A/N: Hi... All I have to say is that, here's the second chapter and I hope you enjoy it.

Plz, R&R.

Chapter 2: Alice in Wonderland.

Sam looked out the jet window. She hadn't been on a plane before and realized that heights weren't her thing. Charley had begged his parents to let him go with Sam the week before. When they heard that Sam was looking for her family they, some how felt sorry for her. Charleys' dad who's a pilot agreed to fly them there himself.

Feeling a little uneasy about the whole thing Sam gave herself a tight squeeze. Charley snored loudly across from her. 'How could he be so relaxed at a time like this?' She asked herself. 'How can I not be calm?' Sam leaned back in her seat letting it stretch out. Closing her eyes, Sam looked back to the time her mother brought her to Sunshine Heights.

A small town just outside of Salem. Sam never heard of it before and thought that it was a town in Europe. Laughing lightly Sam opens her eyes, clouds roll by the windows. Edging closer to the window Sam looks out into the cloudy night sky. The sea is below her, deep, endless blue. She had never seen it before. Pressing her hand against the window, Sam longs to drag her hand in its cold crystal clearness.

Her longing ends abruptly when a voice from the cockpit tells her that they where just about to go over England and in a few hours they would land in London Airport. Charley shakes himself awake. Rubbing his eyes Charley smiles weakly at Sam and pears out his own window at the newly approaching landscape.

Nodding back to sleep Charley leaves Sam to her thoughts. She's never been so afraid before in her life. A new school, a new home, a new country, a new life! Sam held herself and sighed deeply. 'What had I gotten myself into? I've been going to year round school for three years, and now this.' Sam ponders as she watches the plane fly over farms and country roads. The sun slowly creeps over the horizon, light streams in through the window near Charley. Sinning around to watch the sun rise, a sudden thought hits Sam. 'My mom and brother won't be waking up for another few hours.' Realizing what she was thinking Sam shakes her head and grumbles loudly.

Sharp jumbles and movements tell her that they're soon going to land. Charley opens one eye and moans about the movement, putting his seatbelt on Sam fallows suit.

"We're going to be landing soon you two." Called Charleys' dad over the speakers. "I'll call a taxi for you two when we land." He says in a sing-song voice. Charley can't help but smile.

The landing was smoother then Sam expected it to be. Charleys' dad did indeed call a taxi for them. They were suppose to go to a place called 'The Borrow'. Wherever that was suppose to be. Sam tried looking for it on a map, but couldn't. Charley laughed at her and claimed that he could find it just fine.

"Oh well, THAT just makes me feel just SO much better." Sam huffs at him and finishes putting her luggage into the taxi.

They had two taxies. Charley road in the first one and Sams' fallowed his. They left down town London, taking an off road to a town not far. They drove through a small village. All the while Sam cursed Charley, wondering where the hell he was taking her. When all of a sudden, they abruptly stopped in front of a tall rickety house.

Sam was astounded. She could find no words to describe how she felt. None! She got out of the car, paid the driver who helped her take her things up to the house then turned to Charley in question. Finally getting his last bag up the front steps, Charley paid the driver. Sensing that his friend was in great disbelief Charley merely knocked on the door.

A stout woman answered. She had red hair like Sams' mother and a very welcoming smile.

"Well come in." She insisted. Charley and Sam bent down to grab their bags when she stopped them. "Oh leave those I'll have the boys bring those in. Come, come, you must be exhausted, what with all that travel." She huffed as she lead the two into what seemed to be a kitchen.

Six people were seated around a table covered in food, books and bit and bobs. Sam smiled inside as she saw the faces turn to met hers'. Bending her head low to check that her shades were still on, Sam nodded as each one greeted her and Charley.

"Oh here take a seat you two. Fred dear go wake Harry and Ron. Then you and George go and get the luggage in the front." Barked the stout lady. Surprised she never noticed them before, the two gentlemen whom Sam was originally suppose to come with were indeed seated at the table. Charley pulled Sam down onto the bench next to him.

Looking across from her, Sam saw a girl about her age eating scrambled eggs and reading a book. Raising an eyebrow Sam leaned over and tugged the box away from the girl.

