A/N: I feel obligated to say something stupid. I'm making this up as I go alone. WOW that was so lame. Shoot me, shoot me now please. Ummm... yah here's the next chapter. Whoot.
OH this chapter is dedicated to what happened when Sam wasn't in the house and what happened while she was cat napping in Ginny's room. This chapter is meant to better explain what exactly Samantha is.
Chapter: On lookers.
"Two weeks Ron, Two." Harry complained.
"I know, I know." Ron exclaimed waving his arms in the air.
The two were in Ron's room waiting for the new guests to arrive. They had received an Owl from Harry's godfather the day before telling them that, two guests from Salem would be coming to stay at the Burrow. It was more like a warning. Though Harry just couldn't shake the feeling that Sirius was hiding something from him.
The two boys sat there playing wizard chess; still in their pajamas; nervously waiting for someone to call them down.
After a brutal game where Ron beat Harry to a pulp, Fred came up and called the two down to breakfast. Replying that their guests have arrived.
"Out of the frying pan and into the fire, hey Harry." Ron nudged Harry as they made their way down to the kitchen.
"It's muggle Magic." Was the first thing Harry and Ron heard as they got to the bottom of the stairs.
A girl with black silky hair and pale skin was sitting at the end of the Kitchen table.
"You practice Muggle Magic?" Were the first words that came out of Harry's mouth, even before he could stop himself.
The girl turned and faced him. Eyeing him like a vulture, Harry felt Ron shiver next to him.
"Sams' the only witch not aloud to practice magic other then what muggles' call Wicca." Harry heard this word some where before, but even as the boy sitting next to the girl said it, it sounded foreign.
"Why not." Harry asked, now just a bit curious.
"You'll have to find that out on your own." The boy answered him. Murmurs around the table told Harry he'd regret this later. Then Ron stood on his foot as the girl got up from her seat.
"Will – you – all – just – stop!" She stammered obviously angry. She stormed off towards the front door, knocking over the coat hanger.
Now feeling just a bit guilty for what he'd done, Harry headed towards the front door. Not before he heard the boy say something to him.
"She's not human anymore Harry. Be careful." Was all he said.
Harry now feeling a little unsettled by this walked down the steps next to the girl. Watching as she was leaning back with her eyes closed he sat himself next to her. She looked so beautiful just sitting there, he didn't have the heart to disturb her but he felt he needed to apologize none the less. Placing his hand on her shoulder Harry saw as she opened her eyes and turned to face him. Her eyes scared him. An unnatural mixture of colors but the longer he looked the more he just wanted to stare at them.
"Sorry." He told her.
"What for?"
"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 felt her gaze upon him grow harmer somehow the air did to.
"What's your name?" She asked him tilting her head so that the shades she was wearing slid down her nose a little, show Harry the true colors of her eyes.
"Harry, Harry Potter." He held out his hand to her. She took it greatfully. A soft tugging came from the center of Harry's chest. It made him feel very light headed followed by a numbing feeling where he grasped her hand in his.
"Well it's nice to meet you Harry Potter."
She let go of his hand and sharply swiveled away from him. Harry had a deep urge to turn her around and hold her. Shacking his head he would ask her friend what was so different about her. Getting up Harry stalked back into the house.
Upon his arrival, a very disheveled Tonks landed in the Weasley's living room fallowed by Lupin, Mad-eye Moody and Sirius.
Helping Tonks to her feet Harry joined the others at the kitchen table, where they all pressed the girls friend into telling them what the girl was. He only smiled and continued to fill a plate with scrambled eggs and bacon. When at last people were giving up on getting him to talk they all began to fill plates much like he did with their breakfast.
Harry noticed that Lupin wasn't eating anything and neither was Sirius. Picking up his plate and wandering over to where the two were standing in conversation, Harry poked Sirius in the back of the head.
"Huh? Oh, Hi Harry." Sirius replied when he saw who was poking him.
"So why are you guys here? Dumbledore send you?"
"Yes Dumbledore did send us by the way." A gentle chough interrupted everyone's light chatter.
The boy stood abruptly, clearing his throat.
"Those who've heard me warn Mr. Potter here about my poor friend, and those who have just come in. I need to tell you all something very important about Samantha."
