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I Love You

Chapter-6-First Aid

"RON! HARRY! HERMIONE! GINNY!" Mrs. Weasley shouted early the next morning. "Get up! The train leaves in an hour."

It sounded like a herd of elephants rushing down the stairs. Hermione's hair was still messed up. Ginny hadn't changed. Ron's eyes still were barley open, and Harry looked like he desperately needed his sleep.

"Why didn't you wake us earlier?" Ron complained. He began picking random things off the ground and throwing them

Mrs. Weasley raised a brow. "Thought you were packed."

Ron stopped and looked at his mother.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and said, "You still have four hours."

Faith would have slept longer, had it not been for the vacuum she heard out in the halls. She sat up and allowed last night to run through her brain The good and the bad. She looked at her arm and smiled. The bruises were really gone.

She gasped when the door to her cabin on the train opened. A young man, somewhere in his twenties, gave Faith a cold, hard stare.

"I"- Faith started.

"What are you doing here?" he asked her.

"Sorry," she said quickly.

"You are sorry, aren't you."

"But"-

"Get up."

Faith did as she was told.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?"

"Dressed?"

"Arthur?" yelled a voice not too far from them.

"I found her Jenny!" The young man looked back at Faith. "Why aren't you dressed?"

Faith starred at him with a dumb look on her face.

He sighed in annoyance. He lifted, what looked like to Faith, a stick, said something in a strange language, and before Faith knew it, there was a soft red and gold glow around her. When she looked at her clothes she noticed something different. Black, old lady shoes. Black tights. A black skirt that went past her knees. A white collared shirt and a red jacket with golden button to top it off. Her hand went to her hair and she felt it up in a soft bun.

The two starred at each other. "Well?" the boy snapped.

"Huh?"

He sighed again. "Come along."

He grabbed her wrist and dragged her down the halls.

"Do you have any idea what you've put us through?" the boy growled at her.

"What?"

"Oh, don't play dumb Marriot!"

"Marriot?!"

The boy opened a door on the end of the train that Faith had not noticed before.

"Here you go Jenny. I have to go finish the cleaning."

"Thank you," answered a female voice.

An old woman came out from behind a wall. She looked angry, but that couldn't hide her smile. She walked up to Faith saying, "Don't mind him dear. Ol' Gerald always gets nervous before the kids arrive."

"Kids?" questioned Faith.

The woman smiled. "Well, there not all kids. I suppose I should call some of them young adults. Here dear. Would you please wash these out for me."

Faith got started on some dishes over the sink. She was about to ask another question, but the woman went on, "I've going to Hogwarts, there and back, mind you, my whole life. Now don't get me wrong, it's not that I can't get a job anywhere else, I mean I can. I just really like going there and back."

"Hogwarts?" Faith washed the dishes slowly.

"The school we're going to dear." She frowned. "You're not form around here dear are you?"

Faith shook her head.

Jenny rubbed her chin. Then she said, "Oh, you must be from America." She laughed. "That explains. Should of picked up o it sooner. Anyway, Hogwarts is the wizarding school in Britain. Dumbledore is the headmaster. Good man he is. But getting old." She frowned. "Young Harry Potter keeps him on his toes."

She popped some batter into an oven and began on some more treats.

"Harry Potter?" asked Faith. "Who's that?"

Right away Faith knew she had asked the wrong question. Jenny was giving her the same look she had seen time and time again. The Are you crazy? look, or, You didn't mean that, right?

Jenny set her spoon on the counter. "You really don't know who Harry Potter is?"

Faith, hesitantly, shook her head no.

"He's the boy who lived. Ring any bells?"

Faith really didn't want to upset Jenny anymore, so she just nodded and went back to the dishes.

A few hours later you could hear kids scrambling outside the train. Faith peaked out her window. She watched as parents and children ran, some walked, through the wall. Faith smiled every time she saw this. Magic, she would always think with excitement.

A little girl, she guessed twelve or eleven came through the wall next. She was a small brunette. Quite like Faith when she was that age. Faith waited for her parents to come through, but they never did. She looked at the girl's expression on her face. Faith knew that expression only too well. She was scared and nervous.

Faith walked out off the train and over to her. "Need some help?" she asked the girl.

The girl smiled shyly. "Please?" she asked.

Faith nodded. "Give me your things." She pushed them over to the storage compartment on the train and looked back at the girl and said, "Your things will be taken care of, trust me. Follow me." She took the small girl's hand and led her onto the train. "Want to sit here?" she offered.

The girl nodded. "Thank you."

"Your welcome," Faith nodded and walked away.

"Chrissy?" someone shouted.

Faith turned. So did the small girl.

"Gabby!" she shouted and rushed up to hug her.

"You're a witch to?!" shouted Gabby.

Chrissy nodded. "This is great! Come on, I've got a seat."

