To Bookits: Yup, I'm going to try to do all seven of the books. *sighs* This might take a VERY long time!
Wow, you're not very nice to Edward and Jacob… (hehe) Emmet is…Is Emmet the one with Alice? I can't remember because the only things I know about twilight come from my friends.
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To Emma: …I actually thought about that-Lupin being her father. But I have other plans for Sam and, well, that's all I'm going to say! I wish I could just skip to the fifth year though.
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To Sam: Aw! I hope you find a new calendar just as cool as your last one!
Hehe. *had a hidden tape recorder to play applause to "To each his own!"*
All my friends all liked Edward but then they liked Jacob better after they read them again because Edward was too calm and never got mad at her or anything. *shrugs* And then they told me that I never get mad at them and it got annoying. I was thoroughly confused. AWESOME! I AM SO TELLING MY FRIENDS THAT EDWARD LOOKS LIKE HE GOT RUN OVER BY A BUS!!! *giggles* I thought he looked better as Cedric.
Glad I made you laugh! That just makes my day! :D
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To xo I love emmet xo: I hated the animation of it as well. I liked it when they were arguing and stuff though. And having their fights and everything. I don't like that they got along in the end. That is just…un-miser brother-like.
Oh yay! Another guessing game! (There's that annoying computer saying yay is not a word again! :( ) If only I was any good at climate and everything! But I am going to guess California because that is the first costal state that comes to my mind.
Hope you like "Boredom strikes Again! It is a bit odd…
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I am Team Jacob but only because I am biased and can't help thinking of werewolves and Lupin is my favorite in HP so…yeah. Plus I feel a little bad for him.
But with Bookits's thinking, I'd be Team Alice!!! I LOVE Alice. She is SO GREAT! My sister actually got her hair cut real short and now I think she looks like Alice.
Remus X Sirius…Well, I'm not against that kind of relationship, but Sirius and Remus? I think that its rubbish because all "evidence" is completely circumstantial at best and that it is unfair that one would assume that. I mean, can't two guys just be best mates? But that's just me. *quotes Sam* To each his own! (Or when Hermione is being pretty annoying about the Half-blood Prince being a girl) Or her! *is going to avoid awkward questions in the future*
I had found, once I got older, that I knew basically nothing about my mum. She had no past-just as how I remembered, and I wanted to know her more.
As for my father, I was even more interested. I had no idea what his name even was. I had nothing to go on with that, and it infuriated me that I knew nothing, but I suppose I was also a little scared to know.
Even if Dumbledore was "protecting me from the truth," I'd much rather have it and deal with whatever consequences that it brought. But then again, I did not know exactly what that was so maybe I didn't really want to know.
But I'd still complain about it. Which is what I did in my head all the way to the Gryffindor tower, where I got a shower, and then went straight to bed.
I had the dormitory to myself, and few people were in the tower at all. I liked having rooms to myself, for I could still hear the muffled chuckling as I took out my bear and blanket. They had never said anything to me-probably trying to be nice-but it was obvious they thought it ridiculous.
But I could not sleep without it. Any time I had-I had the same horrible nightmare.
I would be running to the place Timothy had stayed during the full moon. I was sure that something was wrong, and I ran as fast as I could. It was the same as the memory, but in this one-after I had found Timothy dead-someone was running.
The person was never more than a shadow but I chased after them. Once I got close in the dream, the person sent light out of their wand. The light hit me and I fell, and I was bleeding and the light fell again and again…
And then I would wake up. Thinking of this now, I was frustrated. I had no idea who had killed Timothy. But I did not think there was a way, because nearly everyone in town had hated him-and me as well.
I crawled into my bed, and pulled my blanket over me, curling up with the teddy bear underneath it. I closed my eyes without another thought and fell straight to sleep.
Regardless of my complaining, I really did understand why Dumbledore did not tell me anything. When I woke up, I decided not to dwell on it. After all, he would tell me when I needed to know, and he had promised to tell me. I didn't think he would be the sort to lie.
These are what filled my thoughts as I got dressed. I had finally mastered the art of tying a tie successfully, which I had felt embarrassed each day I had had to ask for him to show me yet again the first week here.
But we didn't need our ties today-which I was glad because I didn't exactly care for them and they were a bit uncomfortable.