"Besides that she isn't human." Commented Hermione. "And that you may not be either?"
He laughed lightly like he expected her to say that. "Well I'm human but Sam... well that's another story. To make it short. She lost her soul when she was a little girl. How I don't think I have the right to tell you that." He raised his hand to stop anyone from speaking. "Please just let me finish. Sam doesn't know for sure what happened to her those years ago. Just like Mr. Potter she, at times feels and sees into the mind of the one who took her soul. I know things that had happened, will happen and are happening. Sam's childhood is the only thing I don't know. That's what makes her not human. How could I explain this to you simpler." He pauses and walks back and forth before face them all again. "Sam's death. Or a part of death." Silence filled the room after this.
Moments later people began talking.
"Bley me." Ron whispered.
"Wow." Replied the twins together.
Everyone else just talked amongst themselves. Charley looked around catching snippets of talk here and there.
"With a gift like that I think we should have the order watch over her." Mrs. Weasley commented to Bill and her husband. Other people had the same idea as Mrs. Weasley, though not as similar. Charley looked directly at Harry smiling.
"Go ahead and ask Harry." He said, getting everyone's attention. They all looked at Harry wondering what he was going to ask.
"Has... has she ever lost control? I mean over her powers." He blurted.
"She's never had control over it Harry. She never will." Sighing the boy sat down closing his eyes. Harry stared at him recalling the tugging feeling he had in his chest and his sudden urge to touch her, to hold her.
"Yes Harry. That is her gift." He opened his eyes and looked up at him from his seat. "Only those who have telepathy no matter how strong can feel that tug." People sitting around the table and standing looked from Harry to the boy and back again.
Shuffling from foot to foot Harry started to feel very uncomfortable under everyone's stare. He set his plate down and sat himself down next to Ron.
"Oh, Sirius can you pop up across the street and bring Sam here please." The boy asked kindly. "And pretend that you just got here. You'll learn why later." He explained.
Sirius gave him a funny look and disapperated from the room. Lupin turned to the boy.
"Who are you?"
"Charley Banks." Charley answered him forking the rest of his eggs.
Outside Sirius apperated near Sam. Startling her and making her lose her footing up the hill. Catching her half way between her fall, Sirius felt a slight overwhelming gladness fill him. He couldn't help but smile at her. Sudden numbness filled his arms where he held her. Quickly lifting her to her feet he let go of her.
"Sorry about that, a little rusty on the landings." He explains to Sam.
"That's okay." She murmurs to him. Her eyes were locked on his face. He looked at them for only a moment and his knees felt like they where going to buckle under him and his heart began to race. Patting her on the shoulder, he heads back towards to house. Not wanting look back at her he continues walking thinking back to what her friend had said. 'Sam's death...' The words sent shivers down his spine. '...Or a part of death...'
Reaching the house in what felt like years, Sirius was greatful for the noise of people. Sirius watched as Sam gave her friend a scowl then punch him in the arm. Lupin who was heading over to talk with Sirius stopped when he saw Sam punch her friend.
"Hey don't be beating up anybody." He said.
"Huh?" Sam said bewildered at who just said that.
"Hi the names Remus Lupin." Lupin replied, holding out his hand to Sam. Sirius was about to stop them from shaking hands recalling his own experience, when she just scoffed at the outstretched hand and sat down next to her friend.
Lupin looking very taken aback by her actions, turned to Sirius. They walked over to a corner where Moody was sitting. There Sirius recounted his little brush with Sams' uncontrollable gift.
"Sounds like she has the ability to stir lust in a person towards her." Moody commented as his magical eye buzzed around looking around the room.
"If that's so, she's got to be in treble danger." Lupin pointed out.
"What do you mean by that?" Sirius asked.
"Well if you think about it. If she uses that gift she could get anyone to do things for her, even become her faithful follower." Lupin explained.
"You heard the lad earlier. She has no control over her gift and never will." Moody implied.
"Moody your right. But then who does control her---" Lupin was cut off by Moody's hand raising to hush him. He pointed to the silent pair at the table. They had their heads together like they were talking, but no words came from their mouths. Sam's eyes made Moody stop their conversation and what seemed like everyone else as well. Sam obviously didn't see them watching.