"Well let's see what has your pretty attention... hmmm Livingston's world of herbs and home remedies." Sam replies as everyone at the table turns to look at her.

"Can I have that back?" Snaps the girl.

"Your name first."

"Hermione and yours?"

"Samantha Riggins. I've read this book... honestly I don't know why you read it, there are better ones then this on the topic." Sam slyly claims as she nudges Charley.

"Really like what?" Hermiones' temper clearly rising.

"Oh I don't know, Remnas' list to fine medicine, or ever White magic for the good witch, household remedies for an at home witch. Though I'm pretty sure you wouldn't find any of those in any of your shops. It's muggle magic." At those words Sam heard forks drop and a small squeak come from the stout woman. Though it wasn't Hermione that answered her.

"You practice Muggle Magic." Came a voice from the bottom of the stairs. Two boys wearing pajamas and Fred stood there listening. The boy why had commented just now had glasses and dark brown hair that stuck up in the back.

"Sams' the only witch not aloud to practice magic other then what muggles' call Wicca." Charley explained to the watchful eyes.

"Why not." Said the boy with the brown hair.

"You'll have to find that out on your own." Charley continued. Murmurs suddenly erupted all around them. Sam felt over crowed and got up. People in the room stopped what they were doing and watched her.

"Will – you – all – just – stop!" Stammered Sam, now shaking from rage.

Slamming her hands on the table Sam left the Kitchen and headed for the front door. Not watching what she was doing she knocked into a coat hanger. Even after it fell to the ground Sam never stopped, she just bee lined herself to the front door.

Outside was cool and crisp. The sun hadn't heated anything up, so Sam felt cool and refreshed. Closing her eyes, Sam leaned back on the steps where she sat. Letting her thoughts drift she never noticed the faint footsteps and the person sitting next to her. A hand gentle brushed her shoulder. Jerking upright Sam came face to face with the brown haired boy.

"Sorry." He exclaimed.

"What for?" Sam retorted.

"For what I said, I know I shouldn't be so rude it's just, I don't trust strangers that easily. If you get what I mean." He smiled at Sam and something there told her he was a pure soled person.

"What's your name?" Sam asks him tilting her head to one side, allowing her shades to slide down her nose.

"Harry, Harry Potter." He held out his hand towards her. She took it.

"Well it's nice to meet you Harry Potter."

Letting go of his hand, Sam swivels to face the opposite direction, afraid that her gift might kick in and scare Harry. Sam found that she was the most cursed person in the whole history of the world. Having accidentally seeing hell when she was six and then losing her soul. Sam never could stand feeling other peoples' souls since then. She had the horrible ability to control them. To twist and curve them at will. Though at times she would lose control and people would get hurt.

Shocked by her sudden jerk away from him, Harry gets up and starts going inside. Something about that hand shack stirred something up inside him, like anger of pure hatred. Thinking that he may be worrying himself excessively over the whole Voldimort thing.

The front door made a soft clicking nose telling Sam that she was all alone. Swinging her legs over the stairs, Sam wandered away from the house towards a field, feeling that she might regret coming here. When the voice of her friend in her head comforts her.

"Hey hour-glass. Penny for your thoughts? Hee, hee lame joke I know." Ever since they where friends Sam and Charley could always communicate this way between each other. They called in Telepathy. It was rare for a witch or wizard to have this gift. Actually, no witch or wizard 'can' have this gift. Thought Sam could use it. She never asked why. She just did.

"Stop making jokes then." Sam thought back to her friend.

"Can't help it, runs in the family. Speaking of family. I've just learned that we're to stay here with the Weasley family until we have to go to Hogwarts. What?" Sam was grumbling mentally, obviously unpleased by what she heard.

"OH, so I'm suppose to just stay here for a week with people who think I'm a freak! No thank you. I'll go find a hotel to stay in until..." She abruptly stopped her train of thought as a loud popping noise comes from behind her. Spinning around she comes face to face with the man in the picture she use to say hi to every morning. Shocked and startled by his sudden appearance out of nowhere, Sam loses her footing and fall backwards.

Catching her half way between her fall, Sirius smiles at the youth who he startled.

"Sorry about that, a little rusty on the landings." He explains to Sam.

