Mate and School- Chapter 1

Mater and School- Chapter 3

Mate of a Vampire, Veela, and a Siren: Chapter 3

( Disclaimer, see chapter 1, and on with the story.....)

Samantha was tossing and turning and talking in her sleep, and sweating profusely, ''Expecto--- NO!!!!!'' Her familars were mewling and pawing at her trying to wake her up, failing miserably

both kittens were busy trying to figure out how to wake up their mistress--- until Lipshun had landed on her head, ''Damnit! you two!'' She swore as she rubbed her head for a few moments,

and sat back up as the two kittens were purring and cuddling up to her again, in an apology, as Samantha sat there remembering it her ordeal as if it were yesterday, while bringing her legs up to her chest and placing

her hands on the back of her neck crying, the memories will never leave her be!

The day before Voldemort had abducted Samantha, she had kissed Harry infront of the dark lord...

Getting up and taking out her pensive, still covered in sweat and her voice was hoarse, talking to her pets ''I dont know you two, *looking at her kittens* will I ever find peace and happiness?'' She had asked, 'was that so much to ask?' she had thought to herself, while

leaning over the pensive.....

        ~Samantha's Pensive Memory~

Samantha was in Voldemort's dungeons' being tortured, after she was abducted from what was left of Salem, she was held there for a month being beaten daily, starved, and dementors were

patrolling the cell keeping her nice and weak. Right after Samantha had killed Knott, Wormtail, Avery, and Bellatrix's husband Rudolfis Lestrange right infront of the already highly unstable woman,

and spat in the face of Lord Voldemort! But still he was far from angry, he almost seemed amused, everynight and everyday he tried to 'convince' and entice her to join him as his queen and kill Harry Potter

for him.

And Samantha would always fire back at him, with a 'no,' or 'death is more appealing!' She was tired, weak, hungry, and starting to reconsider, but she had kept to her morals; she Samantha Angelina Snape,

would never turn coat over to the dark side! Going on a month now, Samantha was sarting to give up all hope of being rescued, she knew that her wands were taken--- Salems that were amidextrus could fight

with two wands if they desired--- she found a flaw in Voldemort's plan in order to keep her a servant, or 'queen', during the changing of the guard it was about a 15 minuet delay give or take.

She also had noticed that her two wands were laying on a simple mahogany desk, Samantha also was well aware of her not being chained on this night--- whenever Voldemort was in the mood to hurt her he

would grab the chains on the wall about three feet from her and chain her, or whenever he was in a 'giving' mood he would hold two objects in the air and ask her which one would she prefer; one night Bellatrix

had snuck down to Samantha's holding cell with Crabbe and Goyle as they held the going on 17 year old girl down the unstable woman had craved her certain areas of flesh cruelly with a rusted dull death eater dagger!

 Her poor father must be worried about her, not to menton all of her friends and all of her family; Samantha saw her chance this was as good as any, she gathered all of her power and all of her will, by war crawling to the bars,

and as she then reached for the bars to support herself she was using the to pull her weak and battered body up.

Reaching her hand through the bars willing herself and her power one wand flew at her hand, and she quickly hid it in her tattered clothing and the other she had done the same, Samantha knew that Voldemort had no