Chapter 1 : PROLOGUE- Watery Goodbyes
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What's up my lovely readers? My first full-length Marauder's era story, so I'm working with an OC here. Hope you enjoy! Let me know how you like her and the story so far? :) Reviews are fantastic!!
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. I do not own some of these characters nor do I own the world they live in, that's all the work of the incredible JK Rowling. The only one I do claim is Samantha. I apologize. Chapter Image by me- I do not own the picture of Emma Stone, though the edit is mine.
“Sam!” I groaned and rolled over onto my back, pulling my pillow over my face. I mentally crossed my fingers, hoping that the voice was merely a part of my dream. I tried willing it away from me.
“SAMANTHA!” The voice was closer and the illusion, as well as that sliver of hope was shattered. The mountains that had been the backdrop of my dream were dissolving away before my eyes… damn it.
“I don’t know who this Sam person that you speak of is,” I said. Though, because of the pillow and the fact that I was rarely ever coherent in the morning, I didn’t know if whoever had been speaking had actually heard me.
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” I heard someone huff. “Samantha, get out of this damn bed!” I peeked out from under the pillow and saw my best friend standing over me, glaring.
"Samantha is not here right now, would you care to leave a message?" I mumbled and buried my face down into the covers.
"The sun is shining, it's time to get out of bed!" she said in her usual chipper morning voice. I hate the sun.
“But it’s a Monday. Mondays are evil. Everyone knows that. It’s common knowledge,” I said, speaking into the pillow once again.
I could practically hear her roll her eyes. “It might be a Monday, but it’s also the first day of our last year at Hogwarts. As our resident Ravenclaw Princess and Prefect, I’d figured you would show a tad more enthusiasm. Learning and all that,” she said, letting out a short laugh.
“Ugh. Marlene… five more minutes?” I begged.
“First of all, it’s Mary. I don’t know why that’s difficult. Just as you hate being called Samantha, the name Marlene just doesn’t float my boat. Second of all, if we don’t leave in the next ten minutes, we’re going to be late,” she said sternly.
I panicked a little and tried to look at the clock from under the pillow. It made it so that I was hardly able to see anything from my view point, but one thing I could see was the red numbers. They practically screamed the time with their brightness in my mostly dark room… 8:23.
“Liar,” I muttered.
I watched her push her long blonde hair out of her face, glaring down at me. “Get your arse out of bed, Samantha.”
I gasped, feigning shock, “Such language!” I joked, knowing that she only cursed when she was angry. “And since you asked ever so nicely-no.”
“Just remember, Sam, you brought this upon yourself,” she mumbled. Before I could ask what that was supposed to mean, I heard her say one more word… “Aguamenti!”
A stream of water hit me square in the face, cold as ice. I spluttered and jumped up, throwing my now sopping wet pillow at Mary. It missed and I lunged at her.
There was a pop and I hit the ground hard, rolling over and into a sitting position on the floor. I looked around but Mary was nowhere to be seen.
I could hardly see due to my wet hair being stuck onto my face. As I was attempting to push it out of my eyes, I heard another pop.
Glancing up, I saw that Mary was now standing by my door, looking as if she were trying, and failing miserably, to suppress a smile.
“You are SO dead, Mary!” I said, my tone scaring even myself, though Mary looked un-phased. I was scary when I was angry, though Mary had always been someone I never could manage to intimidate. Stupid Gryffindors.
“Now, Sam,” she said, taking a step back. “Don’t do anything rash. You needed to get up and out of bed, so that’s been accomplished. Now you just need to shower and meet me downstairs!” she said and with a pop was gone once more.
I stood up and groaned, tossing my wand onto my bed in defeat. There would be no use following her, mum would only get angry with me performing magic in the household, though she never harassed Mary about it when it involved getting away from me. Even though I’d come of age, the habit of getting cross with me about magic in the house hadn’t changed.
I gathered the clothes from the top of my dresser where I’d laid them out the previous night. Then I grabbed my wand from off my bed and made my way to the bathroom across the hall.
My black hair hung limp around my face and thanks to Mary and some ice cold water, my cheeks were bright red. The red only served to make my freckles and green eyes stand out. I grimaced at my reflection, set my wand on the counter, closed the door, and tossed my clothes aside before undressing and stepping into the shower.
The warm water felt absolutely heavenly and I closed my eyes, wishing that I could stay in there forever. Mary was right; it was odd for me to not be absolutely thrilled about the whole school thing. Something about this year terrified me though and I didn’t want it to begin because I didn’t want it to end.
After what I figured was long enough in the shower, knowing full well that Mary would come knocking soon, I shut the water off and grabbed my towel from its hook. I wrapped it around me and stepped out of the shower, taking a deep breath of the steam filled air. I made my way to the mirror and grabbed my wand from the counter, siphoning as much of the water from my hair as I could before drying off and hanging the towel up again.
