OOOKKKAAAAAYYYY So this one is a chapter that is (hopefully) going to get you thinking... hehe :D
You may be confused but that is, generally, the idea...
There is definitely more to Sam than you think.
So yeah i spent the entire of yesterday writing Sam's life story, and for about half an hour i totally confused myself with its complexity :)
Ooooohhhhhhh I bet you're curious now :P
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Chapter 12
Sam walked towards the sound of voices on the second floor.
It was clear from the tone of voices that someone was arguing and as she got closer she heard Ron and Hermione bickering and grinned to herself.
They were indeed in the lounge, only a few doors away from the room the Boggart had been in and Sam inwardly cringed at the thought; it had been so close to turning into—No. Sam thought fiercely, stopping her thoughts in their tracks as she knocked on the partially open door.
She pressed her palm flat to the door and pushed it fully open, taking a step inside.
All of the teenagers turned their head at the interruption but smiled when they saw who it was.
"Sam!" Ginny greeted. "Come on in."
Sam smiled and moved forwards, shutting the door behind her and walking forwards. As she walked, Ron grumbled something under his breath, which Hermione heard, and threw her book at him, setting off their argument again after Ron yelled 'Are you mental? You threw a book at me!'
Sam sat down beside Fred on the floor, their backs resting on the sofa which faced the fire; currently Ginny, George and Harry occupied it. Hermione was in the plush armchair by the fire and Ron was in the other, which was opposite it.
"What's going on?" Sam whispered to Fred.
Fred smirked and leant in towards her so that their heads were just touching and he whispered back.
"Hermione is sort of a righteous House Elf defender, and Ron just called Kreacher a moron."
"Ah." Sam nodded understandingly, looking around her, Ginny was analysing her nails, Harry was opening and closing his mouth, emitting a 'pop' each time, whilst staring ahead boredly. George however, was watching the argument with amusement, adding sound effects and comments when he saw fit.
"YOU are the moron!" Hermione said poisonously.
"You go girlfriend." George burst out, earning himself a glower from Hermione and a confused glare from Ron; he merely grinned.
Sam chuckled, leaning against Fred and sighing contentedly when he wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Can I ask about earlier?" Fred asked suddenly.
"What about earlier?" Sam asked with a frown, lifting her head from where it had been resting on his shoulder. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the Animagus thing but it never came up and—"
"No, no, it's not that." Fred cut her off. "It's just—don't get offended or anything, but—but what was with the flapping? I mean how was that supposed to be Snape?" Fred asked incredulously.
Sam laughed loudly, burying her face in Fred's shoulder as she groaned.
"It was supposed to be a bat. You know," She continued when Fred gave her a weird look, "because when he wears his robes he looks like an overgrown bat?" She said innocently.
Fred smiled at Sam's serious face and began to laugh silently.
"Yes, because that's what I think of when I see Snape." Fred said sarcastically.
"It's what I think of when I see Snape." Ginny piped up, grinning.
"See?" Sam said, gesturing to Ginny.
Fred just gave Sam a superior look and turned his attention back to Hermione and Ron's dispute just as George yelled "Take that!"
He got a book thrown at his head.
Well, that was its intent, but it really only landed in George's lap.
Sam laughed along with the others in the room; even Hermione covered her face with her hands as she laughed. Ron just frowned at his brother, mentally noting that he had to work on his aim
"You just had to do it didn't you Georgie?" Fred 'tsk'-ed and abruptly dove across Sam's lap as the same book flew at his head, missing and landed on the coffee table, skidding across it before falling to the floor with a thud, a cloud of dust releasing from the carpet.
"Hey!" Fred yelled indignantly as he adjusted himself so that his head was on top of Sam's thighs, he winked up at her making her giggle. "No fair!"
"'All's fair in love and war.'" Sam murmured to herself eyes becoming distant for a second.
Fred was the only one close enough to hear this and frowned slightly but he didn't say anything.
"Hey, do you think dad's seen this?" Ron said, pointing to the newspaper on the table.
"Probably." Ginny said though a yawn.
Sam leant forwards and picked the paper up. She had seen it this morning but her mind had been frantically worrying ever since. She hadn't had a chance to analyse the story fully and had been inventing worst case situation in her head. If the camera angle had been wrong, if too much information had been revealed and she hadn't thought twice about it when she read it earlier; the consequences could be disastrous. So now she gave herself the opportunity to read it thoroughly.