"That's okay." Sam murmurs. She was taken away be his smile. That smile that her inherited. Gaping a bit at him, he pats her on her shoulder and turns towards the house. Sam fallows him at a bit of a distance.

"Charley you ass, you knew he was coming didn't you." Sam sent to her friend as she walked into the house after Sirius.

"Now if I told you everything that happened in the world around you, that wouldn't be much fun. The unknown is what makes life so amazing. And yes I knew he was coming, don't be giving me that face." Sam walked into the kitchen scowling at Charley. She punched him in the arm making him cry out slightly.

"Hey don't be beating up anybody." Said a voice beside her.

"Huh?" Sam said bewildered at who just said that.

"Hi the names Remus Lupin." Said a lanky man a couple inches taller then she was. He extended his hand. Sam looked down at it and recalled what nearly happened earlier. Huffing at him, she sits down next to Charley.

"That wasn't very nice of you Samantha." Exclaimed the stout woman. Leaning closer to Charley and using her telepathy she inquires about the names of the people in the room.

"Hmmm, well you already know Hermione and Harry. The girl next to Hermione wearing the pink tank top is Ginny. Um... all the people with red hair are Weasleys'. So the boy next to Harry is Ron or Ronald, then you already know Fred and George. Oh and their older brother Bill over there, he's the one now talking with Sirius, your dad of course."

"Don't be stupid Charley. If that can be helped."

"I'm getting to it. The stout lady is Mrs. Molly Weasley. The last red head is her husband, Arthur Weasley."

"No, yah figure."

"The fellow talking with Lupin whom you were rude to."

"You know why and don't give me shit about it okay."

"Fine, fine. Back to the people... The fellows' name is Mad-eye Moody"

"WOW that's origaaa..." Just then Moody turns around and his magical eye comes into plain view. "Well never mind then..."

"Aw don't feel bad... yah never do... There was another lady in here, but I can't... oh there she is." Charley points to a lady on the other side of Ginny, whose face was changing.

"I suddenly feel very normal around these people." Sam sighs heavily.

"Well that's only half the reason you should be feeling comfortable around these people. When you left I told them; nothing about your family of course; but how you have the ability to control souls and shadows. Yah know that whole touched hell and now wanders around as a living part of hell its self."

"How'd they take that?"

"Not that bad, well I already knew that they would take it okay."

"I sense there's something else you're going to tell me." Sam sighs again, this time grabbing the attention of people around her. Not noticing them Charley and Sam continue their conversation.

"You'll like this part, the Order you told me about has agreed to protect you. They even have body guards for you."

"I don't need any."

"I know, I told them that. But they said it's better if they have someone watching over you, just in case."

"Dick head. I can take care of myself." Sam punches Charley harder in the arm. Not know that almost everyone in the room is now watching them with interest.

"Hey I told them that. I even told them your little free ride with a go chart. Hee, hee. You should have seen their faces. I mean it was priceless. Well after I explained what a go chart was that is. Ummm, Sam have you noticed how quiet it's gotten?"

"Yes. I think the crowd's watching. Shall we?"

"Ladies first." Closing her eyes Sam opens her mind to everyone in the room. Some are easier to enter then others. After a few minutes, all the minds in the room are linked with hers'. Charley grasps her hand adding to her power. Then she does something that takes them all a back.

"BOO." She shrieks loudly in her mind. Everyone in the room jumps in panic and looks around to see where the noise came from. Only one person keeps looking at Sam and Charley. Hermione. The mind link that Sam made with everyone moments before dissipates. Smiling to herself Sam leans over and says aloud so that everyone could hear but was directed to Hermione.

"Yes ladies and gentlemen that was I." She smirks. Pleased with herself Sam feels that she could welcome any threat.

"How?" Hermione asks her. Some people murmur the same while others wait to hear Sams, explanation.

"It's called telepathy. I think my knowledgeable friend here told you my little gift thing. That's just a small portion of what I can do. And now that everyone is well aware that I don't need a body guards, I'll be asking where my things are." Mrs. Weasley answered her question and Sam went to the second floor where Ginny's room was located.

"That wasn't very nice of you to do that." Sam heard her friend in her thoughts.

