Chapter Four- There's About to be A What? A Girl Fight.
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter any more than I own a working ipod (which I don't because mine is a piece of crap)
Author's Note- yeah, I like this chapter. && I hope you do too. It's a tad creepy but that's a-okay
Recap:
"I swear to GOD, Draco Lucious Malfoy," it was getting closer. "If you ruin this for us, I will be forced to kill you...painfully," closer. Hermione and Ron stopped talking, they heard it too. "This is our only chance here," She stopped at the door. "Do not fuck it up... any of you." Then Samantha, Blaise, Draco, and Pansy all walked into the room.
Beaming, Samantha said, "Hey guys. Any chance of civil conversation in here?"
Story time:
"Doubtful, veryy doubtful.," Draco muttered. Samantha shot him a threatening glance, making him roll his eyes.
"Excuse my friend over there, the baboon has absolutely no manners," said Samantha, causing Hermione to laugh. "So, you know who those three over there are, but not me," she said with a sly smile.
"Well, who are you then?" Ron asked.
"I thought you all didn't care..."
"Oh, just tell them, for Christ's sake," Blaise said rolling his eyes at his friend.
"Ohh, fine. What would you like to know about me?" Samantha asked, eyeing the trio.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" Ron asked.
This caused Samantha to start laughing, "Samantha Parkinson. We've been here before."
"I recognize that tree," Pansy said laughing.
"Umm...ok? I meant who are you? Like, where did you come from?" Ron persisted, tired of her games.
"Ron...I think you should have that talk with your mother. Haha I am only kidding. I'm Pansy's cousin , friends with those losers over there. I am a witch, I'd say I am pretty good at magic, if I do say so myself," she said winking at Harry. He stared back, was she for real? "Okay...well yeah, you can call me Sammi, Sam, Samantha, that's what they call me, at least," she said nodding towards her friends.
"No...we call you retard," said Draco, famous smirk and all.
"Sticks and stones, ferret-face." replied Samantha punching him playfully on the arm.
Harry gave them a confused look, "You act like that towards one another and have no problems with it?" he asked raising his eyebrows.
Draco laughed, "You'd be surprised Potter," he said coldly.
"Soo...new topic, please," Samantha said, eager to avoid a fight.
"Well, I still wanna know about you, Samantha Parkinson," Harry said, eyeing her curiously.
"Well the-"
"HARRY!" someone shouted. Then in a whirl of red hair Ginny Weasly threw her arms around the green eyed Gryffindor.
"Ginny!" Harry said, "When did you get here?"
"Just now," she said, hugging her brother than Hermione. Then, noticing the four strange people in the room, she stopped dead, "What are they doing here?" she sneered at them.
"Well Gin, apparently they are here to help," Ron said, rolling his eyes.
Draco was just about to question that gesture when they were all told it was time for dinner.
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Dinner was awkward. Nobody really wanted to talk about the guests, or to them either. Tonks attempted to make conversation, but that was shot down. So they ate in one of the most awkward silences known to wizards and witches alike.
After dinner the members of the Order went to talk in private, so the teens were left alone to entertain on another, if only they knew the drama that was to come.
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They were all sitting around the fire place. The trio was on a couch as well as Ginny, sitting a little to close to Harry for his own comfort. Pansy sat on the floor, Pansy braiding Samantha's long hair. Draco stood gazing into the fire, while Blaise sat in a chair.
"So, will someone please explain to me what is going on here? Who is she? And why are they all here?" Ginny asked, sick of being left in the dark.
"They claim they want to help us," Harry answered this time.
"It's bloody crazy if you ask me," Ron said.
"Well, I guess it's good that noone asked you then, Weasly," Draco said, ticked off.
"Shut it Malfoy, I don't buy your all's act for a minute," Ron said, regretting it four nasty looks were thrown at him.
Draco was pulling out his wand just as Samantha spoke up, "sorry, Ron, but what makes you think you know us? Draco, put that away. Because Ron, I frankly don't think you have any idea what it's like."
"Excuse me? Do not make us out as the bad guys here," Ginny said, "You are the ones who treated us like dirt, all we ever did was defend ourselves."
"Um, no. Sweetie, that was not me. Today was the first day we met. Sorry if they were jerks before. But I am an entirely different person," Samantha said heatedly.
"Sweetie? Psht, you're all the same, twisted people. Just looking for people you can hurt, people you can bring down," Ginny said, almost yelling.
Samantha used all of the energy she had to keep from slapping the red head right then and there.
"Ginny! You know that's not true!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Yes it is, don't protect them Mione," Ron said.
"How dare you" Samantha said, coming back into the conversation,"judge me based on other's actions."
"Ok, you may be different. But why should we trust them?" Harry asked.
"You try growing up the way we did Potter, you wouldn't be all that great either," Draco spat.
