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"What the FUCK!" What the fuck was going on. Sam's mother would have been ashamed of her, cursing like that. Sam's mother hated it when she cursed, her mother, she immediately started crying. Her mother's body on the floor, her mother's apron still on, her mother killed by a man who didn't even care, her mother's blood spilled everywhere.

She realized she was awake and inside a dark creepy room with a roaring fire right in front of her. She curled herself into a tight ball, cradling her head by her knees. Her mother would tell her to do this when she was scared and that she would feel all better.

She screamed with all her might wanting the world to go away. She lost herself in the finite infinity of her scream. Just letting the pressure build and build. When she stopped screaming the pressure left her. She just breathed in and out, panting.

Boots, the echo hollow, tock, banging inside her head. She turned to see, her mother's murder, smirking at her. He chuckled at her slowly turning head and pounce position on the floor.

She could feel a sense of power in the floor and her body. Springing she brought her hands out in front of her first. He brought out his stick thing again and she was back on the floor. Sam was so frustrated!

"Why would you do this, what do you want with me? Why? God fucking damn it why? Rahhhhh!"

He just stayed calmly there as his chuckling filled her ears, "huh, huh, huh, huh,… huh,".

After a few moments her voice rang in the empty chamber once again, "Why won't you answer the fucking question?"

His shoe started tapping on the floor, "I am here only because my master has told me to do this."

"And what does your fucking master want with me?"

Another voice entered the conversation this one however was much more snake like and hissed in her ear, it reminded her of ink. "His master wants you."

She turned and saw probably the most disgusting man in her life, red bulging eyes, thin lips, unnatural white color, sunk in cheeks, the nose was flattened to two slits, the eyebrows were pencil thin, and he was very tall. All in all he looked a lot like Michael Jackson. She backed up a little and felt just a little grossed out at just the looks of this man. He smiled showing perfect teeth. She forwent this first impression of him and saw him as her mother's murderer.

"What in the hell do you want with me?"

He smiled again and swirled into his cloak and he disappeared. What the hell, what was going on, where did he go? He was behind her; his weight was thrown behind her and onto her back. His arm wrapped around her, holding her chest. She gasped at his cold touch and fear that he was behind her.

"I want you." He whispered like a cold wind. His hand explored her chest, searching for her skin.

She rolled out of him and stumbled backwards. The floor felt cold as she fell downwards over her great big clumsy feet. He glided over the dark floor and stood tall, looking down upon her. She scrambled up and tried to counter him as he started to circle her. She looked frantically around as she tried to find her way out of this mess. All she could see was the darkness without bounds.

He pounced on her grabbing her neck and kissed her. His kiss wasn't wet or slimy just passionate as his lips moved hers back and forward. She pushed him away almost immediately, disgusted. How dare he, and yet she knew at the end of the night he would have more than just a kiss.

She looked around again trying to find a way out of here. He smirked at her looking severely pleased seeing her fear mount.

He took a stick thing out and muttered something. Her head was in the air, everything was gone, any worries, cares, even he wasn't there. Something inside her whispered to her, just kiss him. She felt another voice much more forceful in her head, fuck no. Just kiss him. Hell nah, are you fucking kidding me?

Wham, it felt like someone had put cold water in her face, back to reality. She was leaning into kiss him. Trying to back up to quickly she landed on the wall. This was a huge mistake; he followed her swiftly and held her to the wall.

Shoving her upwards he kissed her and squished her to the wall with his body. His mouth abused hers as he put her mouth in rough angles and she panted in and out.

Bang! She could hear something was happening outside. She was ripped back to where she was as his cold hands snaked up her stomach. She tried to nudge him out of this position but he held firm to her stomach. He was hurting her as bruises were etched into her stomach.

"Where is he?" Bang. The commotion was coming from outside the room. The man with the red eyes backed up slowly and withdrew into darkness and was gone. She receded into the shadows to find him to make sure he didn't appear behind her again. She couldn't feel him and lost herself in shadow.

With a bang she saw a man in the doorway with dark blue robes on. He had on gold glasses and an expression of hate. He had opened a door and light flooded the room. She backed away from him, afraid of what he might do to her. Panic rose inside her, he would be just like the others.

She scrambled away from him and curled into a ball against the back wall. He let her back up and didn't come towards her right away. His voice was gentle though as she heard him approach.

"I'm Albus Dumbledore and I don't wish to harm you in anyway. I know you're afraid of me and that's quite all right, but I swear I am not going to hurt you. Can you come out?"

I curled up even tighter, I was so scared. What did he want with me?

"Can you answer a few of my questions? What's your name?"

"Sam."

"Hello Sam. Who was in this room with you?"

I shuddered a bit and said, "A guy who looked liked Michael Jackson with red eyes."

"Okay. What did he do to you?"

"He made me kiss him."

"Anything else?"

I knew where he was going with that question. "No. He didn't do that."

"Okay. Was there anybody else?"

"Yes."

"Okay, what did they look like?"

"He had blonde hair and gray eyes."

"Okay. What did he do?"

"He killed my mother. I saw her on my kitchen floor. All the blood." I started crying again, my mom was dead. My best friend, practically, was dead.

"I'm sorry." He put his hand on my knee and it was pleasantly warm. He was all right, and nice, he wouldn't try to hurt me.

I felt an empty spiral in the middle of me that kept on swirling. He smiled and he had a sort of twinkling eye.

"It's alright." I thought of my mom again and threw my arms around Albus. I cried into his shoulder as he put his hands on my back lightly just patting me. I felt almost protected by him and I slowly stopped crying. I backed off of him and wiped of my tears. He held my shoulder as he helped me up.

Albus took out a stick thing. I turned sharply from him and backed away from him. Fear took over me as I saw him put it up.

He clearly said, "Anthera".

A flower came out of the tip of his stick thingy. It was a pretty Daisy.

"Here you are." Albus passed me the flower and smiled. I smiled too. I took the Daisy and looked at the bright petals.

I hesitantly asked Albus, "What is that?" I pointed to the stick thing.

He put it on the palm of his hand and said, "It's a wand."

"A wand." This thing could do magical things obviously. It was curious but I recognized it as just a tool. There was nothing wrong with a wand in of itself.

He took it back up in his hand and said something a teakettle that was jet black appeared out of nowhere. Then he said, "Portus".

He nodded to me and said, "When you touch this you'll travel to another place, but we need to touch this together. So on the count of three." I put out a finger to the black tea kettle and as soon as he said three touched it.

I saw a rainbow of color flash before me and I felt a bit nauseas. There was also something sharp behind my navel driving me forward. Then I felt ground beneath me again.