~ Chapter Two ~ Late Nights
Samantha Worthing was not used to being around kids her own age. Her mother, a daughter of Avalon, was a descendent of a pure magical Egyptian blood line. Her grandparents had given her to the Order to protect their only daughter from muggle raiders. In Avalon, where the Order is located, her mother had married a son of Avalon. Her parents had died defending the ministry from Voldemort when she was only a child. Already an orphan at six months, the Order had raised her. Since she had turned seventeen, the Order had run out of things to teach her next; she had already finished all her training at the age of fifteen.
Dumbledore, who was almost like a grandfather to her, had asked her to come to Hogwarts to help him out. Knowing this would be her only chance to get out of Avalon, she happily agreed. But it would be a hard transition, she was sure of that. Already her presence here was causing a stir, which she wasn't accustomed to. A daughter from Avalon was at Hogwarts. The only person she knew, other than Dumbledore, was her Uncle Snape. He wasn't really her uncle..... but he was practically her father. Snape had been her mother's best friend. She had never asked her uncle about this..... but she figured out that he had been deeply in love with her mother. Whenever he talked about her..... he would get this sort of twinkle in his eye..... and when he had finished another tale about her...... his eyes would get glossy with pain.
Samantha looked around her new room. It was just to her liking..... green everywhere, her favorite color. Dumbledore had decided to put her in one of the rooms up in Gryffindor Tower. She would be alone, which she liked. And yet she could overlook the rest of the castle. She didn't know why Dumbledore needed help..... he was perfectly fine running the castle...... but with Snape going on more missions and the teachers preparing to defend the castle in case of an attack against Voldemort, he would need an extra pair of hands.
Samantha was getting ready for bed when remembered feeling two eyes staring at her from across the room. And there he was...... Mr. Harry Potter looking right at her with his two green eyes. Naturally she had heard a lot about this boy; the good from Dumbledore and the bad from Snape. She had never been stared like this before..... she had to look away to stop blushing. Even now that she remembered Harry she blushed. She looked forward to meeting him. Harry Potter.
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I was truly going insane for the past month. It was only at dinner that I could catch a glimpse of Samantha. I had yet to talk to her, which was getting on my nerves. I would occasionally see her pass by in the hallways with Snape. He was the obstacle. No one dared approach her while she was with him. Not even Malfoy dared to. Of course he always sucked up to Snape so that he might introduce them. Now that I thought about it.... Samantha seemed very close to Snape, which I couldn't understand why. One could say that Snape was a little more tolerable when he was with her..... I even caught him smiling once. I decided that tonight after dinner..... I would finally meet her in person. Making sure that Ron was asleep.... I pulled out my father's old cloak and headed out.
I had been walking for more than an hour or so when I heard footsteps.... and heard his voice.... "I'm glad you came, Samantha." Snape kissed Samantha on the forehead. "But you have to promise me not to overwork yourself."
Samantha grinned. "Look who's talking, uncle. You enjoy terrorizing your students..... I looked over that pop quiz you're going to give them tomorrow.... and boy will they enjoy hating you even more." Samantha laughed. How I loved to see her smile and laugh. Wait a minute..... why was she calling him 'uncle'?
"And another thing I must warm you about.... these boys are not to be trusted.... you hear me?"
"In that case..... will u tell Mr. Malfoy to stop harassing me..... I swear.... every time he sees me. I can't get rid of him....."
"Don't your worry about him.... that boy will get what's coming to him." Snape gave an ice-chilling grin.
Good thing for me I was standing near one of the statues as they kept walking.... but I soon found my cloak caught into one of the statues. I panicked once Snape started to walk towards my direction.... I knew he would bump into me if it hadn't been for Samantha.....
"Umm.... uncle..... Isn't your room located in the opposite direction," asked Samantha. Snape smiled at her once again and headed the other way.
I decided to wait until Samantha rounded the corner so that I cold unhook myself and then casually bump into her when....
"It's not very polite to overhear other peoples' conversations," grinned Samantha. She was looking straight at me. Or was she? She walked towards me and unhooked my cloak from the statue's grip. "Is that better?"
I held on to my cloak which was still covering me. I looked at Samantha.... "How can you see through my cloak?" It had taken me a moment to ask her that.
"My training included being able to see through everything.... including invisibility cloaks." She grinned. I knew I had been caught.
"That must be nice," I said as I took off my cloak and fixed my glasses. I folded the cloak and placed it under my arm. "Is that all they taught you?"
She smiled at me with a twinkle in her eye. "There's more to me than meets the eye.... by the way.... I'm Samantha Worthing." She held out her hand for me to take.
I smiled a bit as I shook her hand... she was warm. "I'm Harry Potter." I had the feeling she was studying me as she looked right into my eyes..... as if she could hear my thoughts.
"Well.... Harry.... we'd better get back to the common room before my uncle catches us and gives you detention."
"You're staying in Gryffindor Tower?" I asked.... walking beside her to the portrait whole.
Samantha nodded.... she was still looking at me through the corner of her eye. "What are you up to so late?" I noticed she was carrying a few books under her arm.
"I was trying.... to..... look for you," I had said it before thinking. I slightly blushed as she faced me. "I was curious to see what you were up to..... seeing as I only see you at dinner."
"I stay all day in Dumbledore's office working..... seeing that the ministry and the Order's demands are met. Work, work, work." I was going to ask her another question when we found ourselves already inside the common room." She stopped and looked me again with her enchanting eyes. "It was nice to meet you, Harry."
"I hope this won't be the last time we bump into each other," I smiled at her. I took her hand up to my lips and gently kissed it. This would be the first time I saw her blush. I watched as she took the stairs up to the girls' dormitories. She looked back at me one last time and blushed again.
Indeed.... I think we both looked forward to our next encounter.
