Disclaimer: All I know is that anything that you have read in the Harry Potter books is not my own. Therefore by process of elimination the only things I own are Sam and his mother.

Chapter one: The good side of Magic

"Sam?" Marian walked into her son's room quietly, as to not wake him. Lately he had been very stressed about something, but he would not let her know why. He had never been the same after his father died, but Sam had promised her that he would make the best of life.

Marian walked over to Sam's bed and rested her hand on his shoulder. Sam was breathing in and out peacefully. "At least you can find peace in your dreams." She said as she kissed his cheek. He turned ever so slightly, but did not wake. She smiled. She watched her son sleep and really took in how much he had changed since that fateful day. He seemed much more worn down than he used to be. Marian wiped away a tear as it flowed down her cheek.

As she stood to leave Sam's eyes opened. He was staring straight at the ceiling with a frown placed on his lips. "Are you always sad when you think about me, mum?"

"Oh no dear," She tried to reassure him. "You are the one thing in my life that does make me happy." Sam nodded and turned his head to face her.

"You cry all the time. I hear you."

"Sam why don't you get dressed and come down stairs when you are done. I have something to show you, something that should make you very happy." Sam laughed at the irony of what she said, but slowly sat up in his bed. He set his hand down and ran it across his bed to the edge and pushed himself up. He stood there to get his balance and then walked slowly forward, running his hand along side the edge of his desk and dresser. He stopped right before his closet and ran his hand down the knob and pulled it open. His mother, getting his point, left him to himself.

Meanwhile, his mother; who was now downstairs, was cooking breakfast. She hummed songs as she scrambled Sam's eggs and poured him some milk for when he came downstairs. Oh how she loved her son.

"Mum?" Marian turned around and watched her son stand in the doorway. Tears ran down her cheek, she loved him loads more than anyone could imagine, but seeing him every morning stare past her rather than at her was like daggers in her heart. Sam rand his hand along the wall as he walked into the homely looking kitchen. He stopped and then groped for the kitchen table. He knew that his mum had moved it over in order to rearrange the things on the left wall. Normally he wouldn't have to guess where it was.

Marian grabbed her son's hand and led him to the table and pulled out his chair, lovingly helping him into the chair. "Mum, I can do it myself, but thanks anyway."

"You're welcome dear." She laced his plate on the table in front of him and set down the glass of milk. She guided his hand to his cup and the other to his fork.

"I hate this mum, I can't do anything myself and I am sixteen."

"I know sweetie, but that's why I wanted you up so early."

"Why?"

"You'll see." She said happily. Sam once again laughed at the irony. "Albus?" A man with a long white beared, half moon glasses, and shinning maroon robes walked into the kitchen. Sam knew the name, but every time he thought about him and the place he's associated with it angered him. "Sam we have good news for you."

"Oh really, well if it has nothing to do with me being able to do the things I should have been able to do since birth I don't want to hear it." Sam snapped. Marian picked up his hand and turned it so his palm was facing up. Sam felt her put something in his hand, but had not the slightest idea what it was.

"Mum?"

"These, Sam, will give you the opportunity of a life time." The elderly mad stated. "They will grant you the one thing you have wanted."

"H.. how? I d.. don't understand." After a minutes of explanation from the elderly man and his mother Sam walked into the bathroom, with help from his mother. He shut the door and felt around from the counter. He set the two things in his hand down on the counter and waited. He wasn't exactly sure if he wanted all of this now that he was granted it. Sam took a deep breath and felt around for them and picked them up again. He slowly placed the first small ball against his first eye and then the second to his other. In a matter of seconds he was no longer standing stably in front of the counter, but now leaning back against the wall as dizziness consumed him. He was breathing hard and had now clamped his eyes shut. His hand was clenched against the corner of the wall as he waited for the dizziness to go away, but he found that it already had. He pushed himself up. Now realizing that his eyes where still clamped shut he slowly opened them, not sure if he was ready for what he would find. He found himself no longer staring into a fuzzy blackness, but his own face. He raised his hand up and ran is across his cheek. He had never imagined himself with a face before and now he could hardly imagine himself looking the way he did. He stared into the mirror, taking in every bit of what he looked like, the bed head sandy brown hair, his enchanting sparkling blue eyes, his tanned skin, all of it. It was so new to him. He turned on his heel and opened the bathroom door and stepped out to see his mother, to actually see his mother. He ran up to her and hugged her. For the first time in his life he could see.