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Spell 4-

And so, the weeks passed. Samantha and her comrades grew closer as a month went by. Though boring, the month taught Samantha much about friendship and magic.

However, Samantha knew, something was bound to happen while she was there. Something exciting.

And something exciting certainly did happen. Let's start a week or so before, shall we?

"SHUT UP!"

"DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT YOU INFERIOR PATRIOT!"

"That… was pathetic. We're not having an American Revolution, you know."

Malfoy turned red with anger and looked ready to hit her when Professor Tonks walked into the classroom. Samantha turned with a smile to Tonks and walked calmly back to her seat next to Harry (who, by the way, was stifling giggles).

There's two.

What? Samantha looked down at the fox sitting in her lap.

Two heartbeats. The woman is pregnant.

…So?

But Skittles didn't reply, just sat looking at her pointedly. Sam sighed and looked slyly over to Malfoy: his face was still red and he was pouting from the aftermath of his verbal abuse. She sighed once more after a pang in her head told her that she should be paying attention… or that she should ask for more Advil from her mother.

Her head in her hands, Samantha turned back to Tonks, who was explaining some new disarming spells. She couldn't help but look back over at Draco, who was glaring at her, and stick out her tongue in a playful manner.

I wonder whose child it is…

Her mate is not in this school.

Oh? How do you know this?

I have a much better nose. The smell is slightly feral, actually.

"Really?" Sam muttered aloud, unknowingly.

Harry looked at her funny until she met his eyes and grinned. The boy sighed; his life certainly had changed since Sam arrived. She was flipping crazy. In a good way, of course.

Actually, after the first few weeks, Sam had started to hang around –well, he couldn't quite call it hanging as much as torturing- Draco Malfoy. The two seemed to absolutely loathe each other in a way that Harry could relate to – except that Sam was much more playful than mean.

"Class dismissed!" Sam's head shot up again as Tonks let out her class.

"Lunch! YES!" Sam shouted in glee.

Harry stood casually and followed Sam through the crowd of hungry Hogwarts students. They swam through the sea of flesh and into the dining hall, at which the two sat down beside Hermione and Ron.

"How's your day going so far?" Sam asked Hermione as the two reached for some chicken.

"Pretty good, thanks. Yours?" Hermione replied.

"Meh. S'okay."

"Meaning you ended up screaming at Malfoy, I'd guess." Ron said pointedly.

"Yeah." Sam said with a small smile.

"Sam, you really should be careful though. He's a very powerful wizard." Hermione warned her friend.

"I hear he's in cahoots with You-Know-Who!" Ron whispered.

"Who?" Sam inquired.

"You know!" Harry nudged her, "That… wizard we discussed?"

"Oh! Lord Vold-" all three slapped their hands over her mouth before she could say his name as if it would fit in a casual conversation.

After they were all off of her, Sam replied, "He has done nothing to worry me. He's of no threat to me."

The other three exchanged looks, thinking back on all the things Draco had done to them. Which was a lot, actually.

Once she finished lunch, Sam doodled on her leg with her favorite pen until they were dismissed and sent to their next classes, which, for Sam, was a Study Hall. She skipped up to Gryffindor dormitory and attempted to do her homework, her mind constantly wandering.

She ended the study by falling asleep on a notebook full of doodles and dreams. When she finally awoke, she realized that she had accidentally slept through Charms and began to collect her stuff for Divination.

Samantha met up with Harry and Ron before entering, "Have a study next?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," they both replied.

"Hey," Harry started and Sam sighed.

"No, Harry." She said.

"C'mon, Sam! It'll be fun!" Ron interjected.

"Ah ha ha ha. I love letting a twig let me know if I fly or snap my neck."

"It's not like that Sam," Harry sighed in unison with Ron.

"Whatever, I'll come watch again but on the ground is where I'll stay." Sam began to climb the ladder into Professor Trelawny's classroom.

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"Saa-aa-aa-m!"

"No."

"C'mon Sam! Just once! Low to the ground and everything!"

"You can use my Firebolt!"

Sam turned to the two wizards, "No. Means. No."

"I'll give you two chocolate frogs..." Harry bargained.

"Sold. Get me a broom." Sam looked at Harry expectantly, who drew forth a broom from the school (Sam refused to use Harry's broomstick. She seemed very sure it would break).

She followed suit as Harry and Ron swung a leg over the broom and sat down. The three kicked off, Sam straggling behind.

"This isn't worth the chocolate…" she muttered as she slowly followed the flying boys.

"You know you like it, Sam." Ron lagged and hovered beside her as she stopped momentarily.

"Hey, Hermione!" Harry waved to a small, bushy-haired blob below.

"Sam- don't look-" Ron warned the American- but it was too late.

"OHMYFREAKINGGOD! I'M THAT HIGH UP!"

"Sam! Don't lose concentration or you'll…." As Harry began to speak, Samantha began to fall, "…drop"

"OSHITOSHITOSHITOSHIT!" Sam cried swearing vividly in the moment.

She was falling, the wind rushing wildly all around her. She couldn't think- couldn't breathe. All that came to mind was a blurry image of wings.

Give in.

No. I- I can't. I'm too afraid!

Give in. Listen to me. I've always been here- have you a reason not to trust me?

…yes…

Just listen, and listen well. There is a word you can say that will protect you… this time.

Well then what the hell is it!

You already know what it is! There's no need to be rude.

What is it?

"Vimuku."

Say it again! Do you want to die?

"VIMUKU!"

And suddenly, she wasn't falling anymore.

--End Spell 4