A/N: Hey guys, thanks for checking this story out. Well, Im still new with this whole writing thing especially a fan fiction, and I dont know if there's any wrong grammar of whatsoever that's wrong in my story, but if there is any, im sorry for that, like what I just said, Im just a beginner.

And WARNING! you might find the first few chapters boring, and Im trying my best to make it as exciting as it can be. So, If you like it, just VOTE and COMMENT.

\DISCLAIMER: I dont own any of the characters mentioned, except for Sarah Casanov, Rina Matzaris,Danielle Collins,Sammantha,Alisha and Samuel BAudelaire. All the rest was rightfully owned by JK Rowling,herself.

"You really think Im all right with that?!" I yelled to my mother after I fully understood what she just said. "Cmon sweety, its for the best,its whats best for you." She said,trying to persuade me in doing what she wants.

"I can't believe you! I can't believe..." that's it,I broke down I cant help the tears that I was helding back awhile ago,just the thought of my parents making me do something for the sake of their own reputation makes me want to think that this wall all a dream.

"Samantha! Sweety! Come back here please" I couldn't take it anymore, I run up the stairs,to my room not thinking about the world anymore. My own parents pushing me to get married with somebody that I dont and haven't even met yet.

I kicked the door of my closet and laid on my bed, crying. How could my parents do this to me? I never did anything to piss them off. I've been a really good daughter just as they wanted, but they still did this to me.

I can't just marry anyone especially when im just 16 and just starting out to plan a wonderful life ahead of me.

Well just for a background, I am Sammantha Allison Baudelaire a 6th year student in Beauxbaton, only daughter to Alisha and Samuel Baudelaire (quite known in the wizarding world as one of the most rich wizarding family) My dad, Samuel Baudelaire-he's a tall man with green eyes who always have a serious look on his face- was an employee at the Ministry of Magic and my mom-who is obviously a veela herself, with her long curly black hair and dark brown eyes which I also have- used to be a Mediwitch (nurse) at St. Munggos, but decided to quit when she had me.

I,myself, have a long black hair that falls below my waist,a dark brown eyes that I got from my mother and thin pink lips. I have an average body and an average height, not too tall and not too small. I am also veela just like my mom. I guess its like mother like daughter.

I plan on graduating and study abroad as a pastry chef and start my own little sweet shop in Diagon Alley-which,will now all turn in to waste just because of that stupid marriage.

Days have passed, and Im still not on speaking terms with my parents, the house was usually filled with our chattering and laughter, but now, its just filled with an eerie silence.

Usually, we would chitchat during breakfast about what we would do for the rest of the day or have some memories reminisced and we would all laugh about it, sometimes we would plan on having a camping or boating at the lake but now, we just ate our meal with silence all oer the place.

Spring break is almost over, and soon ill be back in Beauxbatons.

I decided to spend the week, going to Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade and get some meal and head off to some muggle park and just sit there until i get tired and go home, I would also sometimes read books and think about what might that boy look like,the one destined for me, or so my parents should say. I know I shouldn't be thinking about him, especially when he's the reason of my misery, but I can't also help to think about it especially, if he's the one im going to spend the rest of my entire life with.

I was packing my things inside my room when I was surprised by the sound of screeching and pecking of an owl outside my window, curious of where the owl came from, I snatch the letter from it and began to open and read it.

Samantha,

Forgive me for not writing to you the entire break, I was busy managing the joke shop with my brother. Im looking forward to meet you again and I hope you would let me make it up to you.

Viktor

A smile crept up my face as I closed the letter.

I met Viktor during a Quidditch tournament 2 years ago. My dad decided to have a family bonding over the summer and found out that there will be a Quidditch competition and decided to go there, we watched the competition that night, once it was done, I asked my parents if I could go around the camp since there's nothing to do inside our tent except to read book and sleep and they didn't want me to get bored either, so they agreed.

I was walking around and was admiring the little red thing that a man was playing with when I bumped into somebody and it was Viktor, i said sorry and tried to leave but he grabbed my hands and he asked if we can walk around together and since he seem like a nice guy and he's kinda cute, i might say,i said yes. Since then, we started writing each other and we soon began dating.

I was about to write back a letter to Viktor, when somebody knocked on my door, "Come in" I slightly yelled when the door opens, a house elf beamed in. "Master, Your Father was asking if you are finished packing your stuffs because He said you are leaving in a couple of minutes."

"Tell him Im done and I'll be right down in a minute. Thank you. You may leave now." I gave him a small smile and with that, he left.

I decided to write back to Viktor once I get back to Beauxbatons. I flicked my wand and my trunk shut closed and began levitating in the air together with the cage of my owl, Alli.

The train ride to beauxbaton was quiet tiring, so I decided to take a nap once the dinner was finished.

The entire school days went smoothly, just as I thought of it to be.

I tried hard to keep my mind off of the marriage thing and focused on my studies and Viktor.

I was studying inside the dorm when a familiar looking owl, landed on the window. I walked down to the window when I figured out who the owl came from. My Mother. Curiousity filled me when I opened the letter. Why would my parents send me a letter especially when school's already over, and thinking that we're not on speaking terms with each other. Shoving the thoughts away, I opened the letter...

Samantha,

Im sorry for what happened during your school break. I hope you understand that what we're trying to do was for your own good. Well, I was sending you this letter to tell you to pack all your things and come home as soon as possible. We need to talk about things. Im looking forward to seeing you again sweety, and Im sorry. I hope you already forgive me and your father.

Mom

After reading the letter, I jumped back at my bed, I layed there for several minutes. I just wanted to scream out loud. Why of all the people, why me?