I found myself at a loss of what to do. Dumbledore hadn't forbidden me to be in the kitchens, but I was unsure as to if I had supposed to pick up a hint. But today was entertain-yourself-by-numerous-boring-games-while-anxiously-glancing-at-the-clock-every-ten-seconds day. I smiled at the name. Mum had made it up because Timothy and I would always look for board games around the house to play and we were always asking mum how much longer until Christmas.
I tucked my locket into my shirt-it annoyed me if it got in the way, but I wore it to bed. I only took it off to take a shower or on the full moon.
My hair was sticking up like mad. I sighed, feeling annoyed. However, I did not have the desire-or the patience-to try and make it lie flat.
I decided to go and explore the school-without the marauders map. I wanted to see if I could find anything without the map. The only thing was without the map, I might have the unpleasant experience of running into Snape or Filch.
I wasn't that hungry, so I didn't go to the Great Hall. Breakfast was probably over anyway with the way I was moving.
I went down a few flights of steps, and up another. I went through halls going left and right. I paid no attention where I was going, but I was sure that if I needed, I could always pull out the map which I had taken in case I did get lost-which was actually the best part of exploring.
I actually ran into only Mrs. Norris, but quickly ran away as to avoid Filch. It was fun, and had led me out of breath and full of adrenaline. I laughed, and sat in the corridor. "Sam?" came a voice.
I looked up to see Nicholas. "Hey," I said, standing up.
"Hi, what are you doing here?" Nicholas asked.
"Just exploring. What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Hufflepuff common room is here," he said.
"Oh, I didn't know that. That's cool."
There was a pause. "Are you excited for Christmas?"
"Mm-hm, you?"
"Yeah, of course. Have you ever played wizard's chess?"
"Uh…not since I was like, seven." Jonah, the ice cream man, had taught me how to play wizard's chess. Jonah had died before I was eight.
"Want to play a game?"
"I don't have a set of wizard's chess," I said, a little embarrassed.
"I have a spare," Nicholas said.
"Oh, well, alright," I said. "But I can't guarantee I'll be any good."
"Oh, don't worry. Dad says playing wizard's chess is just like riding a broomstick-you never forget."
I was doubtful. "I'll take your word for it."
The password to get into the Hufflepuff Common Room was Romulus. Everything was yellow and black, which was not surprising considering the fact that Gryffindor's was red and gold.
He went up to the dormitory and brought down both of his sets of wizards chess. He set them up and we sat in the common room.
"I like it in here. One time you'll have to visit the Gryffindor Common Room," I told him.
"Maybe," he said.
"Okay, quick refresher for me. These ones here can only go in a straight path?"
"Yeah, rooks."
"And these ones go diagonal?"
"Bishops."
"Up two and right one?"
"Knights."
"And this is the Queen, which goes in diagonal, or straight lines."
"Yup."
"And this is the King, which can do the same only one space at a time?"
"Correct.
"And these move forward, two spaces for their first turn, and then only one. They take players going diagonal?"
"Pawns."
I nodded. "Okay, I think I get it," I said. "I think I remember."
"Good. I'm sure you'll do well."
I actually was not that bad. His spare (and older) chess set quite liked me, and gave me advice only seldom. They seemed to trust me well enough, and I had actually almost won the game. Almost.
"Check mate," Nicholas said with a grin. I frowned, checking over the board one more time.
"Well, mate, I'm afraid that I may have lost but I shall go out fighting," and I sent a random piece to attack one of his random ones.
I grinned. "Great game," I said. "I'm not half as bad as I thought I was going to be."
"You did fine," he said. "I thought you almost got me a couple of times."
I smiled. "Thanks, but you're better." I handed him the wizards chess set back.
"Keep it," he said. "As a Christmas present, and we'll play again sometime."
I beamed at him. "Thanks! But I wish I could get you something, but I haven't any money…"
"No, don't worry about it," he said quickly. "The chess set would have just collected dust anyway."
"Well it is still very sweet of you. Thank you."
I realized he was getting rather red so I changed the subject. "Is it lunch time yet? I'm starved!"
"Should be," he said. "Come on, follow me if you don't know the way."
I touched the map in my pocket. "Nah, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."
While we walked, I asked him "Are you any good at Quidditch?"
"I'm alright," he said with a shrug.
"Well, after lunch, do you want to take a couple of brooms for a spin?"
"Are we allowed?"
"Not really," I said truthfully.
"I'll have to think on it, alright?"
