Disclaimer: I own Faith Quinn. That's all.

I feel proud of myself. Two chapters are up already! TWO chapters! Mostly because I've got this story in my head and it won't go away, but still, that's great. Hopefully, since it's a long weekend for my school (thank God that we're all a bunch of hicks and it's hunting season) I'll be able to update this again and maybe my Naruto story, if I'm lucky....Anyways, on to to the story.

Year 2

"I'm telling you," she argues in hushed tones with Ernie Macmillan as Professor Binns drones on and on about giants or trolls or something. No one in the room seems to care, least of all Fay and her antagonist. "There is no way that Harry Potter is the Heir of Slytherin." Fay crosses her arms across her chest, and Ernie mirrors the motion from the table in front of her. Ernie's squat and chubby, with short blond hair and an overly-rosy complexion.

"What makes you think that he's not?" Ernie demands haughtily. "Look at the facts, Quinn: he's been at the scene of every attack so far, plus he's a parselmouth! We all know what that means, don't we?" Everyone in the conversation, all second year Hufflepuffs, nod, though some do it reluctantly.

"Well, for one," she hisses irritably, "He's a Gryffindor, Macmillan. There is no bloody way that any descendant of Salazar Slytherin is going to be placed in Gryffindor House. Do you even have a brain in there?" She motions towards his head, and thinks that it's ridiculously fat for all of the substance inside of it.

"But he's Harry Potter," Ernie insisted in a low voice. "Look at what he's done so far, Quinn. Obviously, he's really powerful. Maybe it's genetic."

The pixie-like blond crosses her arms over her chest. "If Harry is a really powerful wizard, and I'm not sure at all that he is, then he's a really powerful Light wizard, not an evil tyrant bent out to get every muggleborn in the school!"

"Well, you can think whatever you want, Quinn, but I know for sure that I don't want to be in his group in Herbology next hour!"

"Fine!" Fay says childishly "Then you can work with Susan and Justin and Hannah and I'll be in Harry's group!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

The bell rings, and Professor Binns dismisses the class. Faith stalks towards the exit and is out of the room before any one else. She steams her way towards the greenhouse and it's almost empty, except for a few Gryffindor girls who were chatting in the corner. Professor Sprout is there, too, and Faith walks up to her.

"Professor, is it alright if I switch groups? Just for today?" she asked politely. Professor Sprout, a round-faced woman with wild, short, curly gray hair, looks at her curiously.

"Why would you want to do that, Miss Quinn?"

"Ernie's feeling a bit uncomfortable with Harry, ma'am, and we agreed that I would work with his group, instead."

Professor Sprout smiles pleasantly. "If you and Mr. Macmillan have already decided, I guess it'll be alright just for one lesson. Take Mr. Macmillan's place, please."

She does, soon, Harry and his friends are there. They actually look a little relived when they see her, and they only pretend to care why she's there. Ernie comes in after they do, and she only smiles when Ernie turns red. She sends him a silent message: 'This is what you wanted, right?' He huffs and sits beside her partners. Everything goes smoothly, and then the lesson is over, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione are gone off to whatever class they have next. Faith waits by the door until Ernie heads outside.

"Guess what, Macmillan?" she said with a smile. "I sat by Harry Potter for the whole hour, and not a single thing happened to me. So, tell me, who's the heir of Slytherin?"

Before red-faced Ernie can speak, Fay skips away, pleased that she's gotten her way.

A week later, she's returning to the common room from the library after dinner. It's close to curfew, she thinks anxiously, checking one of the clocks that she passes on her way. She shifts the books in her arms uneasily, afraid for a few moments that she'll encounter the Heir.

She senses that something's not right. Longing to turn around, she finds herself too afraid to do so. She hurries around the corner, trying desperately to get to her common room. And she makes it almost there, until she stumbles and almost drops her books. Lurching foreword, she catches them, and the charms on her silver bracelet clinks. The noise surprises her, and she looks down at it. On the back of one of the charms, she sees a large yellow eye peering at her. She falls down to the floor, and the books fall out of her arms with a clatter.

She does not get up for many days.

The next thing that she knows, she's waking up in the Hospital Wing and there's a God-awful taste in her mouth. With a little difficulty, she looks up and gasps in surprise. Four of her professors, plus Madame Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore, are all looking at her. She grins and, without a second though, slides out of the bed.

Professor Sprout grabbed her by the wrist on her way out of the room. "Where are you going, Miss Quinn?" she asks inquisitively. She looks amused more than annoyed. She knew Fay well.

Fay's brown eyes shine. "I have to go find Ernie Macmillan, Professor! I have to tell him I-told-you-so."

The Headmaster looks at her with twinkling blue eyes behind his spectacles. "Do you know what happened to you, Miss Quinn?" he asks.

She shrugs. "I have no earthly idea, Professor," she says respectfully. "But I do know that it wasn't Harry Potter!"

They sit her back on the bed, and Professor Sprout tells her exactly what happened. She nods through the explanation. Apparently, she isn't the last person who needs to be woken up, and the others move on to the next bed.

Faith, along with some of the other Hufflepuffs, is escorted back to their common room and dorms. To her surprise, she's just as tired as she was the last time that she walked the familiar passageways. Her thoughts are slow and sticky in her mind, and on the way, another, who was petrified much later than the others, tells her that Ernie has already apologized publicly to Harry. Fay's disappointed that she won't get to hang it over his head, but she finds that she's happy, too.

She knew that Potter wasn't the Dark wizard type.

Thoughts, please? I need to know: Happy ending or sad ending? Cause I've got two good ideas, but only one will be used in the end. Please tell me what to do!I swear, if I don't get someone to tell me how to end it, I'll just go until sixth year and stop.