Chapter Rating: PG

Completion Date: 080503

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The next day wasn't that different from yesterday. They ate an early breakfast and had an early lesson. They started off with Transfiguration. Aunt Trish's lessons were already improving. She started off the Transfiguration lesson by saying, "Transfiguration is a difficult subject, but if you can master the basics then the rest should be easy. Now, Transfiguration, just like many other wand based subjects, relies on four things: wand movement, incantation, pronunciation, and concentration..."

They started out with a simple spell which turned a match into a pin. Fay surprisingly had a difficult time. It was so difficult that she was assigned to turn five matches into pins.

After Transfiguration they ate lunch, had a little dose of Herbology, and finally ended the day with Charms and more homework, (which was ironic to Fay because all they'd been doing was work at home). Most of her homework, however, consisted of a lot of wand work. She had to practice the Levitation Charm and write a foot long essay on the plant she had just learned about.

That night Fay sat on her desk and in front of her laid six matches (one was to be used to practice the Levitation Charm), parchment, a quill, and her Herbology book. She decided to do her assignments by level of difficulty, Transfiguration, Charms, and then Herbology. After an hour passed, she made five crude pins (they weren't that pointy).

Frustration began to bundle up when she did her Charms assignment. She placed the match a couple of inches away from her. She made sure it was pointing to the left (why she did this, she didn't know). Then she picked up her wand, waved it just like she did with Aunt Trish, and said, "Wing- gar-di-um Le-vi-O-sa!" Nothing happened to the match. "Bloody hell. Not this again." She repeated the incantation again putting the stress on the "O", "Wing-gar-di-um Le-vi-O-sa!". Nothing happened. She was about to say it again when she paused.

She knew she didn't HAVE to do the assignment. It was just for practice. Aunt Trish would never know that she didn't do it, but Fay wanted to be better. Dumbledore had faith in her. Then a thought came over her, "What if he was wrong? What if I'm not a witch? I can't even do a simple first year spell!!" She breathed deeply. Of course, there was going to be work. Everything wasn't going to be easy. So she tried it again.

"Wingardium Leviosa! Wingardium Leviosa! Wingarduim Leviosa. Wingardium Leviosa. Wingardium LevioSA!! Ugh!"

She threw her wand onto the desk and stared at the match. The most it did was shake, but that was probably because she was hitting the desk while screaming the stupid incantation. She was still staring at the match. She hated it. "Stupid little piece of wood! You mock me every time you just sit there. Why won't you float? Crikey, how many times do I have to say it? Wingardium Leviosa!"

Just then, it began to float. It slowly rose higher and higher, but when she looked at her wand, which was still idle on her desk, the match fell. "I did it without my wand. Is this bad? Aunt Trish always uses her wand..." She looked at the match once again, and tried to turn it into a pin without her wand. This time it turned into a perfect pin. It was silver, smooth, and very pointy. "Whoa...this is...uh...OKAY! I'm done with my homework for Charms. Now where's my book?"

She needed to occupy herself with something else. She didn't want to look like a freak. Things were already bad enough as it is. "Oh I'm a girl that came out of no where, lost her memory, and doesn't use a wand to do magic. Perfectly normal, of course," she told herself, "I should tell Aunt Trish this. Maybe she can help me...but what if she starts treating me funny because of this? No...! It can't be that bad. Can it?" She shook her head and proceeded to do her Herbology homework.

Maybe it was because she was starting to get used to her new life. Maybe it was because she was excited from what she just discovered, or perhaps she was naturally a fast reader. Whatever the reason was, Fay found out that writing and reading about her essays didn't take long at all. She actually enjoyed reading her books.

She indulged herself in her books that night. She wanted to keep her mind off her wand incident, and she did. She finished reading all of her course books. Not only did she read them, she MEMORIZED them. She didn't do it intentionally, but every time a reference was made, she would recall everything she read about that particular subject. "There's another discovery...hmm..."

She turned around and saw her bed. Before she knew it, she was in it and pulling her blanket closer to herself.

--She was on a beach. The ocean was a bright bluish-green. There were huge waves on her left. They were heading toward her. She thought they were going to hit her but they turned left. A surfer fell off because he couldn't balance himself. He ended up on the shore next to Fay. "Whoo- hooo!" he screamed and dived back into the ocean.