"Okay," I said. There was a pause. "Are you sure this is the right way?"
"Of course I'm sure!"
"Forgive me if I don't take your word for it. Last time I know you tried to get to the Great Hall, you ended up in Gryffindor Tower," I said with a grin.
"Says the girl with bed head." I had forgotten about my neglect to comb my hair. Wow, he must be pretty polite not to mention it until I was teasing him first.
I rolled my eyes because I could not think of a suitable insult.
The Great Hall was basically empty, but it was lunch time. All the teachers were there, and it seemed that the students barely outnumbered them.
Nicholas, instead of stopping at Hufflepuff table, followed me to Gryffindor's. "I'm the only Hufflepuff first year, and I've no desire to sit with someone I don't know," he explained as I looked at him funny.
"And here I thought that you forgot where your table was," I said with a smirk. It was his turn to roll his eyes at me.
John Keefe and Max Takitch were the only other first year Gryffindors. They were not the most pleasant lot, according to Fred and George, so I said nothing to them.
We chatted about regular things while we ate: Nicholas's dad was a muggleborn, so he was a half-blood, Snape and Filch were gits, and Binns was boring. The Slytherins were a nasty bunch and Ravenclaws were know-it-alls. Gryffindors were idiots and Hufflepuffs were dunderheads. McGonagall was strict, but Professor Sprout was nicer. Charms was loud and chaotic and Astronomy Theory was dull.
"So what about them brooms?" I asked him as I finished my plate.
He looked thoughtful for a moment. "No…I don't think we should."
I was disappointed, but looked up at Dumbledore, feeling-again-like I was disappointing him by breaking rules. "Yeah, you're probably right. It's probably too cold out anyway."
"Anything else you want to do?" he asked me.
"I dunno," I said.
"Want to visit Hagrid?" he asked. Hagrid had been there for lunch, but most people had already finished and left-Hagrid among them.
"Sure," I said.
"And the best part is we just ate lunch! No rock cakes!"
I laughed.
"Well, we should probably get our winter cloaks. I'll meet you there?" Nicholas asked.
"Yeah, sure."
Once I had reached the dormitory, I put the wizards chess that I had been carrying with my things. Then, I pulled out my winter cloak.
I frowned at it. When I had first bought it, I had had to hem the bottom of it using a sewing kit I nicked from Elva. (She never used it and I assumed she had probably stolen it from another girl anyway.) There had also been a large tear in the back that I had stitched up as well. It was not even that pretty a color-a very faded black so that it was somewhere between black and gray.
I draped it over one of my shoulders, and went into the bathroom to fix my hair. Finally, after quite a lot of water, I managed to get my hair semi-neat. I rolled my eyes at my expression with a giggle.
Then, I raced to Hagrid's, putting my cloak on when I had reached the door that led outside.
Nicholas was there before me, which was not a surprise considering I had tried to make my hair less messy.
"What took you?" Nicholas asked, scratching Fang behind the ears. "Oh-you tried to fix your hair."
"Try is the operative word, mate," I said.
"It looks fine," he said.
I shook my head at him. "Hello Hagrid," I said.
"'Lo Sam," he said. "Cup o' tea?"
"No thanks Hagrid. Just had lunch and all, but thanks." Nicholas didn't have tea either.
"Alright," he said. "I mus' say, Sam. Tho' Weasley friends o' yers are always tryin' to ge' inter the fores'."
"They like a laugh is all," I said. "Though I don't know if they realize that it just might be forbidden for a reason."
"Well, they shoul' learn that because I keep havin' ter chase 'em out!"
"Sorry Hagrid," I said. "But I don't think anyone can knock some sense into them."
"Yer proba'ly right," he said.
We stayed for a long time at Hagrid's-all the way to dinner. And then after dinner we migrated to each of our common rooms.
I stopped at the library before going to my dormitory, just browsing along. I'd grab random books, read a bit, and then put it back. It kept me preoccupied for quite some time so that when Madam Pince snapped at me that I should be getting to bed because it was too late, I was quite shocked. I left quickly without another word.
When I had finally fallen asleep with my teddy bear under one arm, a dream accompanied my sleep…
"Happy Christmas Sam!" a girl with blonde pigtails and blue eyes said to me.
I forced a smile. "Yeah, Happy Christmas!" I said with as much enthusiasm as possible. The girl's name was Sally, and she was three years old. She had recently lost her dad-having never known her mum-and was staying at the orphanage. I wondered often how she could still be so cheerful.
