A/N: wow got this one done earlier that expected.. yayyy!! sorry if this doesnt make much sense or whtever i am treying to get it to lol well i do not own HP or LOTR... i guess i just own the characters Canis and Samara and other ppl i make up to fit in the story..lol hope ya'll enjoy!!!

Samara felt somewhat nauseous as she fell on top of the man she met almost a week prior. Canis Perto looked up at her smiling obviously amused at her sickened face. "Don't worry, Samara. First time apparaters usually feel nauseous," Canis said getting up from under her holding his hand out to assist. She took his hand gratefully and he lifted her up to where she could better observe their surroundings.

Concrete paths surrounded them a few tree here and there, the towering buildings in front of them amazed her greatly. Canis removed his robe and wrapped it around her pulling the hood up covering her oddly pointed ears. "We don't want to draw attention to you," he explained taking her hand once more leading her down the sidewalk. A sudden car drove by scaring the living daylights out of Samara causing her to latch herself to Canis's arm. "It's alright. It's only a car," Canis said while chuckling in amusement.

"Where are we?" she asked in a small meek voice. "We are in London," Canis said trying to control his amusement. "London," she mumbled slowly letting the name roll off her tongue. Canis stopped in front of a row of buildings. "What are you doing?" she asked almost panicked at them stopping so soon. Canis looked around them checking for anyone watching. Suddenly a house inflated in front of them between the other two. Canis quickly tugged her into the house shutting and locking the door quickly. "What is this?" Samara asked looking around the dusted house.

Severus Snape

Samara nearly screamed at the corpse looking person before her. Her tongue seemed tied where she couldn't say anything. "W-we d-didn't k-kill y-you," Canis stuttered obviously effected by the same thing she had. As quickly as it came the corpse busted into dust and the tongue-tied feeling left.

"What was that?!"

"A trap Alastor set up for our traitor," Canis said simply walking further into the house. "Master!" a voice said along with a sudden 'pop' from behind Samara causing her to scream. The creature covered its large ears to block out the screaming. "Samara calm down! It's only a house elf," Canis said trying to calm down the she-elf. "House elf?" Samara said confused. "Yes, um they are like maids in a way. Like Lia back in Rivendale," Canis said crouching down to the house elf's level, "Kreacher this is Samara. Samara this is Kreacher." "Well very nice to meet you, Kreacher," Samara said crouching down as well holding her hand out to it. Kreacher looked at her strangely but took her hand in a shake. "Nice to me missus too," he said in a voice much nicer than his previous one. "Does master need anything?" Canis shook his head and said, "No thank you Kreacher."

The rest of the day was spent with Canis explaining the happenings of the wizarding world and the uses of the items around them. "It's getting late. We should head to bed. You take the sofa and I'll take the floor," he said starting making a pallet on the floor. "No you have done enough you take the sofa," she said. "No you take the sofa," Canis said. "Well then it's settled we are both taking the floor," Samara said stubbornly and started making her own pallet on the floor. Canis sighed defeated.

It was a party of some sort people dancing and talking happily. Everything seemed to stop when a silver lynx jumped in the middle of them all. It's mouth opened wide and it spoke loudly.

"The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."

Everyone with crazy running in different directions and disappearing randomly.

The scene changed to a café of some sort but instead of a peaceful atmosphere there were curses flying everywhere. A redhead was bound and fallen to the floor. The waitress was screaming from all the mayhem and ran for the door but was stopped when a spell hit her. The frizzy hair girl in the trio freed the redhead from his bindings. The blacked haired boy looked oddly familiar but she couldn't figure out why. They spoke to each other but she couldn't hear what they were saying. They left the café hurriedly.

Samara woke with a start to see something black before her. It was Canis's chest. Her face immediately heated up in embarrassment. "Umm.. Canis?" she said poking his chest lightly. Canis mumbled something and pulled her by her waist closer. Samara blushed even darker. "Canis!" she said slightly louder then she meant to and frantic. "What?!" Canis said jumping slightly. He looked to where her voice came from and he too began to blush. "Erm.. Sorry," Canis said releasing her. "It's alright," Samara said awkwardly looking around the room. Canis went to putting his shoes on. "Where are you going?" She asked suddenly. "I'll be back later, alright? I got to go get some things," Canis said pulling his robe on and leaving with a 'pop'.

