A/N: I started this story out based on Samantha. A. Riggins and her learning that she's a half breed vampire and having to chose between her past (to kill her father), or her future (becoming a vampire and leaving everything behind).

But after reading a lot of Fanfic for Harry Potter... I decided why not make one of my own.

So here it is... Sam's the daughter of Sirius Black. Who never died in the 5th book... that ending sucked! The ministry informs her that her father is still a live. Shocked by this news, Sam goes off to England with Charley and they both go looking for Black. Only to find out that her mother is the niece of Voldimort. Enrolling herself at Hogwarts under Dumbledore's orders, Sam falls in the favor of two Hogwarts students. One the vile Draco Milfoy and two the Famous Harry Potter. Will life get any worse, oh it does! After Charley tells Sam what he sees in her families past. She learns that not only is she a pure blood witch, but that she is the second cousin of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. With the knowledge of her past Sam must now live with knowing what wasn't suppose to be known and two really cute guys who fight for her affection, or her friendship.

Charleys' prophecy: "Though I walk through the shadow of death, I will feel no pain, I will fear nothing. The blood of two houses will join as one. The feud will end with a kiss. All that had passed in the past will come again in the future. Swords will clash and a silence will follow... for the wicked of heart shall fall before the wicked has taken a breath."

Now enjoy... Unnatural.

Chapter 1: The invitation

"You little thief!" shrieked Sam. Her brother high tailed it down stairs and out the front door. Still standing on top of the stairs, towel in hair and blow dryer in her left hand, Sam huffs, annoyed at her brother yet again. Swiveling around, she heads back towards the bathroom. Slamming the door behind her, Sam pauses to look at herself in the mirror. Her looks completely contrast her families. Sleek, smooth, black hair, pale fair skin, with a gorgeous smile to boost! A shapely body that got her the nickname – hourglass and her pale honey gold eyes. Those eyes that made her look unnatural. Pearl yellow and then honey gold veins that came from the pupil. Eyes of a Goddess.

Perfection was the word to use for her looks. Compared to her cubby, red-headed, freckled brother and mother, Samantha. A. Riggins was a goddess. But with perfection comes great flaws. Sam hated crowds; plainly, she hated anything to do with people in general. That included talking with them, hanging out with them or anything the included her 'doing' something. The only true friend that Sam would ever consider 'hanging' out with, would be Charley Banks. Richest kid in all of Sunshine heights.

Tugging a baggy shirt over her head Sam brushed her hair as her mother called her down to breakfast. Rolling her eyes Sam stepped into her black, torn blue-jeans one size to big. Leaving the bathroom, she swipes her runners off the top step. Hopping down the stairs, Sam stops to saw hello to picture of a man whose looks rival hers.

Entering the small kitchen, Mrs. Riggins tosses her a brown bag. A coffee pot was whistling behind her and a lazy cat stretched on the windowsill.

"I'll be home late again Samantha. The list of chores is on the fridge. And I need you to pick up Matt from school." Said Mrs. Riggins as she ran a finger over the open newspaper lying on the table. Sam glanced down at an article on the new vandalism at a local high school. Not surprisingly, it was hers. It was always at the beginning of each year. Kids did it in hopes to prolong the summer. This time it seems they where able to smash every window on the first floor. Well today would seem interesting. Stuffing the rest of her toast in her mouth, Sam mumbles a kind of goodbye to her mother (who was still engulfed by the newspaper). Runners on and backpack in hand, Sam walks down her street, which was just waking up. Her brother yells to her as she walks by the Summers house. Him and his new friends Andrew Summers are tussling on the grass.

Stopping at the corner four houses from her own house, Sam plates herself on the lawn next to the bus stop. Tapping her feet as she rummages threw her very run down 70's back pack, she pulls out 90 different pieces of jewelry. First, she pulls out six earrings for each ear, a chocker with a silver cross and three necklaces. Then wrist bands for each wrist, a nine-year-old charm bracelet and silver bands that covers her whole left wrist. Lastly, a watch attached to a chain and clip. It was on of those antique watches from when mills where around but only much newer.

