I am SO sorry! I forgot the disclaimer!

BAD MICHI anyways

Disclaimer-I don't own any of the characters unless uve never heard there names in the

book…then I own them

BOOM!

Hagrid burst through the door of the tiny shack where the Dursleys were staying.

"'ello 'Arry"

"Who are you?" Harry asked, confused.

"I'm Hagrid. 'nd I'm here ter take ya ter get yur things yu'll be needin' fer school"

"Why?"

"Why? Why ter get yur things fer Hogwarts, course you know all 'bout Hogwarts"

"No, I can't say I do"

"What?" Hagrid exclaimed while glaring at the Dursleys, "yur a wizard, Harry"

"I can't be a wizard. I'm just Harry, Just Harry"

(A/N the author was too lazy to refrence her book for this scene and im making this a couple of days after Harry's real birthday instead of his actual birthday!)

Samantha burst in to the Shack and gave the Dursleys the dirtiest look she could muster and walked over to Harry.

"Happy slightly late Birthday Harry!" she exclaimed entirely out of breath. She walked over and sat on his left side as Hagrid was currently on his right and handed him a cupcake. Sam started fishing around in her pocket and pulled out a candle just as Harry was about to take a bite. Before he could she gently took it out of his hands, stuck in the candle, lit it, and handed it back.

"Happy Birthday, Harry!" she said, and then she hugged him.

Sam arrived a little earlier then usual at platform 9 ¾. She usually arrived late so she was on time this year.

She met up with her friends Angelina Johnson, a very pretty tall girl with caramel colored skin and Alicia Spinnet, a much shorter paler girl. Sam was the shortest of the three. She was just barely five feet tall, and though she wasn't as dark as Angelina she was darker then Alicia. They helped one another get their trunks in the train and saved themselves a compartment.

After a while the three got bored of the train and stepped out for a moment to find that the Weasley twins were just walking onto the platform, and that Lee had arrived and apparently had a large spider in a box he was using to scare first years. Ron, the youngest Weasley was walking through to the platform he Sam noticed Harry. She ran up and hugged him.

"Sam...I can't breathe!" he gasped.

"So sorry Harry! I see you found your way onto the platform then?" she grinned.

"Yeah, well, not by myself…this red-headed woman helped me out."

"Oh you mean…her?" Sam asked pointing a Mrs. Weasley.

"Yeah, her!"

"Oh that's Mrs. Weasley. I'm friends with her sons Fred and George. I think she has a son going in to first year. Ron? Yes, it's Ron."

"Yeah, they actually weren't all 'Oh, my God! Its Harry Potter!'"

"They probably didn't notice because they would've brought you straight to me if they'd known" Sam told him.

"Great so now you're stalking me?" Harry said sarcastically while rolling his eyes

"Exactly! Now get on the train, midget!"

"Hey who are calling a midget?" Harry asked grinning. Sam shook her head and she and Harry went to get on the train.

"Hey, Sam!" chirped Angelina Johnson, "I know how you can hide your scar!"

"How?" groaned Sam. She had said something once, once about how she hated people looking at, talking about, or touching her scar, and now her best friend Angelina was determined to find a way to hide it.

"Cover-up!"

"Just so you know Angie. I really do appreciate the fact that you care so much, but honestly, we've been here for about…hmmm… what was it again? Oh, yeah! TWO YEARS! Even if they can't see my scar they know it's there. Besides eventually they'll get bored of asking me how evil my dad was and poking my face."

"Still…Hey! Maybe I could find a charm that could cover it! Like a glamour charm!"

"And maybe if you're wand goes anywhere near my face I'll hurt you." Sam replied with a false happy-girly voice.

"Hmm….or maybe-" Angelina was cut off, yet again, by Sam

"You could shut-up because it's freaking 12 A.M.?" she asked hopefully

"No! I really feel as if you're not taking advantage of this school! WE'RE PARENT FREE!"

"Okay, I've been 'parent-free' for as long as I can remember, and if you swear to shut- up…I'll go out wandering, after hours with you Friday night. Ok?"

Angelina considered a moment, "Fine"

"Yes."

"Hey do you wanna play a game of have you ever?"

"ANGELINA JOHNSON SHUT-UP BEFORE I GET OUT OF BED AND MAKE YOU!"

Finally Alicia groaned, got up from across the room, walked over to Angelina's bed and shoved her off.

"Hey! I was laying there!"

"Key word-was," mumbled Alicia, "I've decided that for tonight I'm sleeping here."

"Isn't that partially my choice?"

"No, and besides it's for your own good you and Sam are, like, about to kill each other."

"We were not. And gimme back my bad and SAMANTHA BLACK WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LAUGHING ABOUT!"

Just then Professor McGonagall burst in to there dorm room.