First, her eyes dissected the moving picture. It had been taken just as her cloak had caught a draft of air from the fireplace which had flung it in front of her and Severus' face, blocking them from the camera's view, only showing her hand as it cast the final spell. She watched as the short scene played before her and breathed a sigh of relief as she saw that indeed, her face was not revealed.
She then went on to read the text. She snorted as she scanned the bit about Sirius being the mastermind behind the attack; when she knew for a fact that he had been here, playing with the dust bunnies that lived behind the sofas as he liked to do.
She then got to the paragraph concerning herself; odd words and phrases jumped out at her as she read. Long time absent…guardian…valiantly…Death Eaters didn't stand a chance…twenty Death Eaters…unharmed…safe…in one piece…refused to comment…
Sam nodded in satisfaction when she saw that there was nothing in there to compromise her…situation and threw the paper down on the table again. Her hands wandered down and began to play with Fred's hair. The Twin's eyes slipped shut and he made a small content sound as Sam softly ran her nails across his scalp inattentively.
People had broken off into separate conversations; Ginny had gone to sit by Hermione's feet as the older girl plaited her hair. Harry, Ron and George were talking animatedly about Quidditch.
Sam quietly began to hum under her breath, not really paying attention as she did so.
As the familiar lyrics played through her head, certain ones stood out and she began to sing softly.
"A simple little ditty in her good old Irish way, and I'd give the world if she could sing that song to me this day." She began to hum again, interspersed with the lyrics. "Hush now, don't you cry…I feel her arms a hugging me as when she held me then, and I hear her voice a humming to me as in days of yore as she used to rock me fast asleep outside the cabin door."
Sam suddenly felt nostalgia building up in her throat so she cut of with a strangled whimper, blinking tears out of her eyes.
"Don't stop." A small voice said.
Sam looked down in shock to see Fred gazing up at her imploringly.
She smiled softly moving her hand to push a stray piece of hair from Fred's eyes.
"I don't know if I can Fred." She whispered brokenly.
"For me?" He whispered.
For a while Sam looked down at him, not knowing what to do or say.
She sighed softly. "For you."
She took a deep breath before beginning to sing softly again.
"Too ra loo ra loo ra, Too ra loo ra lai, Too ra loo ra loo ra, Hush now don't you cry, Too ra loo ra loo ra, Too ra loo ra lai, Too ra loo ra loo ra, That's an Irish lullaby." She sang softly, remembering another voice singing to her all those years ago and closed her eyes against the memories. "Too ra loo ra loo ra, Too ra loo ra lai, Too ra loo ra loo ra, Hush now don't you cry, Too ra loo ra loo ra, Too ra loo ra lai, Too ra loo ra loo ra, That's an Irish lullaby."
She finished the song, still caressing Fred's hair. When he didn't speak, she opened her eyes and saw that his eyes had closed and his breathing had become slow and steady; he was asleep.
She smirked.
Suddenly, from behind her she heard a sniff. Looking up, she saw that all eyes in the room were on her, she had been so distracted that she hadn't noticed the group stop talking before Fred had even asked her to continue. George sniffed again audibly, wiping away the tears which had begun to fall halfway through the lullaby. Ron subtly reached up and tried to hide the tears from his eyes failing miserably when he too sniffed.
Hermione and Ginny were smiling softly, tears sparkling in their eyes but not falling and Harry just watched with a small smile.
"Did your mum used to sing that to you?" Harry asked quietly.
"Yes." Sam said with her eyes trained on Fred's sleeping face.
"How do you remember? Weren't you quite young when—?"
"Ronald!" Hermione hissed, cutting him off mid-sentence.
What they didn't see whilst they argued was how Sam's eyes hardened at the question and how she clenched her teeth together.
"I just remember." She said tightly.
Everyone blinked at Sam's clipped tone, having never heard her speak like that, and stood in relief when Molly called them all down for lunch.
They left together, leaving Sam in the room with a sleeping, and therefore oblivious, Fred lying on her.
As soon as they had all gone, Sam let the tears fall, watching them splash silently onto Fred's pale face. The wound left by her mother's death was still fresh, no matter how long she had had to recover from it; so singing that lullaby had wrenched the pain up to the surface, making it hard to hide and almost impossible to bear.
"I'm sorry." She whispered through her tears. "I'm so sorry mother."
SEE? Oh i'm sorry, but you'll understand later and hopefully the reason behind her sadness will leave you going OH MY GOD!
But we'll see!
Thank you soooo much for reading and i never tire of lovely reviews :D
Love from
Alicia
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