Above or on the side is a picture of Rose Weasley.

Trouble Follows Me Everywhere

I woke up in the same position, but I had a figure in front of me that looked a whole lot like Sam.

"What the hell? Sam?" I groggily asked.

"Yes? Oh, Al, you can't let him push you around like that!" Sam's voice stated.

"Are you really here?" I asked her, confused.

"Yes, actually. I kind of wanted to leave America. I was sitting around while my parents went out with my older sister and older brother to restaurants that I couldn't very well go to, due to the menu having a bunch of alcohol on it."

"That's a sucky vacation. But how did you get here?" I asked her.

"Well, I saw a mess on the floor in your family room. I picked up the pieces of the hourglass part of the time turner, and I transported here!" Sam stated, a bit frustrated.

"Hey, well, I'd take you on a date for breakfast tomorrow, but we're kinda in a bad situation..." I trailed off.

"It doesn't matter. At least I know that you're okay," Sam stated, comforting me by putting her hand on my shoulder.

I sat up, and rubbed my head. I wasn't missing any parts. I wasn't bleeding, but I pulled back my bangs real quick and felt a jig-jagged cut on my forehead covered in hardened blood. It was going to scar. I took my hand away and let the shaggy black hair fall back into place.

"Can I stand up real quick?" I asked her.

"I don't care, I'm not in control of your body," she sassed.

As I got up, I grinned. I walked up to her, so I was closer to her. More than I already was, at least.

"I love it when you're sassy," I told her, kissing her lips.

She put her arms around my neck; I put mine around her waist.

"I know," she replied as we kissed.

Both of us smiling, the kiss got a little deeper. A minute or two later, after electricity ran through our veins, we broke apart. Our heads were still close together, and I kissed her quickly on the lips one more time.

"We should go down stairs. It's nearly nine in the morning," Sam stated.

"I've been out that long?" I asked her, amazed.

"Apparently," Sam responded, interlocking her hand with mine.

Together we walks through the house of Black, being careful not to step on certain steps and floorboards. We didn't want to wake up Sirius' mother, now did we?

"And then, then Rose said- you blundering idiot, Malfoy! It was hilarious at the time. All because he beat her at Wizard chess!" James' voice rang out from the kitchen.

I opened the door slightly and then walked in with Sam.

"Look who popped in," I grinned, motioning for Sam to introduce herself.

"I'm Samantha Wood, but I go by Sam. Er... I'm in Gryffindor and I, unlike my father, mother and brother and sister, find Quidditch to be highly overrated."

"You're Oliver Wood's daughter, then?" Ron asked her, curious.

Sam curtly nodded. "It was bit of a scene when he found out I didn't care for Quidditch."

"A bit? It was more like a HUGE (A/N: DONALD TRUMP. HAHA.) scene," Rose corrected her. "You came over to my house crying. You were so pissed."

Sam blushed and I tried not to laugh, but I failed.

Sam proceeded to hit me in the back of the head, and I rubbed it when she was done.

"Abuse," I mumbled. Sam rolled her eyes in reply.

"It's only abuse if you're dating," Hugo stated out of the blue.

Sam and I were silent.

"Oh my God," Rose gushed. "You two are dating, aren't you?"

The excitement of this talkathon was evident on her face.

"Yeah, we are."

Silence endured for a few more moments before something rang out of my pocket. It was shouting out some wonderful lyrics that were certainly from this time period (I'm being sarcastic).

"I can feel the pressure, it's getting closer now, you're better off without me."

"Who is that by?" Aunt Hermione (the younger version, of course) asked. There was no doubt that she was trying to figure out who the artist was. Ha. She wouldn't know.

"Paramore," I dully stated before answering the phone.

"Hello," I stated, unaware of who it was.

"ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER!"

It was mom. And she was pissed.