Samara spent her day with Kreacher teaching her how to cook and showed her some more of the house. The small house elf turned out to be a pleasure to have around. "Kreacher could you please light come of the lamps for me?" Samara asked noticing the house got darker while she was cleaning a counter. "Yes miss," Kreacher said going to do the duty.

The sound of the door swinging open startled her. "Someone has already been here," a voice said. "That could have happened when the Order left," another voice said. Samara slowly got a knife from a nearby drawer. "So Where are those jinxes that they put up against Snape?" another voice said, "Maybe they're only activated if he shows up," one suggested. While they were trying to deactivate the trap set for this 'Snape' person Samara snuck to the door leading to that hall.

"Mudbloods, filths, stains of dishonor, taint of shame on the house of my fathers-"

"SHUT UP," a voice bellowed. Samara took her chance and opened the door flinging the knife from her hand. "Bloody hell," the redhead exclaimed as the knife stuck in the wall by his head. "Who are you?" the frizzy haired girl asked. "Depends who are you?" she countered leaning against the doorway. "Are you a Death eater?" the black haired boy asked. "Death Eater?" Samara tilted her head to the side in a confused manner. "Yea you know the dark lord's followers?" the frizzy haired girl said. She thought for a moment this trio had a sense of familiarity about them. "Oh, yes I understand now. No I am not a death eater!" she said tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Bloody hell," the redhead said noticing her ears, "What are you?!" The dark haired boy wiped his forehead showing his scar causing Samara's eyes to widen. "You're him!" she said suddenly pointing to him shocked, "You're the boy who lived!" She bowed lightly. "I'm so sorry for my rudeness," she said apologetically. "It's.. erm.. alright," he said awkwardly. "I'm Samara Undomiel and I am an elf," she said smiling. "Well I'm Harry Potter and this is Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger," the dark haired boy said introducing him and the pair.

"Samara? Samara, where are you," Canis said after he appariated into the home. "Canis! In here! We have guest," Samara said from in the kitchen. Canis stood puzzled for a moment but then continued on. "Oh Harry, Hermione, and Ron. What are you doing here?" Canis said confused. "It's a long story we'll tell you later," Ron said. Canis nodded and put the bag from in his hand on the table in front of Samara. "What's that?" she asked taking the bag in her hands. "Clothes," he said simply, "You know, to help you not stand out around here." She nodded slowly looking in the bag. "What are these?" she asked pulling out some blue jeans with an odd look on her face. "Blue Jeans," Hermione explained. "You wear these?" she asked confused greatly, "How?" The boys looked to Hermione suddenly. She sighed, "Oh all right. Come on Samara I'll help you change."
As Hermione was helping Samara Canis explained their story and Harry explained his excluding their mission from dumbeldore of course. Samara poked her head in the doorway. "So do they fit?" Canis asked. Samara shrugged, "I don't know how they are supposed to fit Hermione says the do." Hermione came and tugged her out of the doorway revealing the outfit she was wearing. Canis's eyes almost bugged out of his head, he expected her to look different but not this different! Her once frizzy knotted hair was now sleek and swept back into a long braid down her back. The violet shirt and worn blue jeans were defiantly an update from the light blue dress she was wearing. The necklace from around her neck was now completely visible shining in the light of the room.

Samara smiled but it soon turned into worry when she saw Harry flinch suddenly. "What did you see?" Ron asked, "Did you see him at my place?"

"No, I just felt anger- he's really angry."

Samara didn't remember hearing the rest of the conversation as Canis took her hand. "Are you alright?" he asked worried, "You are turning pale." She looked at him for a second and nodded, "Yes, I'm fine." At that moment she was all right but then suddenly she passed out into a restless unconsciousness.

The room was dark only thing seen was an armchair in front of a roaring fire. Someone was sitting in it tapping his or her fingers impatiently. "Milord," a figure bowed by the armchair suddenly. "Where is she?"

By the voice she discovered that it was indeed a man in the armchair. "Milord we couldn't find her. We searched the whole area she wasn't anywhere," the man said quickly bowing lower to his master in apology. "If you searched so hard then she'd be here," the man in the armchair said coldly. "Milord," the man pleaded once more, "My apologies-."

"Did you capture any of the survivors?"

