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I Love You
Chapter-5-Powers Unleashed
"YOU LOST HER!!!!!" Yelled an angry voice.
"Master"-
"SHUT-UP!!" He paced back and fourth. "Not good," he muttered to himself. "Not good, not good, not good, not good. . ." He looked up. "Malfoy! Where is your son?"
"All ready there master," Malfoy answered. "He doesn't know anything."
"Good. You! Green!"
An old, tired looking man walked up to him. "Yes, master?"
"LISTEN, GREEN! DID I NOT SAY THIS BEFORE?!"
"Yes, sir. . .you did."
"THEN WHY IS SHE OUT THERE?! I'VE TOLD YOU ALL TIME AND TIME AGAIN, THIS GIRL IS A THREAT! TO ALL OF US! I WILL BE THE FIRST TO ADMIT I AM AFRAID OF HER! BESIDES DUMBLEDORE, SHE IS THE ONLY OTHER PERSON I AM AFRAID OF!"
"Sir-?"
"SHUT UP! GREEN, YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULD TURN HER MOTHERS SPRIT IN HER TO DUST!"
"I tried. . ."
"AND YOU FAILED! WHO KNOWS WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO US?!" Voldemort walked up to Green and snarled, "Believe me, if I couldn't use you right now I'd KILL you!"
Faith looked out her window. For some reason she thought her father was watching her. It made her nervous so she shut the window. When she felt someone sit next to her she looked on instinct to see who it was.
A blonde boy with a pointed face was who it was. Faith looked down at his black shirt and noticed how it showed off his muscles. She felt her cheeks burn for a reason that was unknown to her. The boy gave her a dirty look.
"Can I help you?" he scowled.
Faith looked at him. She wished more than anything right now that she had taken a shower and applied more makeup. "N-no. Sorry."
She heard his cell phone ring and he answered it. "Hullo? Oh, yes father?. . . Yes. . . no. . .I told you I can't find her. America is pretty big you know. . ." He sighed. "Sorry. . .Well maybe if he. . ." He sighed again after a few seconds. "Sorry. Yes sir. Can I ask why this girl is so important again?. . .. Yes sir. Bye father." And he hung up.
Faith looked out her window. She heard the boy sniff the sir and mutter something about a bad smell. He called one of the attendants over and asked where the sir was. She showed him and left. Faith curled up into a ball on her seat and fell asleep.
Harry woke up to sun pouring through his window. He was back with the Weasley's. Finally! He heard Hermione and Ginny giggling about something downstairs. He got dressed and walked down.
"Good morning," he smiled to the two girls.
"Good morning," Ginny said back.
Hermione said, "Harry? Could I please talk to you?"
Harry nodded and the two walked into the kitchen. "Herm, term didn't even start yet, I'm in trouble already?"
Hermione smiled. "Not by me. But I am worried about you Harry."
Harry raised a brow. "What? Why?"
"Harry, please don't get mad at me," Hermione begged.
"How can I get mad at you?" Harry asked.
"I know your temper Harry," she said. "Promise me?"
Harry nodded. "Promise."
Hermione began with, "Listen, I know your upset about Sirius and- Harry wait!" She grabbed his arm because he was ready to leave.
"Hermione please," Harry started. "I don't want to talk to talk about it!"
"I'm not asking you to talk about it!" Hermione shouted.
"Then what are you asking?" Harry loved Hermione very much, but this he didn't like.
"I'm asking you to listen to me," she said.
"What do you want to say?" he asked stubbornly.
"Sit and you'll know." Harry sighed but sat down and listened to what Hermione had to say. "Again, I know you're upset about Sirius, but I think you should know this. Harry, it seems like ever since the accident happened your heart has hardened. Not to me or Ron or Ginny but to everyone else. I just really want you to know that you're still loved. And I think that you should be. . .I don't know. . .just take it one day at a time and try to remember that you're still loved."
"Why are you telling me this? Honestly?" Harry asked.
