Samantha is all mine!
Ok, ok, I apologize for the schedule stuff. I realized too late that if Hogwarts didn't have block scheduling, everyone would need a time-turner! The actual scheduling doesn't really matter though, only that Potter has Advanced Potions first. A few classes come in later, but they aren't pertinent. And this is FAN fiction. If I were perfect, I'd write my own books and make millions.
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She stood and watched all of the students pile out, followed by most of the staff. She didn't have to look to see who was left behind.
"Not the welcome I was expecting." She turned and walked behind the table, taking the seat next to Severus Snape.
"What are you doing back?"
"Gee, good to see you too, Severus. I'd rather discuss that with Dumbledore present. He is the only one who knew of my arrival, though I wasn't expecting anyone to invite those creatures to my party."
"Fine," he said standing, "Let's go see the Headmaster." She stood as well, and the two walked in an uncomfortable silence to the gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore's office. "Caramel Crickets," Snape said, rather disdainfully, and the gargoyle hopped aside. Before he knocked, the wizard called from within.
As they entered his office, he did not greet them with the usual jocularity. In fact, he looked very solemn; a look which only brightened when he saw Samantha, who again bowed deeply.
"Severus, Samantha," he nodded to each in turn and gestured for them to sit. "You just missed Mr. Potter."
At Severus' snort, whatever twinkle was left in the Headmaster's eyes faded. "You'd be good to be a bit nicer to him; especially considering the recent news I've received." Severus sat up a little straighter, at least giving the impression he was interested. Dumbledore handed Samantha a piece of parchment and she read it.
"Why are you so worried about Black? I thought they were hunting him?" She passed the parchment to Severus.
"Yes, but falsely," Dumbledore answered, "He is innocent; was innocent." Severus' eyes widened and he read the parchment. It was from Remus Lupin.
~Albus, Padfoot has been found. The Dementors performed the kiss instantly. Please, I know you can find a way to tell Harry; it will crush him.~ Moony
Albus sighed, "Now I have to find out how to tell Harry."
Severus sneered, "You haven't told him yet? I thought he was in here?"
"He was, but we were discussing his schedule. It just didn't seem like the right time. I couldn't bring myself to tell him."
Samantha sighed heavily, "I don't see how this affects my stay."
Dumbledore chuckled, a little of the twinkle returning to his eyes. "Yes, discussing your stay."
Severus broke in, "I still don't know why she's even here."
"Samantha?" Dumbledore asked.
"Go ahead Headmaster. I'll fill in the missing pieces."
He nodded, "Samantha contacted me a couple days ago -."
She broke in, "I actually sent the letter immediately after the incident, but you know mail."
"Yes, quite. At any rate, she said she needed to come to Hogwarts to translate a message she received." At this, Samantha pulled a small parchment out of her pocket and handed it to Dumbledore. He looked at it and gasped. "This is ancient Draconic. Not many people know this language."
"Do you?"
"No, not even I know this language, child."
"I received it about a day before I was attacked by about 5 of those creatures," she thumbed in the general direction of the pitch.
"Attacked? Why?" Severus rose from his chair.
"All I can figure is Voldemort knows I'm your daughter. I think he was trying to persuade me to join him."
"You will not! I will not allow - aah!" He grabbed his left arm, and surprisingly, so did Samantha. Dark Mark forgotten, he grabbed her arm and rolled up her sleeve; but her arm was bare.
He let go and glared at her suspiciously. She rolled down her sleeve and looked him in the eye. "I was conceived after you were branded. I think somehow it was passed to me through my, er, powers." Snape had a look of horror mixed with regret. She caught it.
"Don't blame yourself. I think it's only because I'm so close to Voldemort, or you. In America, it was only a tingle."
A tapping at the window alerted them to an owl post. Confused, Dumbledore opened the window. An eagle flew through and circled the room. But this was no ordinary eagle; it was twice the normal size and golden.
"Caribe! Settle down!" Samantha held out her arm, and the bird perched on her shoulder. She dipped a little with the sudden weight of the bird, but she soon regained her balance.
"Remarkable!" Dumbledore approached her to get a better look at the bird. Caribe glared at him and challenged him as he stepped closer.
"Careful, Headmaster, he's very protective. The only other person he remotely trusts is Professor Reyes."
"Who, child?" Dumbledore took his seat behind his desk, and Caribe perched on the arm of the chair Samantha had sat in.