A few moments passed when suddenly a shadow descends upon Samantha's face. Looking up Sam sees her good friend Charley in his usual back striped, Goth best. Smiling as always as if he knew something, she did not. He always did know something, not because he was smart, but because he knew things the unnatural way. Maybe that was the reason Sam became friends with him. He's just like her... unnatural.

"Hey hourglass..." he replies grinning wide to show his braces. Braces that could hold down the leaning tower of Pezza.

"Hey Cage." Sam said looking over at her lanky friend. Cage or Charley as he was known, had brown curly hair that fell over his eyes, motherly eyes and acne that shamed the earths 'ring of fire'. However, today after months of treatment he looked much, much better. Swing his own bag off his back; Charley sat next to Sam with his knees close to his chest. The two of them where the Gothic lepers of Sunshine Heights and neither of them seemed to care.

Checking her watch; which read 15 to 8; Sam looks over at her shy companion. For only knowing him for a few years, she could remarkably tell what he was thinking. Her lip twitched slightly at one side as Cage turned to face her.

"What?" She snaps before anything.

"Happy... birthday..." He replies back to her, reaching into his bag. A few moments later he pulls out a medium wrapped box and hands it over to Sam.

Raising an eyebrow at him Sam takes to box. "Thanks Cage." Looking at the box as if it's going to burst open she asks him, "What is it?"

"I can't tell you that... it's a surprise."

"Well that just makes me feel sooooo much better." Sam rolls her eyes then proceeds to opening the present. Peeling away the packaging, she finds he has given her a brown box!

"WOW a brown box..." She comments sarcastically.

"Keep going." Sighs Charley nudging her in the arm. So Sam opens the brown box and inside is a stuffed animal. A medium pure black, stuffed dog! Taking it out of the box, she gives Charley a dear-God-it's-cute look and hugs it. The only time Charley has ever seen Sam show any sign of affection since they first met. He knew then that he had gotten her the right thing.

Helping her friend to his feet, Sam stuffs the dog into her bag and waits for their bus to stop near them. As the doors to the bus open Charley suddenly, sees something that he swear has never happened. Sam smiled.

Taking the back seats of the bus as always, Sam wipes the smile off her face. She knew Charley had seen her smile and she knew that it was not going to be the last time he would see her smile. She had promised herself when they had first moved away from Salem that she would let one person into her life. Charley was the poor fellow that she had let in.

Over the time of thirty minutes, the bus finally stopped at her school. Now full of overly active teens, Sam proceeded to getting off the bus. Like a mob of zombies, everyone stopped what they were saying or doing. A clear path was made to the front of the bus as Sam (fallowed closely by Charley) headed off the bus. People watched her as she walked by them in fear she might curse them or something. See ever since she got to Sunshine Heights, people have been really, strange around her. Like they knew what she was and were too afraid to admit it. Sam never cared what people thought of her so the stares meant nothing to her.

Walking into the crisp morning air, Sam turns to Charley and winks. Giving him a little hint to what she might be up to that day. Charley shaking his head placed his orange sunglasses on and continued to fallow Sam into the school. Just like the newspaper and read that morning, all the windows in the first floor and been smashed. Black garbage bags hung over them and a small group of smokers where lighting a joint near one of the office windows.

Charley stifled a laugh as he entered the school. Sam swung her arms around looking up threw the skylights. She saw something that didn't make much cense to her. "An owl?" "What would an owl be doing her? There aren't suppose to be any for miles." She thought to herself. Bumping into the janitor Mr. Drawl, Sam snapped back to reality.

After being scolded by Mr. Drawl for not watching where she was going, Sam grabbed Charley be the arm and scurried off towards their lockers. As the passed people in the halls, they gave her a wide birth. They knew well enough to get out of her way. Sam had a criminal record that would make the devil himself ask her out on a date. Even though she was a witch and no body knew.

