For the next few days Harry didn't see Samantha, and he was thankful for that. How could she do what she had done? How dare she erase part of his memory? What if she had erased it all? What if she had made a mistake and deleted every memory in his brain? Harry chose not to think of that option because just the thought of it made him shiver. That would have given Voldemort a reason to come after him. Well, Voldemort already had reasons. It would have made him, Harry, vulnerable.

He still couldn't believe she had done it, erased his memory!

All he had wanted was to know why he couldn't remember her and now he knew why: she had erased all the memories he had of her. But that kiss, for some reason, had returned all forgotten memories.

Flashback 1

2nd year

Ron and Harry left Gryffindor's common room, under the Invisibility Cloak. They needed to give Charlie the dragon Hagrid had raised before it was too late.

But as they walked they heard footsteps.

'Flitch,' suggested Ron but then Harry say brown locks and a Ravenclaw emerged from the shadows.

She was walked straight to them had Ron not pushed Harry against the wall.

The girl stopped walking, looked to her left and smiled.

'Potter, Weasley, do try to be a bit more quite from here on,' she said before continuing her path.

'What do you recon a Ravenclaw like she is doing out of bed after curfew?' asked Ron.

'I don't know but we're late, Ron.'

3rd year

Harry and Hermione had just left Hospital Wing after saving Sirius when they ran into a familiar face.

'Sammy!' exclaimed Hermione.

'Hermione, something awfully awkward happened last night,' she said looking at both, Hermione and Harry. 'You see, I heard Snape say that you were at Hospital Wing only I went for a walk on the grounds and could have sword I saw you riding Buckbeat!'

Hermione nearly choked and Harry had no idea what to say. But Samantha Summers just smiled.

'It's alright, I won't tell,' she said. 'Just be more careful next time.'

'There won't be a next time,' murmured Hermione.

'Yeah, right,' responded Samantha. 'When you're friends with wonder boy,' she gestured at Harry 'you have nothing but "next times". No offense,' she added quickly.

End of Flashback

She had deleted these and so much more memories from Harry's brain but he had recovered them. That's why his brain hurt so much, because having memories returned is quit painful.

He decided that he would like to remember those memories and have more flashbacks seen that she had stolen them for a while.

Flashback 2

4th year

Rita Seeker had just published her article on Harry and on how much he mourned over his dead parents. Harry was so angry at her and most the school for believing it all. He could just about smack someone.

'Harry,' called someone behind.

'Yeah, yeah, I'm Harry Potter and I'm about to go and cry my eyes out over my dead parents,' he said before the person behind him dared tease him.

'Well, if you're that much in a hurry don't let me stop you,' he knew that voice! 'But you let your quill fall.'

He turned around to find Samantha Summers standing with her bag over one shoulder and his quill in her right hand.

'Oh, er, thanks,' he took his quill into his own hand. 'I'm, er, sorry about-'

'Don't worry about it,' she said. 'I'm sure people aren't making it any easier on you.'

'No, not really,' he admitted.

'Oh, I get so angry at them sometimes,' she said angrily. 'Especially that Rita Seeker. She's a horrible person, Harry. Don't let her get to your nerves. Everyone knows that everything she writes is a whole lot of rubbish.'

Harry felt better due to her words of comfort. At least someone believed him, since even Ron didn't.

'Well, I'm late for Charms so I'll be heading off,' she said.

'Oh, ok.'

'And, Harry,' she said looking at him over her shoulder 'you should talk to Ron. Neither of you two are happy this way, so stop being stubborn.'

Before he could say a work she was running to her classroom.

End of Flashback

He and her had grown close along that year. Him being angry with Ron and Hermione being much more into her books... The two really did love each others company and when the Yule Ball came up no one seemed better than Sam.

Flashback

'Are you really going to ask Samantha Summers?' asked Ron.

'Yeah, I mean, I think so,' replied Harry.

'Well, good luck, mate.'

'What do you mean?' asked Harry noticing the unusual tone Ron had used.

'Samantha Summers has been asked by the entire house of Ravenclaw and Draco Malfoy and she said No to them all.'

'Malfoy asked her?'

'Yeah, but she sure showed him,' Ron had a wide grin on his lips. 'Sure humiliated him. I nearly felt sorry for him, nearly.

Harry now felt slightly discouraged but he went for it anyways. She was sitting near the lake with Luna Lovegood and Padma Patil.

'Padma, I really don't think you understood,' said Samantha. 'I don't like him! He's a git and he deserved what he got!'

Harry cleared his throat and Samantha, who was sitting, looked up at him with a smile that made his heart skip a beat.

'Hi, Harry,' she greeted happily.

'Er, hi,' he said nervously. He was still in time to walk away, he reminded himself. If he wanted to he could still spear himself the humiliation she might cause him as she had caused Malfoy.

But the Gryffindor inside of him was stronger.

'May I speak to you?' he asked.

Padma Patil began giggling. Samantha elbowed her and rose to her feet.

'Of course, Harry,' she said smiling.

The two left their friends behind and walked to the other side of the lake.