My hair was now its usual wavy mess, hanging just past my shoulders. When I was satisfied that it was at least passable, I got dressed in the olive green sweater and dark jeans that I’d brought in from my room.
I grabbed my eyeliner from my drawer and put a little on before gathering what little makeup I owned and leaving the bathroom with it all in hand. My trunk stood open at the foot of my bed and I tossed my makeup on top before glancing around.
I needed to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything, though I knew it was a lost cause. I’d packed days ago, but even still, it went without fail that I nearly always forgot something.
As I went through my mental checklist, I continued to glance around the room. I lifted things up and checked in drawers. I checked my desk and my bookshelf, my bed and my nightstand. Satisfied, at least for now, I locked up my trunk and made it levitate along behind me as I took one last look at my room before closing the door behind me.
I told myself that mum couldn’t get mad at me for simply levitating my trunk. She knew as well as I did that these things weighed a ton.
I emerged at the top of the stairs and Mary jumped up from the bottom stair that she had been sitting across. She eyed me cautiously as I made my way down the stairs.
“Don’t get your wand in a knot, Mary. Your little shenanigans are being overlooked. But this is your only ‘get out of jail free’ card,” I said, my eyes narrowing as she gave me a sheepish look. “You better not start thinking you can get away with this all the time.”
She smiled a little, trying to look sheepish but I could tell she was now even more smug.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, m’lady!” she said with a curtsy.
I rolled my eyes and gave her a shove as I passed her, which she playfully returned. I set my trunk down and made my way over to the front closet so that I could grab my shoes and put them on.
“Samantha?” I heard my mom call and my heart dropped.
“Yeah, mum?” I said with the best smile I could muster as she came into the room, looking nervous.
Her arms were folded across her chest and she gave me a watery smile. She’d been nervous like this ever since I was eight, when my father died. The details of what had happened to him were fuzzy to me, though I can, not so proudly, say that I am the only student in my class who can see thestrals.
“Did you check to make sure you have everything?” she asked, breaking my chain of thought. I glanced down at the ground and busied myself tying my left shoe.
“Mum, I’m your daughter. I double and triple check everything,” I said, giving her a reassuring smile.
Mum smiled, “Yes, love, but you are also your father’s daughter and that man was always forgetting something, no matter how many times he checked.”
I laughed and nodded, “You know me well.” I slipped on my other shoe and stood up, giving her a hug. Standing up, I was nearly six inches taller than her, which was weird for me because I was only five foot four inches.
“I’ll write you all the time,” I said, trying to be comforting. She hated when I was at school, it gave her even more reason to be nervous.
“You best,” she said, nodding against my shoulder.
“Mary, can you grab my broom?” I asked, realizing that was something I had nearly forgotten and wondering what else there could be. She made her way over to the closet and pulled my broom out before putting it in my trunk and locking the trunk up once more.
“I’m saying my goodbye properly now since all I’ll be doing is dropping you two off in front of the station,” Mum said, still hugging me.
“Mum. I love you. Thanks for always being there and for being the best mom a girl could ask for,” I said, rubbing her back.
“You’re going to have a fantastic year. My seventh year was amazing. Just don’t give into all the type at the end of the year when everyone begins to feel like they can slack off because the year is almost over. You’ll need to study hard for those end of year exams,” she warned and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re speaking to the Ravenclaw Prefect who only manages to maintain any sort of social life because she befriended a bunch of Gryffindors by happy mistake. If it were up to me, I would be in the library all the time,” I said with a laugh.
“It’s true, Mrs. Nash. If we didn’t rescue her from those darn books every now and then, she probably would’ve died under an avalanche of them by now,” Mary said from behind my mum. Mum released me and latched onto Mary.
“I’m so glad she has friends like you,” Mum said, seeming to be on the verge of tears. I bent down and busied myself with the tying of my right shoe as my mother continued to thank my best friend for all she’d done for me over the years- keeping me out of trouble and such. If only she knew how utterly wrong she was.
“M’kay, if you’re all done suffocating my best friend, I’d really like to have her around in one piece,” I said, tapping my mother on the shoulder. Finally, she pulled away and I could see tears in her eyes.
“C’mon, Mrs. N. Let’s get you out to the car. I’ll make sure Sam writes you first thing tonight, I’ll keep her in check this year,” Mary said with a wink in my direction as she ushered my mother from the house.
Mum had been a Hufflepuff as well as my father. She didn’t know what being surrounded by Gryffindors meant. Especially when the majority of your social circle was made up of a notorious group on campus… the Marauders.
A/N: Okay, obviously this is sort of just setting it up before she heads to Hogwarts, mroe to come, wantede to get this out of the way as a sort of Prologue.
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