A/N: A Samantha Potter and Draco Malfoy one-shot story. So this is a one-shot about when their held prisoner at Malfoy Manor and how Bellatrix married Sam and Draco. Story in Harry's point of view, from when they turn up to Shell Cottage after being at the Malfoy Manor. Also let's for the sake of this story say that there is a marriage spell in the Harry Potter universe.

What happened to Sam

After a minute or so, Harry realised that they had, after all, come to the right place, for here were Bill and Fleur, Dean and Luna, gathering round him as he knelt over the elf.

"Samantha and Hermione?" He said suddenly. "Where are they?"

"Ron's taken Hermione inside," said Bill. "She'll be all right."

Dean carried the injured Griphook into the house, Fleur and Luna hurryed with both supporting Sam who now was awake but just barely; now Bill was making suggestions sbout burying the elf. Harry agreed without really knowing what he was saying.

"I want to do it properly," were the first word which Harry was fully conscious of speaking. 'Not by magic. Have you got a spade?"

And shortly afterwards he had set to work, alone, digging the grave in the place that Bill had shown him at the end of the garden, between the bushes. He dug with a kind of fury, relishing the manual work, glorying in the non-magic of it, for every drop of his sweat and every blister felt like a gift to the elf who had saved their lives.

Harry lost track of time. He know only that the darkness had lighted a few degrees when he was rejoined by Ron and Dean.

"How's Sam and Hermione?"

"Hermione's better," said Ron. "Fleur's looking after her."

"What happened to Sam has gone her pretty shaken up," Dean added. "but Bill and Luna are trying to covince her to have a nap."

Harry had his retort ready for when they asked him why he had not simply created a perfect grave with his wand, but he did not need it. They jumped down into the hole he had made with spades of their own, and together they worked in silence until the hole seemed deep enough.

Harry wrapped the elf more snugly in his jacket. Ron sat on the edge of the grave and stripped off his shoes and socks, which he placed upon the elf's bare feet. Dean produced a woollen hat, which Harry placed carefully upon Dobby's head, muffling his bat-like ears.

" We should close his eyes. "

Harry had not heard the others coming through the darkness. Bill was wearing a travelling cloak; Fleur a large, white apron, from the pocket of which protruded a bottle of what Harry recognised to be Skele-Gro. Hermione was wrapped in a borrowed dressing gown, pale and unsteady on her feet; Ron put an arm around her when she reached him. Sam looked to be fine, but she was also unsteady on her feet; her hair was worst then Hermione's had ever been it was a big birds nest, Harry had never seen his twin sister's hair that bad not even when she gets out of bed; she ended up having to lean on Dean for support and she was playing around with a gold band on her finger, like she was trying to get it to come off. Luna, who was huddled in one of Fleur's coats, crouched down and placed her fingers tenderly upon the elf's eyelids, sliding them over his glassy stare.

Harry wasn't sure what the hell happened to Sam, but she was jumpy every time someone walked up behind her. So he had to find out what happened.

Well Luna was not in the room her, Sam and Hermione were sharing; Harry, Ron and Hermione cornered Sam.

"Sam, what the hell happened to you at the Malfoys', we won't tell anyone."

Sam put a Silencing Charm on the room before starting. "I don't know exactly everything that happened to me because I kept blacking out but well I was out of it, Bellatrix did some type of marriage spell on me and Draco Malfoy; and well now I can't get this stupid ring off my finger. It's like Bellatrix cursed it to stay on, every time I try to get it off it hurts." Sam sighed, trying to get the ring off her finger again. "Bill and Fleur have both tried to cast counter-curses to remove it, but nothing seems to work."

"She what?" Harry asked, shocked.

"Married me and Draco Malfoy." Sam answered. "No one needs to know about this. As soon as I can possibly get this thing sorted out, I'm free to be with the right guy; not to the bloody Slytherin prince."