OMGSH! Thanks so much for your reviews, you guys:D And thanks to that one reviewer who KINDLY informed me that Sam was a tad Mary-Sue. Well, a tad or more. - Anywho, I can totally see where Sam would be Mary-Sue. Please be kind and remember that this is me first HP fic and that I REALLY am trying hard to make her not so Mary-Sue as most of my other fics. (sighs deeply) Oh well. :D And thanks again to everyone.

Sorry that all my chapters skip around a lot. And this one's kinda short but dun worry- the next one will be niiiice and long, y'all:D

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Oh, right. I dun own HP... I wish I did though... TTTT

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Spell Five

And suddenly, she wasn't falling anymore.

Her eyes were clenched shut in fear and her body rigid from shock. She was still in the air- but not moving. The wind rushed around her face and she realized that slowly, ever so slowly, she was being lowered to the ground.

This caught Sam's attention. She opened her eyes and looked around her- she was only a few feet from the ground, now. Sam looked behind her and her eyes widened in fright and awe.

Her broomstick, once a plain old stick with twigs at the end, had graceful, pure white wings coming from the wood. She couldn't keep her eyes of off the wings as feathers spewed here and there, and as the broom gently dropped her to the grass, she stayed in her original position, sitting upright on the broom.

Harry and Ron had landed and rushed over beside the kneeling girl. Hermione was in the grass beside her.

"Um…" Sam looked up at them from the ground, "What just happened?"

"Professor,"

Professor McGonagall turned around and looked into the eyes of her smartest student.

"Hermione. What can I do for you?" the professor asked, smiling.

"I- have… Have you ever heard of a spell called Vimuku?" Hermione blushed.

The professor paused, "Yes. A very long time ago… Why? Did someone use it?"

"Well-" Hermione faltered.

"Don't tell her that Sam said it," Harry had said, "She doesn't even remember saying it."

"I read about it, somewhere." Hermione muttered.

Hermione looked down and Professor McGonagall looked at her curiously as a shadow in a corner of the room flickered out of existence.

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"A dance!" Sam whisper/shouted.

"Yeah, it's supposed to be like the Yule Ball-" Harry started.

"The … What Ball?" Sam looked dubious.

Harry sighed, "Shut up and listen. It's only for Sixth and Seventh years and it's the anniversary of Hogwarts."

"Oh. You people have dances for anniversaries? Oh, wait. We have dances for those kinds of things, too." Sam laughed, embarrassed,as Harry, Ron and Hermione sighed in unison.

It had been a while since her strange spell, and Sam was taking it rather well, actually. In fact, she completely forgot even saying the word. All she could remember was terror and then the wings on her broom. Of course, she thought it all strange as hell, but, finding no plausible explanation for it, shoved it to the back of her brain.

"Bugger, I hope Mum doesn't send me those bloody dress robes from the other year," Ron sighed as Harry and Hermione hid grins.

"Personally, I hope she does. It was really quite funny, seeing you lounge about in the butt-ugly thing," Ginny, who was passing by, said.

"Were they really that ugly?" Sam asked and they nodded.

Grinning, Sam waved to her friends and walked to the girl's dormitory and to her and Hermione's room. She rummaged through her belongings for her spelled laptop and pulled it open to email her parents of her latest discoveries.

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"You know, after a while, this really does get a tad bit boring," Sam muttered.

She and Malfoy had been screaming at each other again when Sam stopped it.

"I have an idea. You know that dance coming up?" he nodded, "If a girl asks you to go with her to the dancy, you win. If a guy asks me to go to the dancy, you win. Whoever gets asked first, wins." Sam proposed, but quietly, so no one could hear.

"Fine, just get ready to lose." He warned.

"But you can't tell anyone about it, or else you automatically lose." Sam muttered and lay her head down on her desk, ready to sleep through another class.

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"You did what now?" Hermione asked Sam as they got ready for bed.

"Just a little challenge, you know. Little does he know, I've already won." Sam smiled and yawned.

"You mean someone's asked you?" Hermione asked excitedly, "Who?"

"What? Oh, Lord, Hermione. Who'd ask me to a dance?" she laughed, "I'm sure Skittles would come with me if I asked."

"…You're going to take a fox to a dance…?" Hermione looked dubious.

"Ohhhh yeah. It's gonna be fun!" Sam laughed again and hopped onto the top bunk, "All the kids back in Maine used to take their familiars to dances- they're such wonderful dancers."

Hermione gave her a dubious look before picking up a large book and flipping it open. Sam smiled and shimmied beneath the covers and rolling over on her side. It was going to be ver-r-r-y interesting to see the outcome of her crazy challenge.