Hermione sighed. "Because Harry, I get the feeling that you need to hear it and that something big is going to happen to you. And that if you don't remember, or don't want to love anyone, you're never going to overcome it."
Harry nodded. "I'm glad I have at least one girl friend." He got up to walk out. But before he did he looked at Hermione and asked, "Herm?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Don't tell Ron about this."
Hermione smiled. "My lips are sealed."
"Thank Merlin," Faith heard the blonde sigh in relief.
She pretended to rub her nose while really sniffing her hand to see if she really did smell that bad. And, unfortunately for her, she did. She grabbed her only bag and headed out the doors of the plane and out the doors to her new home.
As she looked around the city of London she suddenly felt very nervous. Where would she go? What would she do? Where would she sleep? Eat? Could she get a job? She was even thinking as far as becoming a citizen of this new country. But first, she decided to learn her way around.
"Are you all packed?" Mrs. Weasley asked walking into the living room.
"Yes mum," Ron answered.
"You sure?"
Ron sighed. "Yes mum."
"Calm down Ronald!" hissed Mrs. Weasley. "I don't want things to be like they were last year. Remember? We nearly missed the train!"
Ron rolled his eyes but was careful not to let him mother see this. "Sorry mum."
Mrs. Weasley smiled before heading out the door.
Harry looked up form his book. "Hey Ron?"
Ron looked at him. "Yes?"
"What do you say we gather everyone and play one more game of quiditch before the start of term?" he asked him.
"Really?" Harry nodded. "All right. I'll go get Hermione and Ginny."
"Don't forget Fred, George, your mum, and what about Percy? And how 'bout your dad?"
"Yeah, yeah."
Everyone agreed to the game. Hermione looked at Harry and smiled. "Thanks for making the effort. I'm surprised to see you trying this hard."
Harry shrugged. "Yeah well. You were right. And for once, I don't mind admitting that."
"Hey, harry," Ron said running up to him.
"Yes?"
"Look Harry. . .I'm sorry."
"About what?"
"About telling you how you HAD to have a girlfriend. You don't. Besides, the girls at Hogwarts don't even know you."
Harry smiled. "Thanks Ron."
Ron smiled back and headed off where his family stood waiting for him. Harry looked at Hermione. "It's amazing what will happen if people were always smiling. Don't you think?"
"It is," Harry agreed. "By the way, Herm? Did you tell Ron about Ginny's secret boyfriend yet?"
Hermione looked at Ron and how happy he was right now. "I'll tell him later."
Wow! Faith loved the city. London was so much better than Chicago. Chicago for one thing was a dump and had rude and scary people. Well. . .most of the people anyway. You had to get to know them first before anyone could except you. London on the other hand was clean and sophisticated. The people were very charming and they didn't seem to judge her. But maybe that was because no one was looking at her. Faith didn't care. She was lost in London. Literally. And she didn't care. She went where her feet took her.
And she let herself be led by an unknown force she couldn't help but notice something different about her. She suddenly felt that this new spirit coming out of her. Like it was alive. She loved the sense of having her own adventure at the moment. But there was still that feeling that someone was watching her. Well, not watching, but waiting, or looking for her. Like if she turned a wrong corner that would be the end of her freedom.
Her feelings were stopped short when she stopped to look in the window of a dress shop. When she two of which that caught her eyes she couldn't help it, and walked into the store for a closer look.
The first dress that caught her eye was white and strapless. It had white lace over it that split as it reached the bottom. It seemed to be decorated in jewels at the very top. 'I'm no queen,' Faith thought to herself. 'But that is BEAUTIFUL!'
She turned to the second dress. A simpler one, but still lovely nonetheless. It seem to come above the knee in a very sophisticated way. It was pink with spaghetti straps. And although Faith was never really big on flowers she did enjoy the floral print on the dress. At the top it was cut in a v-neck style but that part was filled in with white material. She looked to the bottom of the dress and noticed how it had the same style. The pink material opened up only to be filled in with white material that had more floral print.