"What does that mean?" he asked.
"It means," Samantha cut in, "we grew up in a different environment than you."
"Oh, boo fricken hoo, so what? You had bad parents? So you take it out on muggles and 'muggle-lovers.' Harry was practically raised in a closet. "Ginny said.
"You know," Samantha started, "I thought coming here would be good for us. I thought, no hoped, that maybe you would forgive and forget. I've heard so much of this Gryffindor 'greatness'. I thought maybe you would give us a chance. Everyone told me I was wrong and that it wasn't worth it, but I ignored them. But, now I see they were right. You all are too stubborn to swallow your damned pride and help us, yeah, you're not the only ones who need help. The only on 'worthy' of the Gryffindor title is Hermione, at least she is willing to listen to our case," Samantha was more upset now, she had expected so much better than this.
"Please, you expect us to listen to your excuses? You probably don't have any good ones anyway," Ginny said.
"Really, you want 'excuses' Ginny? Fine...Put yourself in our positions. Think about growing up every day with your parents telling you that muggles are scum. After a while you'll start to believe it. And even if you don't, you pretend you do. You wanna know why? Ginny? Harry? Ron? Because if you 'displease' them, they basically torture you," Samantha paused as she saw three surprised looks from them, "Yeah, torture, they don't care if you're there child. And I am not talking about crucio, no, much morse. We've experienced spells so horrible, you've never even dream about in your nightmares," They looked as if they did not believe her, "Don't believe me?" Harry frowned in response. Samantha walked over to him, "Do you remember when you had to re-grow all of the bones in your arm, and how much it hurt? Yeah, I know a lot more than you think," Harry nodded, "Well, there is a spell that makes you loose every bone in your body, so they ALL have to grow back. Not just your arm
" she said grabbing his arm, "but your legs," she nudged his leg with hers, "your hands," she took his hands, "everywhere," Harry's entire face had lost all color. Then, Samantha advanced on Ron, "Ronald, do you know what it feels like to bleed from EVERY pore on your body, or to not be able to breath until you pass out? No? Well, let me tell you, it's not all that pleasant, it's happened to me before. You'll loose so much blood you're sick for the next week. Real sick too, non of that stomach ache sick, but throwing up, fever, chills, dizziness, black outs kind of sick. So sick you would do anything to stop it. And when they 'take your breath away,' as they so twistedly (a/n: is twistedly a word? No comment please. I am aware if my retardedness, which is also not a real word) like to call it, they don't do it from just a minute, they keep you under it for as long as they possibly can. It feels as if they have thrust your head underwater and are holding it there. Or, like your being hanged, take your pick. And then, finally, you pass out. Eventually you wake up, about a day later, and you have a headache so bad you can't see straight for hours," she paused and Ron, loudly, gulped. Then she turned on Ginny, she had saved the worst for her, and she would enjoy educating her with this wonderful little spell, "And Ginny, ohh Ginny," she said in a sing-song voice, "Did you know there is even a spell that makes you feel that makes you feel as if your whole body is on fire?" her voice got darker the more she spoke. Ginny gasped hearing this, "Yeah, that's right. Not your clothes, your skin. It's like they poured gasoline all over you and then threw a match on it. And it burns like crazy. But it doesn't leave any marks, no, not physically, but mentally. You can never fully stop the burning, it's always there," she stepped back, her voice was cold, "So you see, when you grow up like us, you don't just grow up with nice clothes and lots of money. You grow up with pain...torture...anguish. So, before you patronize us, think about what it must be like. Because, if you would like I could list at least a dozen more spells that would make your skin crawl," she said giving them a deadly stare.
"Ok Sam, that's enough. You've definitely scared the shit out of them," Blaise said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Good, they need to be scared! Maybe, if I scare them enough they will get it through their THICK GRYFFINDOR HEADS!" Samantha practically screamed.
"Ok, really, that's good," said Blaise as he and Draco started to pull her away.
"I agree, and that's saying something," Draco said.
'I have one more thing to say," Samantha said, the boys relented but did not let go. She looked at the other students in the room, "The next time you start to feel sorry for yourself because you don't have a lot of money or your crazy uncle basically locked you in a closet for the first eleven years of your life, you put yourself under the crucio curse for an hour and come back to me. Because, then you will have a taste of what we had to deal with growing up," and with that said Samantha ripped her arms away from the two boys holding onto them and stormed off to her room. Pansy ran after her to make sure her cousin was ok. Draco just glared then followed his two female friends. Blaise stood there for a moment then spoke up, "You know, I had hoped she was right. I told her she was wrong about you all, but I had hoped she was right," Then he walked away, just like that. And if the four Gryffindors weren't mistaken there was a small tear rolling down his cheek as he walked up the stairs.
Ok, well there's that chapter. I have the next couple written but I just have to type them up. Read && Review!
