wrong direction

11

"Help! Help!" A young Samantha yells running down the hallway of the old house she used to live in.

"Come back here you little monster!" James yells chasing after her. A loud high pitched laugh leaves her mouth when James scoops her up into his arms hugging her tightly.

"No! Let me go!" Samantha pleads squirming in her fathers arms.

"James set our daughter down, before you end up dropping her on the floor." Lily says anxiously as she takes Samantha from James arms.

"Hi mummy!" Samantha yells happily hugging her mum tightly.

"Hello my darling."

"Wake up..."

"Samantha wake up...."

"Sam!"

Samanthas eyes slowly opens to be greeted with a familiar pair of brown eyes. George smiles down at his best friend ignoring the death glares she was giving him.

"Did you miss me?" George asks smirking.

Samantha rolls her eyes and grabs her pillow smacking George in the face with it. George laughs and pushes the pillow away before hopping into the bed laying beside her.

Samantha sighs and rests her head on George's chest while he wraps an arm over her shoulder. The two of them sat in a peaceful silence for some time until Samantha decided to break it.

"How was Egypt?"

"Fred and I tried to lock Percy in a cave, Bill and Mum weren't happy about it, but im pretty sure dad was secretly hoping on our success." George states and Samantha laughs lightly. She could only imagine how angry Percy got at the twins and how Mrs. Weasley scolded the two for hours.

"You're an idiot." She says and George laughs as well nodding his head.

"How was the Dursley's? They didn't hurt you did they?" George whispers gently. Samantha sighs and moves closer to George enjoying his body warmth.

"Only a few times. I managed to cut my hand last night because Vernons sister said something about my dad." Samantha whispers.

George frowns and grabs her cut hand examining the scabbing cut on her land. Samantha glances at the cut and noticed how it was scabbing and slightly red.

"What did she say?"

"She called my dad a drunk, and I lost my temper which made a glass cup blow up." Samantha whispers and George sighs kissing the top of her head.

"They would be proud of you. You know that right?" George whispers and Samantha felt tears well up in her eyes.

Samantha hated talking about her parents, she hated it because she hated herself that she couldn't remember everything about them. She couldn't remember what her dads laugh sounded like or what her mums hugs felt like. The one thing she really remembered about them was the day they died and she hated it, she hated that she remembered them in that way.

So she always avoided the conversations about her parents, even with Harry she didn't say much to him about them. But George was, some how the only person who got her to talk about her parents, and no one knows why. Maybe because he was her best friend.

"I hate that I can't remember everything about them." Samantha whispers.

"I hate that I can't remember how we spent Christmas or any of my birthdays and Harry's first. I hate it so much George." Samantha confesses and George squeezes his best friend tighter hoping it was giving her comfort.