on all along. Yet, you're sitting on his bed, alone in his room, and there's a lock on the door. She tried explaining to herself that this was a bad idea but she just didn't care anymore. She needed to get what happened to her off of her chest and a part of her just couldn't stop trusting Draco Malfoy.
"I know we'll be safe here," he explained while he shoved the last pile of dirty clothes under his bed and out of sight. "Umbridge would never check up on us here. Plus, I'm the only one in my room who didn't go home for the holiday." Then he turned to her and saw that her mind was preoccupied.
"Samantha?" he whispered in a hushed tone, breaking her concentration. She looked up at him and didn't even bother putting on a fake smile. He sat down next to her looked into her sad eyes. "Can you tell me what's wrong?" he asked cautiously after a moment of silence. She took in a deep breath and used all of her strength to stop herself from crying.
"My-my mom," she stammered, feeling her voice breaking already, "she's been taken by Vol-Vol-Voldemort," she finally confessed and was embarrassed to find herself crying all over again.
"What?" Draco gasped. He hadn't remembered his parents talking about anything like this at all. Also, Draco reminded himself, his father would never let that happen, he and Carrie Riddle were too good of friends for him to let something like that to happen.
"What does Voldemort want with your mom?" he asked slowly.
"What does Voldemort want with any of the people he takes?" she countered with an uneasy laugh. she got up and moved over to the window and leaned her right side against the wall.
Just tell him, she scolded herself mentally, he's going to find out eventually from his dad. A valid point, but still, she doubted herself.
"Samantha," he said while standing up to stand by her side, "I know you. You're not telling me everything."
"Voldemort is my father, okay?" she snapped, trying to force back new tears. Draco stared at her in disbelief as this information sank in.
It can't be, he though and surprised himself when he uttered it out loud.
"You're telling me," she whispered and sank to the floor and pulled her knees up to her chest.
"How-how do you know?" he asked quietly, still in shock from the news. She explained to him everything she knew making his heart sank.
Voldemort was definitely her father.
He sat next to her on the floor and pulled her into his chest. He stroked her blonde hair and cringed as she felt tears start falling onto his sweater. This was the second time he ever saw Samantha cry and he hoped that it'd be the last.
The first time he could hardly bring himself to think about. It was when she was ten and the Malfoy family was visiting Carrie for a few days. They were staying at a hotel in a place similar to Diagon Alley which was located in the outskirts of New York.
On their last night there, Draco received an owl from Sam telling him that he needed to get her house as soon as possible. Quickly, he snuck out of the hotel and made his way to her house, which was only a few miles from the hotel. When he got to her house she found her in the fetal position in the kitchen next to a passed out Carried on the floor and fire whiskey split everywhere on the floor.
"What happened?" he asked, not believing what he was actually seeing. She looked up at him to reveal tears streaming from her eyes which left him flabbergasted. Sam explained that her mom had just found out that her parents had been killed while on holiday in Albania.
"And.. and… she went crazy," she whimpered, not being able to process what actually happened. He sat next to her and told her that everything would be okay. He brought her to her bedroom and told her that everything would be okay in the morning. He waited until she fell asleep before heading back to the hotel.
He cringed at this memory, because he knew that Sam had never been the same since this happened. The tone of her voice changed in the letters she sent and then there was the mystery of why she abruptly stopped sending them.
"You can't tell anyone!" she told him in a shrilled voice. He looked up at her and saw the terror in her eyes which was all he needed to know that she was serious.
"Of course-" he said but the girl him off.
"I'm serious, you can't tell anyone… and I mean anyone," she warned and he nodded and grabbed her hand and squeezed it warmly.
"I promise on my life," he told her and held her in his arms once again.
Lord Voldemort grinned as he read the last entry in the diary he was reading. It talked about George Weasley, the son of the man who Nagini had just attacked. He smiled because of the irony, not because he was amused by what he was reading. He closed his daughter's diary and set it on the table next to him.
"My Lord," Snape said, stepping out of the shadows to address him, "are you sure it was best to kidnap her mother?" he asked making Voldemort's small nostrils flare. Lucius Malfoy had asked him the same question when he heard about what happened and Voldemort could tell that he had to restrain himself from shouting. Of course he knew that Carried had been good friends with Lucius and that it was going to hurt Samantha, but it was all a part of his carefully planned scheme that he hadn't told anyone, and he wasn't going to until it was time.
"Yes," he snapped at the greasy man before standing up to walk into the dining room where he found Lucius reading a newspaper.
"My Lord," he greeted shakily when he noticed his presence. The blonde-haired man stood up awaited his master's command.
"Tell Draco to put this in Sam's room so she'll open it on Christmas," he told him, throwing him a silver box with a green bow wrapped around it. "Tell him that if she asks about it, he doesn't know anything about or where it came from." Lucius nodded and looked at the light box in his hand.
"What is it, my Lord?" he asked, hoping not to anger him again. He knew that he crossed a line asking about Carrie but he couldn't help but feel angry knowing that she was possibly in harm.
"Nothing of your concern," Tom hissed and then walked back into the dark room to sit down on his large armchair once again.