A/N: Next part of my Samantha Potter and Draco Malfoy one-shot story. What happens when the Slytherin prince tells his deranged aunt that he's kinda in love with the Gryffindor golden girl and Princess, but she's in love with one of the Weasley twins. So in this part of the one-shot we have some good news and some bad news. Also let's for the sake of this story say that there is a marriage part is in Sam's point of view.


Of Tiaras and Babies

Sam was sitting in the kitchen one blustery April evening while Harry was helping Fleur prepare dinner. They felt responsible: it was, after all, them who had insisted that the goblin remained at Shell Cottage so that they could question him; that Bill, Fred, George and Mr Weasley could no longer work. Sam stayed away from the goblin as much as she could; when ever she spent too long around Griphook, the more she realised that she didn't like the goblin very much.

"I'm sorry," Harry said to Fleur. "Sam and I never meant you to have to deal with all of this."

Sam looked up just as Fleur set some knives to work, chopping up steaks for Griphook and Bill, who had preferred his meat bloody ever since he had been attacked by Greyback. Sam growled at the sight of the meat. Harry and Fleur turned around to look at Sam; just in time to see her almost jump from her seat to pounce on the meat.

"Did, you just growl?" Harry asked, shocked that his twin growled like a wolf.

"I zink I better cut zome more bloody zteaks." Fleur states, smiling sympathetic at Sam.

Sam rushed out of the room right in to Bill.

"Whoa, slow down there Sam; hold your horses... What's gotten in to you?"

"I growled at the meat and almost pounced on it." Sam growled.

Bill raised an eyebrow.


Bill appeared, leading Mr Ollivander down the stairs. The wandmaker still looked exceptionally frail, and he clung to Bill's arm as the latter supported him, carrying a large suitcase.

"I'm going to miss you, Mr Ollivander," said Luna, approaching the old man.

"And I you, my dear," said Ollivander, patting her on the shoulder. "You were an inexpressible comfort to me in that terrible place."

"So, au revoir, Mr Ollivander," said Fleur, kissing him on both cheeks. "And I wonder whezzer you could oblige me by delivering a package to Bill's Auntie Muriel? I never returned 'er tiara."

"It will be an honour," said Ollivander, with a little bow, "the very least I can do in return for your generous hospitality."

Sam walked forwarded holding a worn velvet case, which Fleur opened to show the wandmaker. The tiara sat glittering and twinkling in the light from the low-hanging lamp.

"Moonstones and diamonds," said Griphook, who had sidled into the room without any of them noticing. "Made by goblins, I think?"

"And paid for by wizards," said Bill quietly, as Sam snapped the box closed and the goblin shot Bill a look that was both furtive and challenging.


There was a bang on the front door, everyone's heads turned towards it; Fleur came running out of the kitchen, looking frightened. Bill jumped to his feet, his wand pointing at the door; Harry, Ron, Hermione and Sam did the same.

"Who is it?" Bill called.

"It is I, Remus John Lupin!" called a voice over the howling wind. Sam glared daggers at the back of Bill's head, she couldn't believe he sent for Lupin; about her shoulder. "I am a werewolf, married to Nymphadora Tonks, and you, the Secret Keeper of Shell Cottage, told me the address and bade me come in an emergency!"

"Lupin," Bill muttered, and he ran to the door and wrenched it open.

Lupin fell over the threshold, he was white-faced, wrapped in a travelling cloak, his greying hair windswept. He straightened up, looked around the room, making sure of who was there. Sam noticed that Griphook had sidled out of the room, before Lupin cried aloud, "It's a boy! We've named him Ted, after Dora's father!"

"Wha-? Tonks - Tonks has had the bay?" Hermione shrieked, in Sam's ear.

"Yes, yes, she's had the baby!" shouted Lupin, as he strode round the table and pulled Sam and Harry into a hug; the scene in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place all forgotten. "You'll be the godfather and godmother?"

"U - Us? Harry stammered.

"Yes you two, of course - Dora quite agrees, no one better-"


Just then Bill pulled both Sam and Lupin aside in the kitchen; Sam knew that it was too good to be true.

"I knew it , I just knew it." she growled at Bill. "You sent for Lupin to look at my shoulder."

"Sam calm down, I owled Remus for his opinion; I had no idea that he was going to turn up with the news about the baby."

"Right, let's look at your shoulder Sam," Lupin cuts in. "I really need to be getting back to Dora."

Sam turns around and removes her top so Lupin can look at her shoulder. Turning to look at Bill, he said "And you're sure it was on the full moon that Sam was attacked?"

"Yes."

As Sam put her top back on Lupin sighed "Sorry Sam but it looks like because he attacked you on the full moon, chances are that you'll may or not be a werewolf; we'll just have to wait and see."

Sam didn't know what to say... Her; may or not be a werewolf.