Stand Strong
By: Kryptonite
A/N: I updated. Enjoy :)
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Four Days Later: New York City- 5:03
" No Jules."
" Dammit Samantha! They're my kids!"
" I'm not letting you take them." The group, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Molly Weasley could see both directions of this. They could see Fred rocking the kids in his arms in the guestroom, shushing them and having his eyes closed tight, the kids arms' wrapped around his waist as they repeated some unheard mantra. Waging the not-so-silent half of the current battle was Sam.
She had opened the door with the chain lock still in place and Jules was talking to her sister through the space between the door and the doorjamb.
" We've had this fucking discussion already!"
" Watch your mouth!" Sam snapped right back, a fiery light in her eyes, a light Julia hadn't seen since Sam left the Salem academy.
" They're my damn kids and I will get them back." Sam watched as Jules huffed away down the hall. Shaking her head and closing the door, Sam turned to the group.
" And another battle is waged. Hopefully the war will end soon."
" Sam!" Fred called, moving his head so he could see out the door. Sam bustled over and automatically closed the door after her. Another knock sounded on the wood that served as a front door.
Ginny opened it a little bit, not removing the chain to see an unsmiling face peering through the crevice she had left.
" Is Sam available?"
" Not at the moment."
" I'm her father and currently her one supporter in the family. Could you let me in real quick? If we waste anymore time my wife will be here. And if I'm guessing correctly Sam doesn't want either of them in there." Ginny paused a second, looking from her family and back to Sam's father.
He adopted a pleading look before glancing over his shoulder. The two could just the sounds of an angry woman's voice rising and falling in the stairwell.
" Please!" He pleaded, looking back into Ginny's eyes. She pursed her lips and closed the door. Moving quickly she slid the chain lock out, much to the protestation of the other occupants and threw the door open to Mr. Owens.
" Welcome to the dark side Mr. Owens." He smiled. Everyone saw the older lady start to run down the hall, fury marked clearly on her face, as she tried to get to the door before it closed.
" Quick." Mr. Owens held the door shut as Ginny threw the chain lock and the new deadbolt Fred had placed on the door upon getting back a day ago.
" What's going on?" Sam asked as she and Fred came back into the living room after the sound of the slamming door.
" Hi honey. I think I just switched." He gestured to the door behind him that was getting pounded by his wife. Sam smiled and walked into her father's embrace.
" Thanks daddy." They heard her whisper.
" Any time."
" Samantha Aletha Owens you open this door this instant!"
" Go away Mother!"
" You open this door this instant!" She screeched, making everyone wince.
" Are we positive she's not part banshee?" Ron quipped.
" Positive." Sam, Fred and her father Erik said, before turning their attention to the shaking door.
" Erik Christian Owens you get your butt to this door and open it!" Jules started whining.
" Daddy!"
" Never!" He shouted back grinning at his daughter. The fire had not died down in Sam's eyes and he backed away pulling Fred with him.
" What? What're you doing?" Fred spluttered, confused by Erik Owens's odd behavior.
" Just everyone back up!" As soon as he finished speaking, Sam waved a hand and the door turned into a solid three-inch thick slab of pure steel. The pounding stopped followed by some barely heard whimpers of pain. That dangerous glint was receding, but not nearly fast enough for Mr. Owens's liking.
" Sammie. Sammie sweetie?" His voice had taken a pleading tone. Turning her eyes to him, he and Fred noticed that her eyes seemed to be completely black, instead of the normal dark, dark blue color that she shared with the twins.
" We'll win this time." She muttered dangerously. A person who had all but sworn off magic used magic profusely that day.