Faith looked at the two dresses. She felt herself smiling and thought of Stan. 'Some day,' she thought. Thinking of Stan made her feel safe. And right now she really needed that.
"Can I help?" asked a female voice.
Faith turned around. "Oh, no. I'm fine. I just. . ." Faith looked back at the two dresses and then back at the woman. "I was just looking."
The woman smiled. The smile reminded her of Stan Nats. "These are two of our finest dresses." She took the pink one off the manikin. "Would you like to try it on?"
Faith's mouth opened but now words came out.
"Go ahead," the woman smiled. "I think you would look lovely in it. It was meant for someone your size anyway."
Faith thought about the baggy pants and t-shirt she now wore she wondered how this woman new anything about her body when she didn't know anything. Faith shook her head. "I have to go." And as quickly as she could she walked out the door.
Faith watched as a mother and her blonde daughter walked in after her. Faith could tell the daughter had no trouble showing off her body. It wasn't that she was gay, it was just this girl really had a way of making sure everyone noticed her. She looked to where they went into the dress store. And, to Faith's disgust, she soon found the woman taking the white dress off the manikin and giving it to the girl to try on. Faith sighed and turned and walked away.
She had only taken a few steps when out of no where it began raining. Faith moaned. She looked around her for some sort of shelter. Two doors seem to pop out of no where and she began to run towards them. Thunder struck over her head. As Faith reached the two black doors she shouted, "Hurry up. . .OPEN!"
Before she even touched the door opened for her. Faith nearly tripped as the doors did something unsuspected. She crashed into a pillar and winced in pain as she hit her many bruises. "Ow!" she moaned and rubbed her arm.
She gathered herself up and looked around. She was in a train station. A very nice one at that. 'Well,' she thought to herself. 'Better than nothing.' She looked at the doors and thought. 'Did I touch the doors?'
She remembered her father always telling her that magic was fake. For some reason right now, she thought about when he was sober, in a good mood and actually talked to Faith like his daughter. Well, almost like her daughter.
"Magic," he had said, "is a bunch of shit. You see them doing crap on T.V all the time, psht! Just go to the library and you can learn how to saw someone in half."
Faith remembered nearly choking on the Chinese food he had allowed her to eat that night when he mentioned the "saw" and "someone in half." But he kept talking and Faith kept listening.
"Magic is nothing," he muttered to himself everyday. And to Faith. "Don't you ever get involved with the devils work!"
There were nights when Faith would find herself staying up late thinking about magic. Was it really fake? An illusion? Although she knew she could never tell her father, Faith couldn't help but disagree with him. There was this feeling inside her that was too strong to ignore. A feeling that kept reminding her she was special. Those were Faith's favorite nights. The nights when she knew she could blow her father away. Literally.
Now, when she thought about opening those doors without even touching them, a new feeling came over. She felt like a leader. A special leader. With special skills. Her train of thought was interrupted when she heard, "Over here mates."
She gasped and turned her body around. She saw three shadowy figures walking towards her. She quickly grabbed her bag and hid behind a pillar. As she saw the them moving closer she hoped she would be able to walk around them. So, very carefully, she walked towards them but was careful not to be seen. Hiding behind the pillars worked for her.
"What are you talking about?" asked a second voice.
"I'm telling you I heard summum boss," said the first voice again.
"Your mad," said the second voice again. "'Ey! Tim'y! Ge' o'er here!"
Faith didn't like their strong accents. It scared her.
"Yes?" said a young voice.
"All righ' then lads," the second voice began. "We gonna spread out. Fred'y, look over there. Tim'y, go that way. I'll go back where we were."
"Can't we just drop it?" asked the young voice. "I don't think they heard or saw anything."
"I outta smack you righ' now. Now get searchin!" the second voice yelled.
Faith breathed in and out hard. She stayed by the pillar where she was now. She figured she could just keep walking around it and wouldn't be seen by them. They searched for about ten minutes when the first voice said, "Les go boss. Ain't nothin' here but the smell of old train gas."