Finally, at their lockers (the far east wing of the school) Sam took off her bag and pulled out her birthday present from Charley. Standing and watching her place a collar on the dog, Charley leaned against his locker door, which was luckily located right next to Sams'. Sam squeezed it in satisfaction then placed it on the only shelf in the locker. Slamming her locker closed, she started to head towards to gym where the beginning of the year assembly took place when she heard a commotion behind her.

"Yo, Banks" spat a jock as he backed Charley up against the lockers. People around them suddenly moved away as if the black plague suddenly appeared there.

"H... h... h... hey Frank." Stammered Charley fearful Frank might do something to him.

"Well brace head, mind if I stuff my pencil in your mouth? I mean I need to sharpen it and I'm pretty sure you can help me there." Frank smirked then look up towards a group of other jocks who were laughing.

"P... p... p... please Frank... d... d... don't." Charley continued getting more nervous as the minutes rolled by. Knowing he wouldn't last much longer, Sam Grabbed Franks' shirt in the back and fling him away from Charley. She could clearly hear him smack against the lockers on the other side of the wall. Glaring at the jocks still standing there, Sam snacked Charley by the arm and directed him for the second time today, away from trouble.

A good full hallway away from their lockers and where Frank surely was still steaming about being thrown by a girl half his size, Sam and Charley stopped to catch their breath. Sam was still tightly grasping Charleys arm until he yelped in pain. Letting him go just seconds before the intercom blared on. As always Mrs. Ivon managed to break every eardrum as the intercom squeaked then went back to normal.

"Hello students and welcome to another year of High School. As you all already know all the windows on the first floor have been smashed in," Cheers of students could be heard as Mrs. Ivon made this comment. "That means there will be NO, sneaking out of class threw them or throwing, or smoking of any kind near them. Those who do will serve a WEEKS in-school suspension." Fallowing this comment large boo's and laughs rang through the halls. "On a more happier note, those who what to sign up for this months track, football, wrestling and volleyball teams are to go see the gym teachers for the sign up sheets. And lastly will the fallowing students come to the office for messages, Clair Summers, Frank Mueny, Hailie Pasters, George Pasters and Samantha Riggins."

When Sam heard her name, she glanced over to Charley with a quizzical look on her face. Shrugging his shoulders, Charley only shuffled from one foot to the next. Sam sighed heavily and began the semi long walk to the office.

Upon arriving at the office, Sam noticed two strangely dressed people sitting in the little waiting area. Not looking over at them, Sam went up to the secretary and asked for whom had sent the message. The secretary pointed at the two strangely dressed gentlemen and said "They're the one's who asked for you Mrs. Riggins." Leaning in closer so that no one could hear her Sam inquired to what they wanted to talk to her about. All the secretary did was shrug and say that they wished to speak with you about a private matter. So, Sam turned to Charley for answers. Guiding him to a corner of the office where no one would hear them Sam proceeded to interrogate her friend.

"Cage who are they?"

"They come from the wizard 'in part of your life."

"What!" Sam squeaked not knowing she said it just a little two loud. Looking around to see if anyone had noticed, Sam continued to question Charley.

"Yeh. They want to talk to you about your father... you're not going to like it let me warn you." Sam began to move towards to two strangers when Charley grabbed her shoulders. "Wait. I want you to know if you need my help you only need to ask. I'll fallow you even into death."

These words startled Sam. She had never heard Charley speak so seriously before. Fear filled her then. Fear of what she would soon find out.

Sam walked up to the two strangers and introduced herself. The principal appeared next to her and said they could use her office if they wished. The two gentlemen thanked the principal for her hospitality, Sam nodded and the three fallowed the principal to her office where she left them.

"Few." The gentlemen in the brown suit claimed as he whipped his forehead and took a seat. The other gentlemen did the same and he motioned Sam to do the same.

