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Samantha's Pov

I only remember a little about my father, seeing I was only one years old when he was sent to Azkaban for something he didn't do. I know it's weird to remember something that young but hey my whole life is weird. I remember a smile and bark like laughter. Mum said that Callie and I have his eyes, during one of the time that I got her to tell me about him. It makes her sad when I ask so most of the time I don't bring it up. I wanted to see for myself so when she and my Aunt Riley were out I snuck into her bedroom. I searched through her drawers and found a scrapbook.

It was filled with writing that I recognized as my mothers. I didn't get to look through it because I heard the front door open and her and Aunt Riley's voices. I shut the drawer and ran to my room with the scrapbook in my arms. I had sat on my bed and flipped through the pages seeing her, Aunt Riley and some other people in photos.

In most photos were of Mum and a guy who I was positive that he is my father. The last photo was Mum standing on the porch of our house. She was holding a baby that was probably me, and a man had an arm around her shoulders. I knew he was my father. The picture showed them looking at the camera and back at me lovingly. Mum was smiling one of her rare happy smiles that have become even rarer over the years. I had smiled softly and sat Indian style on my bed, scrapbook placed in front of me and I grabbed my stuffed black dog and squeezed it tightly. Mum said he had given it to me for my 1st birthday. I loved it more than anything in the room. The scrapbook was now hidden under my pillow and I looked at the picture sometimes at night when I couldn't sleep.

I had no idea what to think or feel about his escape from Azkaban. I felt nervous, happy, excited, and then nervous again. I was nervous because what if he didn't like me or something. I know I shouldn't feel that way. Callie has to live with the thought of him not knowing she exists. So she got the worst side of this. I thought about all of this while having a staring contest with a dog. I was supposed to watch him while Mum calls Aunt Riley.

Well I kind of volunteer to do it since I didn't have anything to do. Violet and Willow went to one of their rooms to talk about band, listen to said bands or talk about random subjects. Callie went most likely to the drawing room to either read or paint. I was willing to bet that she was painting or drawing because she does it when either she wants to be left alone, bored or lost in thought. Oh and nervous about something. Then loud music came from upstairs and the dog looked away.

"Ha I win!"I exclaimed. He just barked at me. I rolled my eyes and looked at the coffee table. Laying on it was the Daily Prophet. I sighed and looked at the dog again.

"I wish I had more memories of him. You'd think I be mad that he got himself sent to Azkaban, but I'm not. Grief and anger can cause people to things that they shouldn't do. If he had found Mum first he wouldn't have gone after Pettigrew. I just want to have known him better, and him know more about me, and about Callie. I shouldn't be talking to a dog. You can't even understand a word I'm saying." I said chuckling a little. He tipped his head and licked my hand. I scratch him behind the ears making him wag his tail.

"You need a name."I replied and ranked through my brain for names.

"Rover? No."

"Fluffy? No."

"Max? No."

Then I remembered the nicknames in Mum scrapbook. "How about Padfoot? It was my dad's nickname when he was a prankster at Hogwarts." I stated. He leaped up and licked me in the face.

"Padfoot, it is then. Let's go get something to eat I'm hungry." I stood up and headed to the kitchen Padfoot following behind me. Mum was putting on her coat as we walked in.

"Sam, I have to leave. Riley will be here soon." She said and was about to continue when I interrupted.

"I thought she was come back at five?" I questioned. She shot me a look.

"There has been change of plans. You are in charge and check on your Aunt and Uncle, downstairs please and do not take him with you." She said sternly, pointed at Padfoot, and she avaporated leaving no room to argue.

"I hate it when she does that." I mumbled. Padfoot shot me a pointed look. "What?" I questioned. He continued to look at me like that. I rolled my eyes.

"Come on better do as she says." I replied. I trudged down the basement steps. Padfoot followed. I shrugged what the harm of bring him with me. I opened the door and what I saw gave me a heart attack. There were two people I have never seen awake in my life standing in the middle of my basement. The woman had vibrant red hair and bright green almond shaped eyes. The man was stood in front of her was tall, messy black hair with hints of gray and hazel eyes behind the round glasses that rested on the edge of his nose. I did the only thing I could think of. I screamed on the top of my lungs.