DON'T HURT ME! I'm soooo sorry that i've been gone for a bit, but on the plus side, i've been updating this fic WAY more than i have for my Mortal Instruments one...whoops...oh well, yeah, so i hope that you like this chapter, you'll find that they are going to be mainly from Sam's point of view and a lot of nostalgic moments but this is all about Sam and her past and what she is like and about her family and what happened to them and the effects on her :)

So yeah, i hope you like it and i will try to update soom but i am now back at school and my only real writing time is on the weekends so it might be a whole week before I update again, so please be patient with me :)

So yeah READ ON and pllleeeaaassseeee REVIEW!

Chapter 19

Sam weaved through the traffic as everyone chatted easily behind her; she could clearly hear Arthur exclaiming every time he saw a Muggle.

"Samantha?"

She sighed for the seventh time since they had left and cleared her throat.

"Yes Arthur?" Sam said patiently and suddenly felt as if she were talking to a child.

"What is that thing that Muggle child is holding?" In the rear-view mirror, Sam saw Arthur pointing out of the driver's side window. Sam looked to where he was indicating and chuckled.

"That is a balloon."

"Ballooooon!" Arthur cried out. "Look children, it's a ballooooon!"

"Yay." Ginny said unenthusiastically.

"Brilliant." Ron said through a mouthful of sandwich Molly had packed for the train journey.

Hermione and Harry tried not to laugh and continued talking.

"Fascinating." Fred and George said in unison from either side of their father; George was picking a loose thread from his woollen jumper and Fred was watching Sam by way of the rear view mirror; occasionally throughout the entire journey, their eyes had been connecting which earned a smile from both of them.

Molly happened to see one of these exchanges and this prompted her question.

"So—" She began quietly, leaning towards Sam. "Does he know?"

"Hasn't got a clue." Sam said smugly as she drove down Argyle Street.

"Oh, I wish I could see his face when he finds out." She said gleefully, watching a mother with two small children cross the road in front of the car as they approached Euston Road.

"I shall take a picture and frame it for you." Sam said with a grin as she stopped to let a car in front of her before turning down a side street to enter Kings Cross car park and drove past the numerous cars parked in the sheltered building.

"Now we have to find a space." Sam said under her breath as her eyes scanned the area.

Sam saw no free spaces so continued around and drove up a ramp. She was abruptly confronted with a sight that made her slam on the brakes because she had always been told that it was unsafe to drive whilst laughing; and right now, she was beside herself.

Everyone's eyes spun to see why she was laughing and abruptly they burst into hysterics, making people slide off their seats, breathless and beyond help at that point; even Molly was chuckling uncontrollably in her seat.

This was because, in front of them, directly opposite the ramp they had just ascended, there was a free space; but standing in it, reserving it for them was the one and only Cornelius Fudge; and oh did he look annoyed not to mention, extremely out of place.

He was standing in a pinstripe suit, with a black bowler hat and he was looking straight ahead, trying to retain some of his dignity as he waited for the Weasley's; he was now watching a large car, with tinted windows, that had stopped in the middle of nowhere and was rocking ever-so-slightly from side-to-side.

Sam wiped tears from her eyes and started laughing again when she saw that Fudge was glaring and subtly checking his watch with annoyance beginning to tinge his face.

She made a strangled noise and curled in on herself. Her head fell forwards and felt it connect with the steering wheel and a long, loud, impersonal 'beep' resounded through the area until Sam threw herself backwards into her seat with a shocked squeak.

Cornelius jumped in the air and looked at the car that made the offending noise and they could all see how his chest began to rise and fall with his deep, outraged breaths.

They all began to laugh even more, but even though Sam looked mildly mortified, she ended up hushing them impatiently through her own nervous chuckles, they stifled them with difficulty as Sam rolled down her window.

She leant her head out of the window and Cornelius' eyes widened in surprise but he instantly tried to compose himself, plastering on an attempted pleasant smile, Sam suddenly forgot her anxiety and only raised her eyebrows the falseness he reeked hit her like a wave.

"I'm awfully sorry Minister, I slipped!" Sam shrugged awkwardly, throwing her hands in the air as she winced.

"Oh. Oh, no worries my dear!" Fudge waved it off but no one missed how he spoke through clenched teeth as he moved to the side to allow Sam to swing proficiently into the space.