"Yeah, I guess you're righ'. Les go lads then."
Faith waited until she heard the squeaking of a door. She let out a sigh of relief. She turned around her pillar and then-
"GOTCHA!"
Faith screamed.
"'Ey! Look at this lads!" Said the old man. His white hair and brown eyes did nothing to give Faith a feeling of comfort. "Ain't she cute?"
"I say," said the first voice. Faith turned and saw another man that was younger than the old one by only about ten years it looked like. The way he carried his extra weight made Faith wonder if he was going to sit on her and kill her right there. "She is cute. 'Ey, boss, mind if I take a swing at her."
The old man laughed. "'Ey, Tim'y. What do you think? Cute bird, 'ey?" He laughed, showing off his toothless smile. "Tim'y, you alrigh' there then?"
Faith looked into the young boys eyes. She got a very good glimps of them. Blue and green. Like an ocean. Kind, but, very scared. She knew he didn't want to be there. The way his long, brown hair fell and framed his face made him seem even more vulnerable.
"Tim'y."
"Les go lads," he finally said. "I don't want to do this to her. She didn't see anything. Come on."
"We'll see." The old man looked at Faith. He pinned her against the wall. Faith couldn't help it. She began crying. What this man was doing brought on too many painful memories. "O! Look. The 'ittle bird is going to cry now. Come on now cutie. We ain't gonna hurt cha. Just tell us. Did you see anything?" Faith didn't say anything. "Alrigh', I'll ask again then. Did. You. See. ANYTHING?" Still, she was scared to talk.
That's when he slapped her, knocking her to the ground. "DAMMIT GIRL!"
"Please," Faith whimpered.
"'EY?!"
Faith looked at him. "Let me go?"
The old man looked at the other man closest to his age. "She's all yours."
He moved out of his way. Faith tried to get up before the man could do whatever he wanted with her, but she was slow and weak in her knees. He threw himself on top of her and pinned her wrist above her head.
"POPS!" she cried, as if expecting to see him run through the door at any minute.
"I'll bet you never been with a REAL man before, have you lass?" he asked as he began to undue his pants. "Ess, alright." He removed them. "I'll show ya."
As soon as he removed them Faith did the first thing that came to mind and keened right in the crotch. He screamed and let go of her, giving her enough time to get to her feet.
"GET HER!" the old man shouted.
The one that had Faith on the ground got up and made his way towards her. "Yer gonna pay for that lass."
He brought his fist up and almost hit her. But to everyone's surprise Faith's reflexes were quick and she managed to block it. The man starred at he but only to try and hit her again.
"HERE!"
His partner threw him a pipe he had found on the ground. The man tried swinging it down to meet her head, but again, Faith managed to grab the pipe and throw it over her shoulder. Before she knew it she began beating the old guy up. Sure Pops had taught Faith how to fight, but she never fought anyone. She never wanted to. But now, as she fought someone who was three times her size and age, she couldn't help but feel this rush of excitement that she could actually do this.
One more hit and that was it. The other old man pushed his partner out of the way. He stalked up to Faith and showed her a knife. Faith stopped dead in her tracks. That knife he held reminded her too much of her father. TOO much.
"You've seen this before haven' you dear?" he asked her.
Faith didn't say anything. She could feel her feet walking backwards.
"I can tell," he continued. "Your bruises, cuts, the way it's hard for you to walk."
Faith bumped into another pillar.
"You're a runaway aren' you lass?" he asked.
"Make me disappear," Faith mutterer to herself.
"We could use you."
"Make me disappear," she continued.
"I like you're fighting skills."
"Make me disappear," she said louder so the three men could here it.
The old man smiled his toothless smile. "There ain't no one here lass." He brought the knife down by her lip. "C'mon then lass."
"Make me disappear!" Faith shouted in his face.
"DAMMIT GIRL THERE AIN'T NO ONE HERE! I KNOW YOU SAW SOMETHING!" He brought the knife above her head. "JUST DIE ALREADY!!"