"That's quite enough, ten points from Gryffindor, go to sleep! NOW!"

"But—"

"Fifteen points,"

"Nice job, Johnson," Samantha chuckled, "Golf-clap!"

The next morning Sam, Angelina, and Alicia got up extremely late. They frantically got dressed and sprinted in to the Great Hall. They each got a piece of toast with out anything on it and ran back out the doors to their classes and just made it to Potions.

"10 points from Gryffindor, each," said Professor Snape coolly.

"But – why? We're on time," Snapped Same.

"Because, I don't ever want you bursting in to my classroom like that ever again. Oh, yes and another 5 points for questioning me."

"Well it is typical for a Professor to give a reason for taking away house points," Sam said, hatred spilling out of her words. She didn't know why, but Professor Snape really didn't like her. And it wasn't even because she didn't do her homework. He had hated her the second she sat down…maybe it was the tattoos…most teachers weren't very pleased with that…or maybe it was the fact that her Uncle, James Potter and her dad, Sirius Black, had given Snape hell from the second he walked in to Hogwarts to the second he left.

"Well, it is typical for a Professor to give detention to students who can't hold their tongues though, I'm sure, because of your endlessly thick skull the message will not sink in with one detention, and so, you will have detention with me every night for the rest of the month."

Sam made a face as Snape turned his back and sat down next to George Weasly who gave her a high-five under the table for standing up to Snape.

"I can't believe it!" roared George. Making a few 5th years look at him pointedly before going back to their conversations.

"What?" asked Lee who was entirely lost.

"Snape gave her detention the night of the Gryffindor-Ravenclaw match!" said Fred, equally as outraged as George.

"Oh."

"Oh no…here comes Oliver…He's not even captain yet! He's so fucking Qidditch obsessed and I don't think I can take him going on about it now.," moaned Sam, "'blah blah blah you must think about the team Sam! You're our best chaser! HOW ARE WE GOING TO REPLACE YOU?'" She mimicked in a high-pitched voice.

"Exactly! How dare he take away Quidditch! HOW DARE YOU SNAPE!" bellowed Fred, who obviously was not paying attention at all.

Sam elbowed Fred, "As much as I hate Snape don't be so loud about it! It's dinner no an 'I Hate Snape Convention', that's next week," she grinned, "and I can always be at the next one granted I'm not being stupid in Minnie's class."

Of course McGonagall took this chance to walk past where George, Fred, Lee, Sam, Alicia, and Angelina were sitting.

"Miss Black, did you just refer to me as 'Minnie' after I specifically told you not to today in class?"

"Umm…maybe…" Sam said slowly, "Okay. Fine. Yes I did. But if I can't call you Minnie or Mins or Mc's can I call you Gonnie?"

McGonagall gave her a stern look and walked away. Sam, feeling it was the thing to do stood up, started waving like a five year old with a look of delight upon her face, and screamed, "BYE MINNIE!"

"SAMANTHA BLACK!—" began Oliver, but he got a desecret punch in the stomach from Sam for calling her by her full name.

Needless to say Sam's first detention came much too soon. She went to the dungeons right at six.

"Black, you are to go in to my closet and rewrite, in legible handwriting, the labels on all my potions ingredients, and don't even think about taking any. I did an inventory check just before you came and will do one before you leave. If ANYTHING goes missing I will personally see to your expulsion from this school."

"Ok."

Snape glared, "Start, now"

"Ugh this is so boring. Oh well. It wasn't that bad."

"One more bottle will be enough Black."

"Yes! Just one more…" she stretched up her arm as high as she could to reach the shelf with the next bottle. She grabbed it and brought it down. Inside this last bottle was some substance that changed colors. Great there's not a label! I'll just get another…on second thought if I reach up there again the whole self's probably going to come down on me!

"Umm…Professor?"

"What?" Snape snapped.

"There's no label," she said hotly in reply.

"That one doesn't need a label. Get a different one, label it, and go."

"Fine."

She went back and walked carefully past the magical fire sitting in a bowl on the ground illuminating the storage room and went to put up the bottle of… whatever it was when—

CRASH

The shelf had shook. Several ingredients fell, but Sam was able to stop the shelf itself from falling. Some of the ingredients had fallen in to the fire along with the color-changing bottle. Sam stood for a moment to catch her breath. Then she realized the fire had gone out and a strange potion was in the bowl. She leaned down to take a look.

"Lumos" She wasn't stupid enough to touch what ever it was. It was a deep blue and it continued to bubble though there was no heat.

"What now, Black?"

And that was the last thing she heard before she was sucked in to the blow and began to fall through the fabric of time.

HAHA can you say cliff-hanger?

Heh

New chapter….Wednesday? maybe if im lucky Monday

Later

Michi