"Here we are!" Sam said cheerfully yet slightly nervously as she turned the keys in the engine and the car became still again.

"Everyone say thank you to Samantha." Molly said with a grin.

There was a chorus of 'Thank you Sam's and Fred leant forwards to kiss her on the cheek, earning another chorus of 'aaaawww's, making the couple blush as Molly patted Sam on the leg.

"All right gang! Let's get going!" Arthur clapped his hands and doors were thrown open as the children hurriedly squeezed out of the car in their excitement to get back to Hogwarts; all but two, who remained in the car.

Sam half expected someone to ask them if they were coming but no one did; the bags were retrieved from the boot and then all of the doors were closed, leaving the couple alone.

Sam turned in her seat to look at Fred and out of the corner of her eye she saw Arthur and Molly talking with Fudge; Sam gleefully took a mental picture of his face—mouth pulled into a thin line as he tried to act pleasantly, a thick vein in his forehead was pulled taught and bulged out, showing his true feelings.

Fred followed Sam's line of sight and grinned as he turned back to her.

"That was certainly a story to tell the grandchildren." He chuckled.

That caught Sam's attention and the smile slipped off her face immediately, being replaced by an intense look.

"What?" Fred panicked at her sudden change of mood. "Sam what is it?"

She didn't say anything; she only swallowed audibly as she reached forwards to cup Fred's face in her hands.

Fred's mental intelligence dropped drastically as he got lost in Sam's eyes; they were so complex; it was through her eyes that he saw the internal conflict she felt everyday, the layers of her emotions and it was then that the words Severus had told him went completely out of the window, he wanted to know more, he needed to know more; he needed to know where the pain that was permanently flecked in the blue of her eyes came from, why it was there, and if he could alleviate it somehow.

Sam's mind was whirling from the sentence Fred had just uttered. She was filled with longing and hope that one day, that sentence may be a reality.

She could picture them, older and wiser in the ways of life and of love and family. All secrets will have been told, pain and sorrow shared as they embarked upon their life together, becoming one person through love. Relatives would visit them almost every day, they would bring their children and soon after that, their children's children over for dinner or just for a few minutes. She could see small children—with blonde hair, light freckles and brown eyes like their father's; or small freckled redheads with crystal blue eyes, just like their mother's—with carefree attitudes as pranks were pulled on a daily basis. Snowball fights in the winter, red noses and rosy freckled cheeks; hands clasped around mugs of hot chocolate as socks, gloves, scarves and hats hung on the radiators whilst children sat on their parents' laps next to the fire as they all settled under one large blanket. Christmas would be spent around a tree by a roaring fire, all in pyjamas as cries of joy would reverberate through the room as wrapping paper was thrown to the side; children and adults alike embraced their family in thanks. The smell of cooking would waft through their house as everyone gathered around the dinner table, chatting amiably and joking with one another. Then, as night begins to fall, they would all gather together, and watch whatever sappy film was on the television at the time; they would be huddled together, falling asleep as the film progressed, heads on shoulders or in laps. Hands clasped together as the fire dimmed in its place and the sun fell far below the horizon, leaving the stars free to twinkle and the moon to guide those lost in the dark. They would carry their children up to bed, tucking them in as they sung a lullaby, one closing the curtains as the other slipped a hot water bottle in the foot of the bed, listening to the soft breathing of the child buried underneath the heavy duvet as they were lost in a peaceful slumber, mind free to wander into worlds and lives unknown; they were free to dream. They would turn the lights off and walk hand-in-hand to their bedroom; they would say the words neither ever tired of hearing and they would go to bed, breathing in perfect synchronisation and dream the same dreams as their hands entwined under the covers, foreheads will rest together and some nights, they will lie in each other's embrace, feeling the beat of the other's heart lulling them to sleep and they would wake for another day filled with happiness and joy as they remembered the family they lived for and the heart that beat uniquely for them.

It would be perfect.

It also could never happen.

:'( Yeah so Sam is like UBA conflicted over how much she loves Fred yet how she also is afraid of how she'll hurt him...

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So it may be a week or MORE...*gasp*

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lots of love to you all and thanks for reading,

From,

Alicia

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