The color in her eyes where swirling around like a moving picture or snake! Sirius and Lupin exchanged bewildered looks. Minutes slid by before Sam blinked and looked over at everyone. Her eyes remarkably returned to normal as if nothing ever happened, the next minute though a loud voice screamed in everyone's ears.
"BOO." Everyone looked around alarmed, except Hermione and Moody. They seemed to know that it was Samantha.
"Yes ladies and gentlemen that was I." She smirks. Her eyes grew suddenly cold and seductive. Drawing both Harry and Sirius in. Hermiones voice broke through the vindictive spell.
"How?" Her simple word warmed the air and Sam's eyes, somehow.
"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 Sams question. As she left the room the air where she was became warm and almost welcoming like the rest of the room.
The day went by as any other after that. Mr. Weasley and the other members of the order (except Sirius) left for work. School owls arrived shortly around 11 o'clock. A letter from Dumbledore addressed to Charley and book lists as usual.
As lunch slowly approached, things began to get a little more restless around the Burrow. Sirius stuck to the kitchen helping Mrs. Weasley and chatting with Harry. Time to time he would rub his arm where his scare from last year still throbbed.
Around noon, lunch was set and everyone was getting ready to eat. Mrs. Weasley sent Hermione to fetch Sam. Reluctant Hermione went up stairs to Ginny's room where there translucent guest stay hidden.
She knocked the door. Nothing. Therefore, Hermione knocked louder. Still nothing. Hermione knocked for a third time yet a little harder. This time though Hermione heard stirring from the other side of the door. Footsteps told her that Sam was headed for the door. Stepping back, Hermione greeted a disheveled Samantha. Wearing a black tank top and silk pajama pants, Sam glared at Hermione in great annoyance.
"Um... lunch is ready if you're hungry." Hermione stammered shyly.
Sam just slammed the door in her face.
"I'll take that as a no." Therefore, she walked down stairs to join everyone for lunch.
Lunch was a quiet a fare that consisted of the usual pumpkin juice, sandwiches and salad. Plates where cleared and people went back to their business.
Charley on the other hand beckoned Sirius over to the living room where they could speak privately.
"What is it Charley?"
"I know what happened to you when you caught Samantha."
"Really?" Sirius said taken aback.
"Yes, and I must warn you about the seriousness about the matter." Sirius looked at Charley like he was some old fart that had to much to drink. "This isn't a joke Sirius. She may have control over her telepathy but she most certainly doesn't over any of her other gifts." Charley now had Sirius sitting in a more serious position.
"Moody said that she might have the ability to stir lust in a person and that is what I felt. Was he right?" Sirius pondered.
"Yes that was what happened. Since you have the ability to change into an animal the power has a greater effect on you. So you must imagine what she would do to a person who's half animal..." He let that sink in. Moments past before Sirius spoke.
"So what you're saying is that if some one that is half human and half animal that the effect that she will have on them will be---"
"Hundred times greater." Charley finished for him. "Meaning if Lupin so much as bumps or shakes her hand, something will happen to him. Something that may not be so pleasant as just an urge of lust." Sirius nodded him head in agreement.
"I need to warn the order about this. Charley thank you." Concern edged on his voice. As Sirius got up and headed out of the living room Charley stopped him.
"Wait Sirius. There's something else I need to tell you about Samantha." Sirius swiveled around facing Charley.
"Yes?"
Suddenly Charley remembered the promise he made not a week ago to Samantha.
"Promise me you won't tell Sirius I'm his daughter. I want to tell him in my own way and when I think it's time." Sighing deeply Charley shook his head. "Nothing Sirius. I'll tell you later."
"Okay." He walked away.
Charley sat there for a long time just thinking. His gift was a curse to him, though he knew that God willed him to have it. Knowledge. Time. The ability to see ALL. Today was just one of those days he didn't want to know. For the rest of the afternoon he sat there in the living room, seeing the events that where to come and pain pored out of his eyes as the hours rolled by. No one noticed him sitting silently crying. 'What has fate done to you Samantha. My beautiful Samantha.'