The man looked confused for a moment and then nodded eagerly. He motioned for two others to come in dragging a body by the arms between them. "Lord Elrond," the man got up from the armchair allowing her to see his face. She never saw anything like him before. He was like a demon of some kind. She brought her attention to the body they were dragging. The demon walked up to her grandfather showing it's grotesque teeth. "Where is she, Elrond?" he asked. Elrond looked at him showing his brushed face. "You'll have to kill me," Elrond said spitefully.

"That could be arragned," the demon smirked. "Malfoy, didn't you say Perto was with her?" he asked skillfully. Malfoy smirked, "Why yes he was." The demon smirked. "Bellatrix, kill him. He is no use to us," the demon said absentmindedly. "With pleasure, Milord," the maniac woman bowed. Elrond looked frightened and tears welled up in Samara's eyes. He looked where she was standing suddenly and mouthed the words 'I'm sorry'. His head rolled on the floor looking up at her with lifeless eyes. "Noo!" Samara yelled as the blackness of the room swallowed her.

"Nooo!" Samara shot up tears falling from her face. "Samara?" Canis said sleepily setting up. "What is wrong," he asked suddenly seeing her tear stained face. Samara caught him off guard by suddenly burying her head in his chest crying hysterically. He tried to shush her crying petting her head gingerly. 'Nothing was going to be okay' she thought 'Nothing is going to be the same.'

"Are you alright now?" he asked. Samara nodded knowing her voice would fail her anyway. "Okay now just go to bed," he laid her down on the couch once more, "Goodnight." "Wait," she touched his arm suddenly, "Just stay here with me, please. I-I don't want to be alone." Canis looked at her pleading face and sighed.

"Alright."

She gave him a small smile and allowed him up with her. She soon snuggled into his chest and fell into a peaclful sleep in his getle embrace.

"Papa!" Samara's small soft voice said joyously as she ran to him hugging his waist. "My star!" Godric said picking up his daughter and twriling her around. Arwen smiled softly and walked toward the pair. Godric placed a kiss on Samara's forhead then returned her feet to the ground as he took Arwen in his arms. "My love," he buried his face in her hair, "I missed you greatly." "As have I," she placed her forehead against his, "But father is being very needy now." They kissed each other lovingly. "Eww!" Samara said disgusted. Godric and Arwen chuckiled at their daughter's face. "Come here you," Godric said coming after his daughter. Samara yelped and started to run. "Ahh!" The family continued to giggle and laugh joyously.

Canis sat up quickly waking Samara. "Canis? What is it?" she asked a little frightened by his sudden movements. "No," he whispered getting up hurriedly. "Canis what is it?" Again he didn't answer instead he shot up the stairs wildly Samara right up after him. "What are you doing in here," he bellowed angrily, "You shouldn't be in here." Samara never heard him so angry before. She turned the corner seeing him towering over the trio. "Canis we-" Harry began but Canis punched the wall near his head. "Shut up!" he yelled once more, "There is no excuses! You knew I said not to go in there but you did anyway!" Harry cringed lightly. "We didn't know he was your father, Canis. We're sorry," Harry spoke softly holding his hands up in defense. "And what are you going to do now? Are you going to leave me like everyone else has?! Are you going to treat me like filth cause you know now my father was a Death Eater? Going to treat me like my uncle did?! Huh?" Canis spoke with such bitterness she didn't recognize who he was anymore. "No, Canis. I would never treat you that way!" Harry said, "None of us will. We know the true story about your father. You don't have to worry." Canis slid down the wall and buried his face in his hands. "Go," he mumbled not wanting to speak anymore. Harry complied silently along with the other two leaving them alone.

"Canis?"

He looked up from his hands at her face. "I'm sorry, Samara. I-" "It's quite alright. There isn't need for apologies," she said softly looking at the door beside him. Do not enter without the express permission of Regulus Arcturus Black, it said on the door. "So this is your father?" she asked softly again looking at him. "Yes," he mumbled not looking at her face. She sat beside him calmly. "Will you tell me the story?" she asked suddenly, "You know the one Harry, Ron, and Hermione now know?" Canis looked at her suddenly shocked that she wanted to know. He sighed and nodded, "Alright." She smiled looking like an eager child. He smiled back and softly took her hand in his beginning the story Kreacher told Harry.

A/N stayed tuned for chappie 5 of Undomiel!!!! yaay