Faith smiled before going back to her work.

"We made it!" Ron sighed coming through the wall.

Hermione came in after him. She looked at her watch. "With fifteen minutes to spare. Harry!"

Harry coming running in followed by Ginny. "Wow! I didn't think we make it here early."

"This one goes in the book," Ginny commented. "Weasley's, Potter, and Granger: Early. . .For once. Come on let's get a seat."

In no less than fifteen minutes te train began to move. Faith stumbled over when she felt it. "We're moving," she whispered to herself. She found her balance and smiled. "We're moving!" she said louder. "Wahoo! We are moving! We are moving!" she sang as she danced, throwing her hands in the air and jumping up and down.

"Marriot? Marriot!"

Faith stopped and turned to Jenny. She smiled nervously. "Sorry. It's just, from what you told me about Hogwarts, I can't help it."

Jenny smiled and went back to her work, and Faith went back to her own.

As she began to prepair some more treats she thought about what Jenny had told her so far about Hogwarts. Trolls? Wizards? Witches? Potions? Flying horses? Broomsticks? People turning into animals?! Magic? Just the thought of that word made Faith smile. But there was one thing that faith couldn't stop thinking about.

Jenny had told her that only children with special gifts can get through the pillar. Faith knew what she was talking about. She said that witches and wizards usually show sign of special powers around the age of three. Muggle born children rarely or never show it until they get to school. Of course Faith had no idea what the word "muggle" meant.

But when she said that only children with special gifts get through the pillar Faith thought about how she got through it. She remembered saying, no, chanting, seems to fit better, Make me disappear. She remembered that feeling she got. She felt in control. So, since she got through the pillar, could that mean that she had her own special gifts?

Then Jenny told her how witches and wizards show early signs of magical gifts. Faith thought about signs she might of shown. The doors! She remembered having that same feeling of power when she ran into the station. Open! She had shouted. Not once but twice. She figured out that the doors on the train were not sensitive to sound because, if they were, they wouldn't need someone always standing there opening them.

As Faith put more treats in the oven she thought of her chant. Make me disappear. It sounded very familiar. A strange feeling came over her. She experienced something she never thought she would have to. A horrible flashback.

She was remembering one particular time when her father had come home drunk and was shouting to her and cursing. She knew what he wanted. He was carrying around the bottle. Like many times before.

Faith had hid in a closet. Her knees were so close to her chest she thought they would go right through. Make me disappear, she had been muttering ever since she heard him walk in. She had closed her eyes tight and thought hard. Make me disappear. Make me disappear. Make me disappear.

Over and over again she repeated it. She could hear her father shouting for her. Cursing her out. Even though he didn't know where she was. As Faith heard him walk up the old, squeaky stairs she repeated, Make me disappear, louder. Slowly, she felt more in control of what she was saying and kept repeating it until finally, he opened the closet door.

Faith looked up with tears in her eyes at him. He father looked right at her, but instead of pulling her by her hair and nearly breaking her neck like he would usually do, he just cursed again and walked away.

Faith listened as he went downstairs and heard him shout, "WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU GIRL. . .!"

She didn't listen to him anymore. A new chant had come to her mind. Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Forget about today, just go to sleep. Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Forget about today, just go to sleep.

She had repeated that for what felt like hours to her. Long after her father had finally gone to bed she walked out of the closet and went downstairs to find her father passes out on the couch. The next morning as Faith got out of bed. Which was nothing more than an old blanket, he passed by her open door. Her whole body tensed up on instinct waiting for him to hit her. But he never did. He just looked at her for no more than a few seconds and walked away.

"Marriot? Marriot! MARRIOT!"

Faith jumped. Her hand slapped the plastic bowl with the batter she had been working on. The bowl flew into the air and came back down hard on top of her head. She breathed in and out hard.

"Jenny!" she gasped. She looked down at her clothes. "Oh, I am so sorry."

"It's all right dear," said Jenny. "Here. . ." She handed Faith a towel. "Go take a shower. I'd use magic but you look like you could use a break." She looked one more time at Faith. "I never saw anyone with enough strength to do that."

Faith took the towel, thanked Jenny and left.

"Hermione?" asked Harry.

"Yes?"

Harry looked up from her bag that he was looking through. "I didn't out my cloak in here did I?"

Hermione shrugged. "I'm not your mother."

Harry smiled. "I don't believe you sometimes. Well, it looks like I put my cloak in my trunk. Damn."

"Mum might of," said Ron. "Did you leave it out by Hermione's bag?" Harry nodded. "Then yeah. She went around last night putting a few things away for us."

"How do you know?" asked Ginny.

"She said so. Anyway, don't worry. Marigold, Cho and Draco haven't come for you yet."

Harry laughed. "True."

Harry got back into his seat. "Hullo, Harry," said a girlish voice.