"Did you see Father Christmas?" Sally asked, her mouth grinning wide. "Look what he brought me!"
She was holding up a fluffy pink teddy bear. I smiled more convincingly. I may not be cheerful, but I wasn't going to ruin her mood. "That's great Sally. Why don't you go off and play now?"
She was always hanging around me too much. I figured she might be better suited to be playing with normal kids her own age.
She grinned at me and ran off. Father Christmas…there was a man dressed as him handing out gifts to the kids at the orphanage. I had lost faith in Father Christmas a while ago. He did not have the power to take away Timothy's curse, nor did he have the power to cure mine. He could not bring Timothy or mum back to life.
I did have a respect for the man in the costume. After all, wasn't he making kids like Sally's Christmas better?
But I was still surprised when he made his way over here.
"Hello miss, what's your name?"
I had the desire to roll my eyes, but like I said, I had a certain respect to the man, and I didn't. "Sam Warren, sir," I responded.
"Happy Christmas Sam," he said. "And what would you like for Christmas?"
I scoffed, though I didn't mean to. "Nothing you can give," I said bitterly.
"Try me."
"Can you bring back the dead sir?" I asked. "Can you remove curses impossible to cure?"
"You want your parents back?" he asked.
"I want my mum, and Timothy, and Jonah back," I said, not looking at him. "And I don't want to be a werewolf-Timothy neither."
He was quiet a moment. "Would you still like to see what I might have?" he asked quietly.
I was about to say "No, I'd like you to leave me alone, thank you very much," but I didn't. Besides, I could always give it to Sally for Christmas tomorrow, since tonight was Christmas Eve.
"Sure," I said. "Thanks."
He smiled gently and pulled out a package. I took it but made no moves to open it. He seemed already to know what I was thinking about Sally, for he stood up and cleared his throat.
"Well-Happy Christmas to everyone!" he said as the kids quieted down. "And remember-always be good!"
Then he left…
And the dream ended. I yawned and stretched. That had been when I was nine. The next day I had given Sally the package. It had been a baby doll. She had been very pretty. I remembered-and my eyes watered-how she had hugged me tight around the middle. I had loved that little girl. She was so sweet and perfect. She was so different than the other kids.
Which was why she had been adopted a month later by a nice couple. I knew they probably gave her everything she ever wanted.
My hair wasn't sticking up as bad as yesterday, but I still planned to comb it down. I pulled away the curtains and was surprised to see a gift there. I smiled as I learned it was from Hagrid-a box of the sticky fudge I was sure he made himself. It was rather good-but glued my teeth together. I decided next time I wanted some, I'd soften it by the fire.
I found myself wishing I had given him something. An idea coming to mind, I grabbed my wand, got dressed, fixed my hair, grabbed my apron, and dashed out of Gryffindor Tower and into the Hogwarts kitchens.
"Kairi!" I called.
"Happy Christmas Miss Warren," she said curtsying.
I bowed back, feeling silly when I curtsied. "Happy Christmas! I wanted to ask you a favor."
"Anything Miss Warren!" Another curtsy.
I bowed again. It was starting to get annoying though. "Could I maybe make sugar cookies?" I asked. "I wanted to make some for my friends."
"Of course Miss Warren!" she squeaked. "Kairi would be glad to let Miss Warren do that!"
And so I did. I found that, under a few cobwebs, I still possessed the memory of the recipe. And Hogwarts had everything, even the red and green sprinkles and the Christmas-shaped cookie cutters.
I finished and put the cookies into three boxes. I was full-for I had tried one from each tray I had baked.
I handed one to Kairi. "Thank you Kairi!" I said. "For everything! Happy Christmas!"
"Oh, thank you Miss Warren!" Kairi squeaked. "Kairi is pleased to do anything for Miss Warren!"
I said goodbye and went to Hagrid's, picking up my winter cloak from the Common Room beforehand.
I got to Hagrid's and I knocked loudly.
"'Lo Sam. Happy Christmas!" He opened the door and I went inside.
"Happy Christmas Hagrid!" I said. "Thank you for the fudge Hagrid-I've already eaten some of it-it's great!"
He waved his hand dismissively.
"But I made something for you too Hagrid. Happy Christmas," I said.
He took the cookies with a thanks. After a cup of tea and a polite refusal of rock cakes, I said that I must be going to meet Nicholas.