"Dived? Isn't that area supposed to be shallow?" Fay wondered. She looked at the ground closely. It was covered in sand, but it was like a poolside. It only went up to that line before it became deep water. "Everyone looks like they're having so much fun and the water looks so clear..." she didn't hold back anymore. She took a couple of steps back and ran towards the ocean. She dived and found an entire clan of seals and walruses under the ocean surface. They were being carried by a current and she was in it too. She tried to swim the other way, but the current was too strong. So she gave in and swam with the walruses.

She couldn't hold her breath any longer. She tried to pop her head out of the water, but it was like there was a rubber ceiling that prevented her from going to the surface. There was nothing she could do. She had to breath...and so she did. She closed her eyes and inhaled...but water didn't fill her lungs. It was air. She opened her eyes. "I can breath under water?"--

"Fay? Fay...?"

Fay slightly opened her eyes..."It was a dream," she thought.

"Fay?" Aunt Trish asked again.

"Yeah?"

"Wake up. It's almost 6:45."

"Oh, sorry."

Breakfast carried on as usual, but lessons were a little different that day. Aunt Trish began her lesson on Goblin Rebellion, when Fay raised her hand. She felt silly since she was the only one, but she thought it was the right thing to do.

"Yes, Fay?" Aunt Trish asked.

"I didn't mean to ruin your lesson, but I already know all about the Goblin Rebellion. I read about it in the textbook. In fact, I've already read all the text books."

"I see. Well, you may have read all the books, but do you understand and remember what they said? Let me see your homework for this class."

Fay brought it up to Aunt Trish and she began to read it.

"Very good. Full marks, but let's test your knowledge of the Goblin Rebellion. Tell me everything you know about it."

"Right now?"

"Yes, and tell it to me. I do not want you to write it. This way you'll be practicing your presentation skills."

"Oh...um...okay."

So Fay told Aunt Trish EVERYTHING she knew about the Goblin Rebellion, which took about two hours.

"...And that was how the Goblin Rebellion ended," Fay concluded. Her voice was parched from all the talking. So she went to get a glass of water. When she came back, Aunt Trish was still sitting in the love seat.

"Fay come here and stand in front of me."

Fay was scared. Did she forget something? Was she completely wrong?

"You amaze me," said Aunt Trish, "You're absolutely correct. You got everything down to the very last detail. Absolutely astonishing! And you say, you've read them all?" Fay nodded with a look of confusion all over her face. "Do you think you've memorized them all as well?" Fay nodded once again. "Good! Oh this is very good. This way, we won't spend as much time on the basics and we can move on. You know, I'll have to test you on all these subjects just to make sure. Why don't we start on Friday? Oh, this is great news! I think I'll make a cake!" She stood up and ran towards the kitchen.

Fay stood there in front of the couch, looking at the doorway. "...But I'm not hungry..."

"What flavor would you like?" Aunt Trish shouted from the kitchen, "Chocolate, strawberry, or coffee?"

"Strawberry." Fay replied.

An hour later, they were eating cake.

"Wonderful. Now, the only thing we have to practice is the practical part of each subject. You know, they usually have two parts to a big test. A written exam and a practical exam," Aunt Trish explained, "but I'm sure you'll find both easy if you just do what you did in the living room."

"Thanks Aunt Trish, but--um--when can you give me flying lessons?" Fay was going to tell her about the wand incident, but thought that she should break the news to Aunt Trish tomorrow. She seemed to be so happy today.

"Flying lessons? Hmm...How about on Saturday? But only if you score well on your tests."

"Okay, then."

After eating two pieces of cake, they went outside to tend to the garden. Aunt Trish watered the flowers, or, rather, she made water cans water them for her. She watched over them. The sun was shining above making all the colors from the various flowers more vibrant.

"I can't say it enough. I'm so proud of you, Fay."

"Thank you, Aunt Trish. It really means a lot to me. How about you? Did your parents ever give you this much praise? Or...I hope you don't mind me asking, but how come I never see pictures of your parents?"

She gave a sarcastic laugh. "Parents? As far as they're concerned, they only have one daughter, and that's not me."

"Oh, so you have a sister. Well, maybe she liked you."

"Yes, a twin sister, but I highly doubt that. My sister was Aramintha Mehflua. Always perfect in everything that she did. You see, Fay, I came from a pure-blooded family who were highly selective with the people they chose to associate themselves with. They hated Muggles, half-breeds, and pure-bloods that loved muggles. I never saw it their way. What's so bad about people who can't do magic? It was my misfortune in asking them this because they started to treat me differently afterwards. My father told me, 'Muggles are foul creatures that will ALWAYS be below us, and don't you ever think any different of them.' They used that as a sign of weakness.