Samantha Worthing was not used to being around kids her own age. Her mother, a daughter of Avalon, was a descendent of a pure magical Egyptian blood line. Her grandparents had given her to the Order to protect their only daughter from muggle raiders. In Avalon, where the Order is located, her mother had married a son of Avalon. Her parents had died defending the ministry from Voldemort when she was only a child. Already an orphan at six months, the Order had raised her. Since she had turned seventeen, the Order had run out of things to teach her next; she had already finished all her training at the age of fifteen.
Dumbledore, who was almost like a grandfather to her, had asked her to come to Hogwarts to help him out. Knowing this would be her only chance to get out of Avalon, she happily agreed. But it would be a hard transition, she was sure of that. Already her presence here was causing a stir, which she wasn't accustomed to. A daughter from Avalon was at Hogwarts. The only person she knew, other than Dumbledore, was her Uncle Snape. He wasn't really her uncle..... but he was practically her father. Snape had been her mother's best friend. She had never asked her uncle about this..... but she figured out that he had been deeply in love with her mother. Whenever he talked about her..... he would get this sort of twinkle in his eye..... and when he had finished another tale about her...... his eyes would get glossy with pain.
Samantha looked around her new room. It was just to her liking..... green everywhere, her favorite color. Dumbledore had decided to put her in one of the rooms up in Gryffindor Tower. She would be alone, which she liked. And yet she could overlook the rest of the castle. She didn't know why Dumbledore needed help..... he was perfectly fine running the castle...... but with Snape going on more missions and the teachers preparing to defend the castle in case of an attack against Voldemort, he would need an extra pair of hands.
Samantha was getting ready for bed when remembered feeling two eyes staring at her from across the room. And there he was...... Mr. Harry Potter looking right at her with his two green eyes. Naturally she had heard a lot about this boy; the good from Dumbledore and the bad from Snape. She had never been stared like this before..... she had to look away to stop blushing. Even now that she remembered Harry she blushed. She looked forward to meeting him. Harry Potter.
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I was truly going insane for the past month. It was only at dinner that I could catch a glimpse of Samantha. I had yet to talk to her, which was getting on my nerves. I would occasionally see her pass by in the hallways with Snape. He was the obstacle. No one dared approach her while she was with him. Not even Malfoy dared to. Of course he always sucked up to Snape so that he might introduce them. Now that I thought about it.... Samantha seemed very close to Snape, which I couldn't understand why. One could say that Snape was a little more tolerable when he was with her..... I even caught him smiling once. I decided that tonight after dinner..... I would finally meet her in person. Making sure that Ron was asleep.... I pulled out my father's old cloak and headed out.
I had been walking for more than an hour or so when I heard footsteps.... and heard his voice.... "I'm glad you came, Samantha." Snape kissed Samantha on the forehead. "But you have to promise me not to overwork yourself."
Samantha grinned. "Look who's talking, uncle. You enjoy terrorizing your students..... I looked over that pop quiz you're going to give them tomorrow.... and boy will they enjoy hating you even more." Samantha laughed. How I loved to see her smile and laugh. Wait a minute..... why was she calling him 'uncle'?
"And another thing I must warm you about.... these boys are not to be trusted.... you hear me?"
"In that case..... will u tell Mr. Malfoy to stop harassing me..... I swear.... every time he sees me. I can't get rid of him....."
"Don't your worry about him.... that boy will get what's coming to him." Snape gave an ice-chilling grin.
Good thing for me I was standing near one of the statues as they kept walking.... but I soon found my cloak caught into one of the statues. I panicked once Snape started to walk towards my direction.... I knew he would bump into me if it hadn't been for Samantha.....
"Umm.... uncle..... Isn't your room located in the opposite direction," asked Samantha. Snape smiled at her once again and headed the other way.
I decided to wait until Samantha rounded the corner so that I cold unhook myself and then casually bump into her when....
"It's not very polite to overhear other peoples' conversations," grinned Samantha. She was looking straight at me. Or was she? She walked towards me and unhooked my cloak from the statue's grip. "Is that better?"
I held on to my cloak which was still covering me. I looked at Samantha.... "How can you see through my cloak?" It had taken me a moment to ask her that.
"My training included being able to see through everything.... including invisibility cloaks." She grinned. I knew I had been caught.
"That must be nice," I said as I took off my cloak and fixed my glasses. I folded the cloak and placed it under my arm. "Is that all they taught you?"
She smiled at me with a twinkle in her eye. "There's more to me than meets the eye.... by the way.... I'm Samantha Worthing." She held out her hand for me to take.
I smiled a bit as I shook her hand... she was warm. "I'm Harry Potter." I had the feeling she was studying me as she looked right into my eyes..... as if she could hear my thoughts.
"Well.... Harry.... we'd better get back to the common room before my uncle catches us and gives you detention."
"You're staying in Gryffindor Tower?" I asked.... walking beside her to the portrait whole.
Samantha nodded.... she was still looking at me through the corner of her eye. "What are you up to so late?" I noticed she was carrying a few books under her arm.
"I was trying.... to..... look for you," I had said it before thinking. I slightly blushed as she faced me. "I was curious to see what you were up to..... seeing as I only see you at dinner."
"I stay all day in Dumbledore's office working..... seeing that the ministry and the Order's demands are met. Work, work, work." I was going to ask her another question when we found ourselves already inside the common room." She stopped and looked me again with her enchanting eyes. "It was nice to meet you, Harry."
"I hope this won't be the last time we bump into each other," I smiled at her. I took her hand up to my lips and gently kissed it. This would be the first time I saw her blush. I watched as she took the stairs up to the girls' dormitories. She looked back at me one last time and blushed again.
Indeed.... I think we both looked forward to our next encounter.