"Spoke to soon," Ginny muttered in Harry's ear.

Marigold walked over and sat right next to Harry.

"Wow, Marigold," Hermione managed to get out. "You're looking. . ." She wanted to say "slutty", but managed to say, "Good."

Marigold flashed her an extremely white smile. Marigold Twit was not your average sixteen year old girl. She was. . .above it. Her skin was perfect. Way to perfect. No tan lines. No nothing. The prefect color. Her eyes were the prefect blue. They were bluer than the sky, but not quite like the ocean. Her long legs complimented her huge breast and flat stomach. Her hair was the prefect blonde color. It had no other colors in it, like brown or tint of red in it. It is strictly blonde. Her face was the prefect shape and her lips weren't a faded pink like most people's. They were red.

She had no problem with her body. And no one really could deny it. Marigold Twit had the hottest body. Her breast and curves could easily be seen through her red tang top. Everyone in the cabin was sur the top was three sizes too small, maybe more because of the way it wouldn't go over her belly. Her blue jean, you could tell, was made for her and her body. It was made to show off her hips, and her hips only than flow at the end that came way over the knee, showing off her prefect legs. Then to finish it all off, red flip flops, with a french manicure.

Yip. There was no denying it. Marigold Twit was, beside Cho Chang also, was the hottest girl in school. Even Harry could feel his eyes crawling up her legs and wondering what exactly was under that skirt. And for that, he wanted to slap himself. Marigold was in Huffelpuff. That was the only thing keeping Harry and everyone else in his house sain.

"Oh my gosh!" she began. Harry knew where this was going. "I was at this dress store in London the other day and they had the cutest little pink dress there. You know, one with flowers on it and v-cut at the top. Ohmygosh! There was a white one, but my boobs were too big."

Hermione couldn't help but think, along with Ginny, how amazing it was what some girls will do to embarrass themselves. Harry and Ron thought right along with the,.

"So," Marigold said annoyingly. "Harry," she scooted back a little. "My how you have grown."

Harry wasn't sure what to say. Now he wished he had taken one of Dudley shirts to hide some of the muscle and tan he had gotten over the summer from her. Here it comes, he thought to himself.

"You know Harry," Marigold began again. Sh reached into her purple purse and pulled out a magazine with a picture of a guy on the front and showed it to him.

"Whatever you've heard Marigold," Harry said, "I am NOT gay."

She giggled again. Everyone in the cabin fought the earge to put their hands over their ears. "I know that silly. Look at this guy."

Harry pretended to do so. He looked at Hermione and she knew what hew as thinking.

"See? He's all muscle. I think if you just worked out a bit more you could look like him. And check out his tan!"

After hearing this Harry had to look at the guy, but he looked quickly at Marigold. "He probably took steroids."

Harry had no idea why Marigold liked this guy. Okay, so he didn't have HUGE muscles. But he had them. And his body was well toned. He could take a punch and it would be awhile before it hurt.

"Marigold," Harry heard Hermione say. "Could you PLEASE leave. The four of us have a few things we'd like to discuss."

"Surely anything Harry can tell you guys he can tell me." Marigold did something that made Harry and everyone else nearly throw up. She grabbed his hand.

"Whoa!" Harry shouted quickly dropping hers.

"Oh Harry!" she said briskly. "Come on."

She leaned her head in against his. Harry felt himself backing away from her. Apparently Marigold Twit had no shame. Her lips were puckered, her eyes were closed and-

"How cute."

Marigold stopped what she was doing and everyone else looked in the direction of the voice. Never had Harry ever been happier to see a Malfoy.

"Got a girlfriend Potter?" Draco asked. "Well, I will admit, she is cute." He looked at Hermione. "Cuter than others I suppose." He looked back at Harry. "Didn't think you were actually into blondes. Remember to invite me toy our wedding. Do you think your parents will approve? Oh wait that's right, you haven't GOT any parents." He nearly fell to the floor laughing.

Marigold stood up and took two steps forward. Draco stopped laughing. "Yes?"

She slapped him in his chest and shouted, "You're mean!"

Draco started laughing again. "This the best you can do Potter?"

"Be quiet you!" she shouted again. "He's already been through enough heart ache, what with his parents and all. His godfather died!" This was the last thing Harry needed, or even wanted. "He's very sensitive about these things you know!"

"Sensitive?" Draco wondered looking at Harry.

He looked back at Marigold and she said again, "His godfather died"- A crowd was beginning to from in the halls- "he doesn't need someone like you always around. He needs someone to love him and hold him. Just because your father"-

"MY father?" Draco asked. He looked ta Harry and Harry looked back. "My father has told me hundreds of things about your father Potter."

"ANS THEY ARE ALL LIES!" Harry shouted standing up.

"I beg to differ! Your father-!"