"Well Mrs. Riggins before you jump the gun here..." He reached into his coat pulling out a letter. "I want you to know that we were only sent here to give you this." He hands her the letter, which she takes. "Oh and by the way my name is Fred and this is my brother George." The other gentlemen gave Sam a slight wave.

Sam opened the letter. It was addressed to her and written in really, weird handwriting. Sam scanned the latter a few times before reading it.

Dear Mrs. Samantha Amelia Riggins,

I've had the pleasure of knowing your father. A very interesting person if I do say so myself. He has informed me that you are his only child. Though I suppose your brother must have a different father then. The reason I am writing you is that you, is to warn you. A very powerful Wizard by the name of Voldimort knows about your past. How he learned this, I do not know. All I know is that it is very important that you come here to England to attend Hogwarts School for witchcraft and wizardry. There you'll be better protected.

You are probably wondering how I know your past and you do not. Your families' history is a very complicated one. Though I believe it is time for you to hear it.

Your grandfather is Volidmorts' half brother. See when Voldimort asked about his mother when he was in the orphanage the only told him the half-truth. She did indeed die from childbirth but not from giving birth to him. See when she had Voldimort her heart was too weak to care for him and since her husband left her she had no one to care for him or her. She had no other option but to send him to an orphanage. She remarried into a pureblood family where she was happily married for six years, then died. Her only son in that family never knew he had a brother and Voldimort never knew that for six whole years his mother was still alive and that he had a brother. When your grandfather moved to Salem to learn more about the witch trials, he met your grandmother. A witch who had no past of her own, none that anyone knows about. They both had a child; your mother; who went to England to further her magic training. There she met your father Sirius Black. Unfortunately, Black never told anyone about your mother or the fact that they secretly got married. About a year after you were born, Black was falsely accused of murder and sent to a wizarding jail.

Samantha I know you must have missed not having a father around. You must promise never to repeat what you have read here today else you put others in danger. Sirius has no clue he has a daughter. I would like to keep it that way. Though I wish, he knew.

I have sent two members of the Order to bring you here to England, in hopes to keep you safe. Please Mrs. Riggins, it's important that you come here as soon as possible. Your mother has already been informed and so have your grandparents. I hope to see you here as soon as possible.

Professor. A. Dumbledore.

That was it. The whole letter was about her having to go to some weird place for people like her mother to learn magic. Her mother doesn't even use her wand anymore let alone any magic. Sam knew for a long time that she was a witch. She never went to school like everyone else. She couldn't. Sam studied Wicca, the muggle form of magic. Though quiet gifted with brewing potions, Sam never considered once ever going to learn magic.

A soft chough got her attention. Looking away from the letter, she looked up at Fred and George. They seemed to be waiting for her response. Straitening herself, Sam smirked got out of her seat still holding onto the letter and left the office. Charley who was waiting for her in the offices' waiting room shot out of his chair when he saw her coming. He raised his eyebrows to see what she was up to. Turning towards the door Sam said over her shoulder,

"Come on Charley I need to ask your dad a favor." Leaving the office Sam sensed that Fred and George were fallowing her and Charley. They fallowed her and Charley right out of the school. George caught up to Sam and stopped in front of her.

"So I take it, that you're coming with us to England?" He asked her.

"I know you were ask to take me to England if I agreed to. But I'm not going with you. No..." Sam tilts her head towards Charley who already knows what's she thinking. "No... I'm going there in style and with Charley here." Sam walks over to her friend and places an arm around his shoulders. "Charley and I will meet you there." Sam reaches into her pocket and grabs her shades. Nice black shades that she places on her eyes as she and Charley head towards the bus stop.

A/N: So that was the first Chapter... Not that bad considering the fact that this is my first Fanfic. I would like to say that I'm making the characters as much like how Mrs. Rowling has them in her books. I would also like it if people would R&R my story. It will help me get the story juices flowing and I won't get writers block.