Disclaimer: I don't own any of the stuff from the Harry Potter Movies or
books. But most of the characters are mine.
Chapter 1- The Journey to a Summer Home
It was the summer after her 5th year at Hogwarts. She was now staying with the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Holly. She was a very nice woman and Sam liked her a lot. She was riding back to the Professor's house in a special kind of wizarding car.
"So Sam, I heard about the accident with the kappa." Said Professor Holly trying not to sound rude.
"Um…yeah I guess you did." Sam said sadly.
"No worries. It's ok. It's not like you could help it." The Professor said.
"That kappa was sure ugly though." Sam said and they both laughed. Sam looked out the window at the beautiful green trees and rolling hills and was amazed. She hoped there was plenty of that around Professor Holly's house. When they finally got there it was as Sam expected. It was absolutely beautiful. It had rolling hills, green trees and grass, and a nice big yard. The house itself was even a wonder. It was big and painted white with red shutters. Sam and Professor Holly walked into the house. Sam awed over the organization of the house and how everything had its own place. She had never seen a more splendid house in her life.
"I love your house Professor!" Sam exclaimed and smiled.
"Thank you, Sam. I work hard on it," the Professor said, "I only have 3 rules; No, Quiddich in the house, no illegal magic, and don't go into my room. Other than that you can do whatever you want if you ask me."
That sounded good to Sam. Professor Holly then showed her to her new room. Sam went wide-eyed when she saw it. The bed was huge! It had green blankets and a nice, big, fluffy pillow. There was a nightstand next to the bed, with a matching dresser. The closet was big enough to fit all her clothes and then some. It was a perfect room. She put bags on the bed and turned to Professor Holly.
"Professor, do you mind if I write letters to my friends and send them with my owl?" Sam asked.
"Of course I don't mind Sam," the Professor said, "and you can call me Dreama because that's my real name and it's a lot easier to call me that." She then walked out of the room and Sam was left alone. She sat there on the bed and looked at the ceiling. She knew this would be a good summer.
Chapter 1- The Journey to a Summer Home
It was the summer after her 5th year at Hogwarts. She was now staying with the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Holly. She was a very nice woman and Sam liked her a lot. She was riding back to the Professor's house in a special kind of wizarding car.
"So Sam, I heard about the accident with the kappa." Said Professor Holly trying not to sound rude.
"Um…yeah I guess you did." Sam said sadly.
"No worries. It's ok. It's not like you could help it." The Professor said.
"That kappa was sure ugly though." Sam said and they both laughed. Sam looked out the window at the beautiful green trees and rolling hills and was amazed. She hoped there was plenty of that around Professor Holly's house. When they finally got there it was as Sam expected. It was absolutely beautiful. It had rolling hills, green trees and grass, and a nice big yard. The house itself was even a wonder. It was big and painted white with red shutters. Sam and Professor Holly walked into the house. Sam awed over the organization of the house and how everything had its own place. She had never seen a more splendid house in her life.
"I love your house Professor!" Sam exclaimed and smiled.
"Thank you, Sam. I work hard on it," the Professor said, "I only have 3 rules; No, Quiddich in the house, no illegal magic, and don't go into my room. Other than that you can do whatever you want if you ask me."
That sounded good to Sam. Professor Holly then showed her to her new room. Sam went wide-eyed when she saw it. The bed was huge! It had green blankets and a nice, big, fluffy pillow. There was a nightstand next to the bed, with a matching dresser. The closet was big enough to fit all her clothes and then some. It was a perfect room. She put bags on the bed and turned to Professor Holly.
"Professor, do you mind if I write letters to my friends and send them with my owl?" Sam asked.
"Of course I don't mind Sam," the Professor said, "and you can call me Dreama because that's my real name and it's a lot easier to call me that." She then walked out of the room and Sam was left alone. She sat there on the bed and looked at the ceiling. She knew this would be a good summer.