"Yes, it was. But you helped so don't give me that crap. Oh ask when would be a good time to get my things would yah. I'm going to finish that spell I was working on." She opens the door to a dark room, blocking her mind from her friend so that he would disturb her again.

Hours drip by and only twice was Sam bothered by anyone in the household. The first time was when Ginny and Hermione came in and got dressed and the second time was when Sam was sleeping during lunch and Hermione came to ask if she was hungry. Other then those two times, Sam had a very quiet day.

Around dinnertime, Sam came down stairs to grace everyone in the household with her presence. They all smiled and said, "How are you" when she took a seat at the end of the table. She hadn't brushed her hair from her nape, or even fully changed either. Still wearing her black tank top and silk black pajama pants, Sam ran her figures through her hair.

Grabbing a small dinner for herself, Sam left the table with her plate and wandered around the main floor. Eating and walking Sam examined the clock that had the Weasley family heads on it. Poking it with her fork before moving on, Sam never noticed a pair of dark eyes on her.

When dinner was over people began to say farewell and file out of the house or upstairs to bed. Sam lingered in what seemed to be a living room while the kitchen began to get emptier by the minute. Mrs. Weasley was the only person left in the kitchen when Sam brought her plate back. As she was heading towards the stairs, Mrs. Weasley stopped her.

"Deary, is something troubling you?" Mrs. Weasley asked in a caring tone.

Shacking her head no, Sam answered her. "Nothing you could help me with I'm afraid." Sam sauntered up to where Ginny's room was. Feeling not the least bit tried Sam entered the room quietly, picked up her writing book and waited till Mrs. Weasley was upstairs in her own room before heading back downstairs.

Holding a small lamp in her hand to light her way, Sam made her way to the living room. Taking a seat in an armchair free from knitting, Sam opened her Writing book. Pressing her hand on the blank page, she tested it before thinking about her entry. Use her telepathy Sam thought the days date.

August 23rd. When it showed up on the page she continued her entry.

I got the 'The Borrow' today. Funny place. The whole family that lives here have red hair. Speak of ironic. I saw him, my father. He looks different then the picture my mom has of him in the hall. I don't care, he's my father and that should be the only thing that counts.

Charley and I had a long conversation using our telepathy. Everyone that was here watched us at it. Then I scared them by linking my mind to there's for a moment. It was funny. I miss home a lot. I never thought I would care this much about my little brother. Yet I have my father here with me, yet I can't tell him. Hmmm maybe I'll ask Charley just this once to give me a glance into my future. Well I can't think of anything else to write.

Bye.

Sam leaned back in the armchair. Closing her eyes she closed the book. Foot steps told her that she wasn't alone. Keeping her eyes closed, Sam relaxed her muscles waiting for the foot steps to get closer. Just like she knew, the foot steps stopped right next to her. A husky voice rang through the quiet.

"Couldn't sleep?"

Opening her eyes and looking up, Sam sees the half engulfed face of her father. Looking away from him she keeps silent.

"What?" He probes on, obviously trying to make conversation.

"Nothing, my neck hurt that's all." Sam lied.

"Hey, I don't bit yah know." He smiled, even in this low light he still looked beautiful.

"Sorry."

"For what?" He asked.

"For the whole telepathy thing." Sam could tell why she was apologizing to him, she just felt she had to.

"Don't be. It was neat."

"Something on your mind?"

"A matter of fact, yes." Sirius takes a seat across from Sam so that they are now facing each other.

"Spill."

"Hermione told me at lunch that you remind her a lot like me. I asked her why she thought that and she just said that the two of us looked similar."

"So. There are a lot of people who look similar to other people."

"That's what I said." A clock some where in the house chimes, saying that it's twelve o'clock.

"Sirius, have you ever been married?" What ever brought that question up took both her and Sirius aback.

"Why do you ask that?"

Shrugging Sam picks up her writing book, leaving her lamp behind she walks cautiously back up to Ginny's room. Shivers run up and down her spine as she softly closes the door behind her. Forebody coursed through her veins. Sam didn't need Charley to tell her that something big was going to happen soon. Like Alice in wonderland chasing the white rabbit, Sam couldn't grasp what it was.