"Professor Reyes is the Headmaster at Brisham," she explained.
"There is much more I would like to discuss, but I must retire. It is late and we have classes tomorrow. Have you decided where you're going to spend your time?"
"I think Transfiguration and Arithmancy. They were my two worst subjects in school. I will pay a visit to every other class at some point though."
Dumbledore smiled slightly, "I believe Professor Binns wishes you to make an appearance in his fifth year classes."
She couldn't help but smile, no matter how hard she tried not to. "Of course, good night sir." She again bowed before Dumbledore. She and Severus exited, with Caribe perched on the shoulder closest to him.
"How can you even stand with that thing? He must weigh 20 kilos."
"He is big, but his bones are hollow, so he's not as heavy as he looks. Is your arm alright?" She looked down at the spot where the Dark Mark lay under the cloak.
"Yes, it is fine now. It still burns, but it always does. I assume he was calling everyone to discuss what to do about me."
"It is late, and I should get some sleep before tomorrow."
"Indeed. Will you be making an appearance in the dungeons tomorrow?"
"What classes do you have tomorrow?"
"First is Advanced Potions, then fifth year Slytherins and Gryffindors. That class is always causing trouble with Potter there."
"It seems to me that young Mr. Malfoy can cause his fair share of trouble."
Snape caught on immediately, "Only when provoked," his face hardened. Samantha brushed it off.
"We had the same rivalry at Brisham between two sects. Although tensions weren't running so high with Voldemort so far away."
"Quite, but as you said, it is late, and I must also retire. I have classes in the morning. Good night."
"Good night, Severus," Samantha again bowed, "Will I see you at breakfast?"
"Seven sharp." He nodded and retreated back to his dungeons. I will never get used to the bowing, he thought. He then realized he knew next to nothing about his own daughter. He resolved to write this Professor Reyes, though she would not get the post until next week. The letter would have to go to the Ministry, then transported over to the Colonies. There it would be picked up by an owl and delivered. That's why it had taken so long for her message to come. In the end, it was too late anyway, and decided to write it tomorrow.
In her room, Samantha sat up with ancient tomes and texts, trying to translate the strange letter.
Ok, ok, I apologize for the schedule stuff. I realized too late that if Hogwarts didn't have block scheduling, everyone would need a time-turner! The actual scheduling doesn't really matter though, only that Potter has Advanced Potions first. A few classes come in later, but they aren't pertinent. And this is FAN fiction. If I were perfect, I'd write my own books and make millions.
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She stood and watched all of the students pile out, followed by most of the staff. She didn't have to look to see who was left behind.
"Not the welcome I was expecting." She turned and walked behind the table, taking the seat next to Severus Snape.
"What are you doing back?"
"Gee, good to see you too, Severus. I'd rather discuss that with Dumbledore present. He is the only one who knew of my arrival, though I wasn't expecting anyone to invite those creatures to my party."
"Fine," he said standing, "Let's go see the Headmaster." She stood as well, and the two walked in an uncomfortable silence to the gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore's office. "Caramel Crickets," Snape said, rather disdainfully, and the gargoyle hopped aside. Before he knocked, the wizard called from within.
As they entered his office, he did not greet them with the usual jocularity. In fact, he looked very solemn; a look which only brightened when he saw Samantha, who again bowed deeply.
"Severus, Samantha," he nodded to each in turn and gestured for them to sit. "You just missed Mr. Potter."
At Severus' snort, whatever twinkle was left in the Headmaster's eyes faded. "You'd be good to be a bit nicer to him; especially considering the recent news I've received." Severus sat up a little straighter, at least giving the impression he was interested. Dumbledore handed Samantha a piece of parchment and she read it.
"Why are you so worried about Black? I thought they were hunting him?" She passed the parchment to Severus.
"Yes, but falsely," Dumbledore answered, "He is innocent; was innocent." Severus' eyes widened and he read the parchment. It was from Remus Lupin.
~Albus, Padfoot has been found. The Dementors performed the kiss instantly. Please, I know you can find a way to tell Harry; it will crush him.~ Moony
Albus sighed, "Now I have to find out how to tell Harry."
Severus sneered, "You haven't told him yet? I thought he was in here?"
"He was, but we were discussing his schedule. It just didn't seem like the right time. I couldn't bring myself to tell him."