I pulled out the map to try and find Nicholas. He was in the Hufflepuff Common Room, but as I watched the map, he was coming out and making his way to the Gryffindor Tower. I put the map away and ran to Gryffindor Tower. He was actually trying to get the Fat Lady to let him in.
"Come on! It's Christmas! I need to meet Sam! She wasn't at breakfast and I haven't seen her!"
"Well that's a problem there, isn't it mate?" I said after quietly sneaking behind him.
He spun around. "Where were you all day?" he asked. "It's almost time for the feast!"
"I was making something, and then I went to see Hagrid," I explained.
"Well Happy Christmas!"
"Yup!" I said. "Happy Christmas!" I held out the box of cookies.
"Thanks!" he said, and munched on one. "They're really good!"
"Forgive me if I don't believe you," I said with a smirk. "You'd say the same about Hagrid's rock cakes."
He laughed. "Well, lets get to the Christmas Feast early, alright?"
"Alright," I said. "Just let me put my cloak away." I turned to the Fat Lady. "Fairy Wings."
The portrait swung open. "Come on Nicholas. I've been to yours," I said.
He followed me in. "Home sweet home," I said. "Fred and George actually haven't destroyed the place yet."
He grinned. "That's shocking. Give them some time though. I reckon they'll do that some day."
I grinned. "Wait here." I dashed up to the dormitory, dropped my cloak on my bed, and came back down.
We made our way to the Great Hall.
"What'd you get for Christmas?" he asked. "Anything good?"
"I got some fudge from Hagrid. It's really sticky, but I reckon it'll be easier to chew if I heat it by the fire."
"Why didn't I think of that?" he asked. "That sounds like a brilliant idea! Hagrid-he got me the same thing. What else?"
"Erm, that's it," I said uncomfortably.
His eyebrows raised for a fraction of a second and he turned to look at me, but then continued walking. "I haven't eaten the fudge yet. Is it good then? If you heat it by the fire?" he asked.
"I haven't tried the fire yet, but the fudge was pretty good-albeit tough-without it."
He nodded. I decided to ask him what he got for Christmas.
"Oh-just a few things from mum and dad," he said, not looking at me.
"Come on!" I said. "I really don't mind that you got more'n me! Really! I want to know what you got!"
After a while, he did start telling me all about the things.
"Mum also made me quite a lot of sweets and sent them over while dad got me a-." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Fanged Frisbee."
I laughed. "Wow, those aren't allowed at Hogwarts, but Lee nicked one that Filch confiscated from a student once. Let me know if he takes yours." I grinned. "I have friends in high places."
"Fred and George?" he asked with a grin.
"I'd tell you," I said. "But then I'd have to kill you."
He rolled his eyes and we got to the Great Hall. I sat at the Hufflepuff Table this time at Nicholas's insistence.
What I found most amusing about the Christmas Feast was not the food-but the wizard crackers every few feet on the table. They exploded with blue smoke and out came several white mice and a ridiculous-looking hat. I cracked open a lot since the school was near empty. Nicholas and I ran up and down the empty seats trying to see who could crack the most. Soon, I had actually made some money, gotten some luminous balloons, some rather strange hats, and a grow-your-own-beard-kit. I laughed at the last one. I gave most of the things to Nicholas-who seemed to like them all.
I felt a little guilty that I had had a Happy Christmas without Timothy. It was true-I had actually enjoyed myself. I felt like I was betraying him. I dismissed the thought though. Timothy would have wanted me to be happy, right?
I fell asleep thinking these thoughts, grasping the teddy bear tightly with my blanket under my chin.
IT"S OVER!!! I have to go back to school tomorrow. *doesn't want to think about it* But I'll try to update as much as possible! Fanfiction is a great thing to procrastinate Geometry homework with!
Does anyone know what happens to Lee Jordan in the end of the seventh book? I know this is a random question, but its been bugging me and last I heard he was River in Potterwatch. And Oliver Wood? I think he was in the Battle of Hogwarts, but I can't remember if he survived…
Questions of the chapter! I have decided to make three: Harry Potter, Twilight, and a normal one.
1.) What is your least favorite Harry Potter Character(s)?
2.) What is your favorite Twilight character(s)?
3.) What is your favorite color?
Answer one, two, or all of them! Or answer none but it would make me happy if you answered at least one!!!
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