As he brought it down Faith shouted, "MAKE ME DISAPPEAR!"
And just like that, she disappeared. Not the was she expected to though. She felt herself falling backwards, unable to grab something to help her break it. After what felt like forever she landed hard on her back. Her bag was thrown right in her face.
She threw it off her in frustration and cried on the floor for several minutes. She looked at the ceiling and shouted, with tears still in her eyes, "WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!" She sat up. "WHY DON'T YOU JUST STRIKE ME RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW AND GET IT OVER WITH!" She put her head in her knees and cried some more as she muttered, "I just wanna a home. Somewhere to belong. I just want someone to realize my strengths."
Faith lifted her head after realizing what she had said. "Strengths." Something everyone, besides Pops, had told her she never had. She whipped her tears away. She had that feeling again. That feeling where she knew she was in charge. And, oh, how she wanted to believe that feeling. She wanted to so bad. And she almost did. She thought about what her father had always told her.
"I HATE YOU!" "YOU AIN'T WORTH NOTHIN!" "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY LIFE!" "YOU'RE PART OF THE REASON YOUR MOTHER LEFT! YOU'RE A NOBODY!""YOU HAVE TOO MUCH OF YOUR MOTHER IN YOU!!"
Her mother. All her life Faith knew that the story was different. When her father said, or shouted, "You have too much of your mother in you," Faith couldn't help but feel pride in that even when he beat her. All her life she had searched through their house to see if she could find any clue about her mother, but not even a picture was found. But she did know her name.
Marie Haile Feathergood.
The only reason why Faith knew this was because one day, while searching in her fathers draws she came across a strange looking stick with the name carved into it. She knew it was her mother because of the tingling feeling she got when she took it.
With her mother in mine again Faith decided to trust her new ability to take whatever was thrown at her. She looked at her bag and said to no one, "I hope I still have that with me."
She got up, grabbed her bag and looked up to find a sign to tell her where she was. She squinted at the sign reading, Hogwarts Express; Platform 9 3/4.
"Odd," Faith said to herself.
She turned around and what she saw made her loss for words. "W-w-w. . ." was all she could get out. She finally decided to shut her mouth and just go and look at the train she had just uncovered. She looked at the engine and read again, Hogwarts Express.
"Beautiful," was all she could manage to even whisper.
She walked down to one of the carts and tried to open a door but when she found it wouldn't budge she said to it, "Open!" in a stern voice. And, on her command, it opened. "Must be sensitive to sound," she told herself, and walked in.
As soon as stepped in lights turned on in the halls giving the whole place a homey feeling. She smiled and walked into a cabin all the way at the end of the cart. She walked in and set her stuff down then threw herself on the chair. She moaned. "OOOO! That feels good. Never have I been on something that could be so comfortable."
She put her hands under her head and turned on her side. Something in large red letters on a rack caught her eye. FIRST AID. Faith pulled herself back up and took down the rather large kit. She opened it and was amazed at the strange items in it. Bottles of colorful liquid mostly. But the strange thing was, faith felt like she knew the items. She picked up one and read the label: BRUISES. AND ONLY BRUISES!
Faith quickly took off he shirt. She looked for some directions but didn't find any. All she found was: HEALS IN LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS. GUARANTEE.
Faith rolled her eyes but still decided to try the stuff. She put some of the lotion in her hand and rub it across her belly. Right before her very eyes the bruises disappeared. Faith squeezed the bottle because she was afraid she would drop it. She went back into the halls and looked for a bathroom. When she came across one she opened the door and went in. She undress herself and began to apply the lotion all over her body.
Her legs, arms, neck, chest, belly and everywhere in between. She looked around the bathroom. When she saw the tub and the towel she ended up staying in there for four hours.
That was the best night of her new life.
okay guys here you go! hope you enjoyed! i am working on the next chapter now. in this chapter i kind of wanted you guys to see what faith was like when her afther wasn't around. and there will be more of the "real her" in the next chapter. . . . . .