'Is anything wrong, Harry?' she asked now getting nervous.

'Well, no, I mean yes,' he was babbling now more than ever. 'What I wanted to ask is...' he stopped walking and looked at her 'wouldyougototheballwithme?'

She pulled her eyebrows together and pressed her lips together.

'I'm sorry, Harry, but I didn't get what you said,' she explained.

He took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut.

'I was wondering if you'd go to the ball with me.'

He heard nothing and decided to take the chance and open his eyes.

Samantha was where she had been last he saw her, with a grin on her face.

'Of course,' she said.

'Oh, I under- what?'

'I'll go with you,' she said.

'Really?'

'Well, yeah.'

'Oh, er, great, fantastic, yeah, awesome,' he kept repeating those words as he walked towards Ron. 'Ok, sure, yeah, right.'

'So, er, see you, Padma,' Ron was saying.

Harry ran up to the castle with Ron nearby.

The Yule Ball

Every champion was there with their date... all but one: Harry.

He was getting nervous and Fleur wasn't helping.

'Calm down, Harry,' whispered Hermione. 'You look as if you're about to have a panic attack.'

'That's because I am about to have one!'

McGonagall cleared her throat and they all looked at the stairs and right at the top was Samantha. She had curled her long hair, she was wearing light makeup and a purple dress.

She seemed very nervous now that everyone was looking at her and she slowly walked down the stairs.

Harry walked towards her, hypnotized by the way she was even prettier tonight.

She smiled at him once she reached the end of the stairs. Harry took one glance at Hermione then looked back at Samantha, took her hand and kissed its back.

She blushed and McGonagall ordered them to form a line.

That had been a wonderful night.

5th year

Harry had just had an argument with Hermione and Ron and he's only way out was at the grounds. He was furious at them! Why would they want to report Umbrige? It was just a detention...

'That hurts like hell,' he added to himself.

'What hurts like hell?' he nearly fell when he heard the unexpected voice.

He turned around to see Samantha. She was pretty, as usual. Her locks fell down her shoulders and a smile was on her lips. Even angry, Harry could feel his heart jumping and beating so hard he could hear it.

'Oh, er, nothing,' he tried lying.

'Mind if I keep you company?' she asked.

'Sure, yeah, of course,' he babbled.

She giggled as she stood next to him.

'Great,' thought Harry. 'Now she's laughing at me.'

'Harry, you should report what Umbrige's doing,' she said minutes later.

'I don't want- Wait! How do you know-'

'Don't go crazy on me,' she asked. 'Hermione told me that-'

'I should have known,' he stood up but Samantha took his hand and pulled him down.

'Harry, don't you see what they're doing,' she asked 'Voldemort and his followers?'

Harry was now curious.

'What are you talking about?'

'Harry, they want you to feel alone and misunderstood, do you not see that?'

'I- I don't understand.'

'If you're alone, you're weaker, more vulnerable,' she said. 'But if you stick to us and allow us to stick to you than you'll be stronger, and that's what they fear the most.'

He remained in silence considering her words. It could be a true theory and he hadn't been easy on his friends.

Christmas of 5th year

The meeting was over and they had left the Room of Requirements. They decided to go and spend some time in the Great Hall, as did most members of Dumbledore's Army.

Hermione pulled out a very large book from her bag and began reading it while Ron and Dean played a game of wizarding chess.

Harry was bored out of his mind. That's when Samantha showed up, rather nervously.

'Hermione,' she called. 'I left my bag up there.'

Hermione glanced at the table. Umbrige was exchanging words with Flitch.

'I'll go with you,' said Harry rising to his feet.

As they walked out, they made sure no one followed them and ran up to where their latest lesson had just been given.

The minute they entered Sam found her bag and placed it over her shoulder.

'Well, at least we got it,' she said brightly.

'Sure.'

She walked towards the picture Alastor had given Harry and smiled.

'That's mum and dad,' he said.

Samantha smiled again.

'That's my mum over there,' she pointed at a woman who stood near Lily.

'Your mother was in the Order?'

'Yeah,' she said. 'She had me a year after this and then was murdered for information.'

'I'm sorry,' he whispered.

'I have Dad,' she said. 'But you, Harry, he took it all, the snake!'

'I have Sirius,' he said. 'And Ron and Hermione, and everyone that's my friends.'

She nodded in agreement of his words.

And then she looked up and then looked back at Harry, biting her lower lip.

'What?' he asked nervously.

She pointed up but kept her eyes on him.

'Mistletoe,' she murmured.

He looked up and realized what that meant.

'What if we don't?' he dared asked.

'7 years of bad luck,' she replied and then looked at the picture again.

'I don't think we need seven more,' he said.

'I don't think we should take the risk.'

'Me neither,' he was moving closer and before he could consider what he was doind he pressed his lips against hers.

A/N: Biggest Chapter So Far, I Believe. A Special Thanks to TwilightEclps For The Great Support!

I Reall Am Enjoying Doing This Story but Baby Boom Needs Me As Well :D