"Aramintha, however, tortured the house elves, teased all the half-breeds that she came across, and got into Slytherin. Oh, yes, mother and father were very proud of her. Do you remember what Slytherin was?"

"Yes, actually, it wouldn't matter if I did or not. They talk about it in the text books."

"Oh right. So as I was saying, Aramintha got into Slytherin, but I was placed in Hufflepuff. Ha! That must of made my parents cringe. The moment they heard about which houses we were placed into, they sent us each a package and a letter. I don't know what Aramintha's letter said, but mine was horrible. I remember it perfectly...

'It has come to my attention Patricia, that you have not been meeting our standards. You being sorted into Hufflepuff is an absolute disgrace to our family name. Goodness, being sorted into Gryffindor would have been better than Hufflepuff. Must I remind you that those who enter the Hufflepuff house never achieve worthwhile? I had hoped that you would turn out to be like your sister, but this has given me proof that it will never happen. Please, do not disappoint us more than you already have.

-From your father'

"I believe I received three very dry and coarse cookies, while Armintha got a pile of moist luscious brownies. That letter was a lie though. No matter what I did, I could never earn the respect of my parents. I was a prefect, who got five O.W.Ls and Aramintha was a Chaser with three O.W.Ls, but my parents shunned me. When I was in the running for Head Girl, my parents never even talked about it. Oh, but when they found out Aramintha had a chance at being team captain they did everything they could to make sure she got the spot. I dropped out of the running because I didn't see the use, but once my parents found out they looked down on me even more," Aunt Trish paused. She watched as a butterfly landed on a flower in front of her. However, the beauty of the entire scene didn't register in her brain. The scars that she obtained from the past were all too strong to ignore, and she continued on with her story.

"'You had a chance at being the best, but you, yet again, let the opportunity pass you by. I expect that much from you,' my father said.

"Mother would never really talk, look and let alone, touch me after my first year. Things got worse during my last year at Hogwarts. I started dating Otis Hopkirk. He came from a Muggle family. Of course, Aramintha told my parents, but I didn't care. I was happy. He finally gave me what I wanted. He CARED about me. He didn't discourage me or judge me. Yes, I do believe I fell in love that year, but my father saw to it that I be punished, but his plan took a while before it came into place.

"I moved out as soon as I graduated. Otis and I kept in contact with one another and we were even thinking about moving in together. However, my father was going to punish me one last time before he disowned me. He made Otis's life miserable. He made sure that no one would hire Otis. His parents were very old and they were depending on him to support them. He desperately needed a job. Then he received that letter from Father. Father told him to end our relationship if he ever wanted to find a decent job. Of course, Otis ended it. He wanted to stop seeing me; to stop hearing from me; to stop being near me. He never went through such problems before, and he thought I was the cause of all his pain.

"I guess I came to the conclusion that he never cared about me. No one ever did. Not even my family!" Aunt Trish sighed. Tears were forming behind her eyes, her lips were trembling, and her nose was beginning to run.

That's when two arms wrapped around her. She blinked and the two tears fell. She turned her head to the side and saw Fay's head leaning on her shoulder. Fay looked up and she, too, had tears in her eyes.

With a soft and delicate voice, Fay said, "I care about you."

Fay gave Aunt Trish a faint smile. Aunt Trish couldn't contain herself any longer. She cried and hugged Fay with all her might.

Aunt Trish began to calm down. "Fay?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you. You don't know how much this means to me. I'm really glad you're here with me."

"So am I, Aunt Trish, so am I."

...To Be Continued....

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A/N: Okay I'm not sure if I should have made them declare love for one another since they've only been together for two or three days? lol. (Thankies to Marz she made the end sound much much better!)

Oh and notice how Aunt Trish's dad doesn't even want to sign letter. He doesn't want his name on a letter that was being sent to a girl he wasn't proud to have as a daughter. I just thought it would be an equivalent to not having the letter sealed with the family crest.

lol Sorry to those who want her to meet up with everyone else, but I hope you'll be patient. I'm writing this story at my pace (even though I hate the pace, too). She still needs to take the test and then..everything will be related to the other characters (hopefully).

Also, if you want to see how things are progressing (and maybe see some hints to future chapters), just go to my ujournal. The link is up on my profile.