Samantha sighed heavily, "I don't see how this affects my stay."
Dumbledore chuckled, a little of the twinkle returning to his eyes. "Yes, discussing your stay."
Severus broke in, "I still don't know why she's even here."
"Samantha?" Dumbledore asked.
"Go ahead Headmaster. I'll fill in the missing pieces."
He nodded, "Samantha contacted me a couple days ago -."
She broke in, "I actually sent the letter immediately after the incident, but you know mail."
"Yes, quite. At any rate, she said she needed to come to Hogwarts to translate a message she received." At this, Samantha pulled a small parchment out of her pocket and handed it to Dumbledore. He looked at it and gasped. "This is ancient Draconic. Not many people know this language."
"Do you?"
"No, not even I know this language, child."
"I received it about a day before I was attacked by about 5 of those creatures," she thumbed in the general direction of the pitch.
"Attacked? Why?" Severus rose from his chair.
"All I can figure is Voldemort knows I'm your daughter. I think he was trying to persuade me to join him."
"You will not! I will not allow - aah!" He grabbed his left arm, and surprisingly, so did Samantha. Dark Mark forgotten, he grabbed her arm and rolled up her sleeve; but her arm was bare.
He let go and glared at her suspiciously. She rolled down her sleeve and looked him in the eye. "I was conceived after you were branded. I think somehow it was passed to me through my, er, powers." Snape had a look of horror mixed with regret. She caught it.
"Don't blame yourself. I think it's only because I'm so close to Voldemort, or you. In America, it was only a tingle."
A tapping at the window alerted them to an owl post. Confused, Dumbledore opened the window. An eagle flew through and circled the room. But this was no ordinary eagle; it was twice the normal size and golden.
"Caribe! Settle down!" Samantha held out her arm, and the bird perched on her shoulder. She dipped a little with the sudden weight of the bird, but she soon regained her balance.
"Remarkable!" Dumbledore approached her to get a better look at the bird. Caribe glared at him and challenged him as he stepped closer.
"Careful, Headmaster, he's very protective. The only other person he remotely trusts is Professor Reyes."
"Who, child?" Dumbledore took his seat behind his desk, and Caribe perched on the arm of the chair Samantha had sat in.
"Professor Reyes is the Headmaster at Brisham," she explained.
"There is much more I would like to discuss, but I must retire. It is late and we have classes tomorrow. Have you decided where you're going to spend your time?"
"I think Transfiguration and Arithmancy. They were my two worst subjects in school. I will pay a visit to every other class at some point though."
Dumbledore smiled slightly, "I believe Professor Binns wishes you to make an appearance in his fifth year classes."
She couldn't help but smile, no matter how hard she tried not to. "Of course, good night sir." She again bowed before Dumbledore. She and Severus exited, with Caribe perched on the shoulder closest to him.
"How can you even stand with that thing? He must weigh 20 kilos."
"He is big, but his bones are hollow, so he's not as heavy as he looks. Is your arm alright?" She looked down at the spot where the Dark Mark lay under the cloak.
"Yes, it is fine now. It still burns, but it always does. I assume he was calling everyone to discuss what to do about me."
"It is late, and I should get some sleep before tomorrow."
"Indeed. Will you be making an appearance in the dungeons tomorrow?"
"What classes do you have tomorrow?"
"First is Advanced Potions, then fifth year Slytherins and Gryffindors. That class is always causing trouble with Potter there."
"It seems to me that young Mr. Malfoy can cause his fair share of trouble."
Snape caught on immediately, "Only when provoked," his face hardened. Samantha brushed it off.
"We had the same rivalry at Brisham between two sects. Although tensions weren't running so high with Voldemort so far away."
"Quite, but as you said, it is late, and I must also retire. I have classes in the morning. Good night."
"Good night, Severus," Samantha again bowed, "Will I see you at breakfast?"
"Seven sharp." He nodded and retreated back to his dungeons. I will never get used to the bowing, he thought. He then realized he knew next to nothing about his own daughter. He resolved to write this Professor Reyes, though she would not get the post until next week. The letter would have to go to the Ministry, then transported over to the Colonies. There it would be picked up by an owl and delivered. That's why it had taken so long for her message to come. In the end, it was too late anyway, and decided to write it tomorrow.
In her room, Samantha sat up with ancient tomes and texts, trying to translate the strange letter.