That was it. Harry had enough. He tackled Draco to the floor and punched him hard in the face. He was really mad at Marigold at the moment. She should not of said those things. Now everyone was going to think, Potter, the woos! He didn't care right now. All he wanted to do was hit Draco as hard as he could. He hated it when anyone talked about his family, unless it was him doing the talking. And he hated it when people treated him like such a baby.

Draco rolled over so he was on top of Harry throwing the punches. "HARRY!" someone shouted. Harry was sure it belonged to Ginny.

"GO GET JENNY!" he heard Ron shout.

Ron tired to get Draco off of Harry but was thrown back. "RON!" Hermione shouted. "HARRY! STOP THIS!"

"Listen to Granger, Potter," Draco growled, but only Harry could hear over the screaming. "Thought you were sensitive!"

"Not sensitive enough!" Harry shouted and he punched Draco again. But it wasn't enough.

"The lion is stronger now is it? It's the snake!" Draco hissed.

Harry kicked him hard in the stomach. That got him off. As soon as the two were about to tackle each other again they tripped. Their feet were glued to the floor. Everything stopped. Draco and Harry banged heads and got knocked backwards.

"ENOUGH OF THIS!" someone shouted. "YOU, MALFOY! COME WITH ME!"

Jenny picked Draco up by his ear. "Arthur, take young Potter to another bathroom so he can wash up. Dumbledore will be hearing about this. ALL OF YOU, BACK INSIDE!"

Everyone did as they were told. "Get in there!" Arthur shoved Harry in the bathroom all the way at the end of the first train.

Harry looked at himself in the mirror and nearly threw up. His lip was cut, his face was bruising, and his wrist felt broken. "Damn you Malfoy!"

He turned on the water. He bent over and stopped. He turned it off. He saw water on the floor near him. He looked up and saw a girl standing there with nothing on but a small towel.

Faith stepped out of the bathtub but stopped. She looked at the boy, or young man, standing before her and nearly screamed. But she had seen worse before.

The two starred at each other. Faith wished she hadn't taken so long. It didn't even feel like she had taken that long.

Harry's eyes traveled over Faith's body. Her long, wet hair framed her face. She bit her pink bottom lip and that had an effect on Harry that he never thought he would have. His eyes traveled down to her legs. He frowned. They were several cuts and scars on each leg. But he looked away from that and instead looked at how long they were. Long, and right now, looked very silky.

Faith felt her own green eyes studying Harry. The way his shirt hugged his body made it easy for Faith to see what underneath. And it made it even easier for her imagination to run wild. She shook he head. She had never had this kind of feeling come over her before.

The two looked up at each other. And their eyes locked. Harry noticed how green her eyes were and Faith noticed his own emerald ones. When she saw some blood drip from his lip she came back to her senses.

She tucked her towel in itself, grabbed his wrist and sat him down on the toilet. Harry rubbed his wrist. Faith didn't noticed that was the wrist he had hurt. She was busy looking in the cabinet for a first aid kit. She looked on the walls and spotted one. She grabbed it and went back to Harry.

She examined hi face and began to take care of his cuts. It wasn't really that big of a surprise why Faith knew this stuff. Her friends had been in a lot of fights. She was the only one who knew how to take care of their injuries. She was always the one with extra band-Aids. She was the one who had to read about this stuff since no one really cared if they needed stitches or not.

Neither of them talked. Harry let Faith do her work. Besides, he couldn't talk even if he wanted to. When ever Faith touched his face it out him in some sort of a trance. He felt like a zombie. Usually he never liked anybody babying him, and he always meant to tell Faith to stop, but when ever she touched his face again, he couldn't. He actually wanted to grab her hand and say, Don't let go.

Faith gasped. "What?" Harry asked. That was the first thing he had said to her.

"You're tear ducts got hit when he punched you," Faith stated.

"My what?"

Faith grabbed a washcloth and allowed it to soak in warm water for a few minutes. "Your tear ducts," she said turning to Harry again. "Their what make you cry. He took a really good hit on you. You know for someone who got into a fight that only lasted not even ten minutes, you sure got pretty beat up."

"How do you know it was less that ten minutes?" Harry asked her.

"I've seen a lot of fights," she answered and took the cloth out of the sink. "Just apply a warm cloth to your eye for fifteen minutes a day."

"How long?" Harry allowed her to set the cloth on his eye.

"Until the swelling goes down."

Harry grabbed Faith's wrist and lifted his other hand to feel his eye. Faith felt the tingling sensation in Harry's hand go up her arm. Much like when she found that stick with her mothers name on it, only this felt different somehow.

"Where's the swelling?" Harry asked her.

Now it was Faith's turn. She grabbed Harry's hand and led it up to his eye. "Feel that bump?"

"No."

"It's small."

A few more seconds and, "I feel it."

"Just wait till it goes down." Harry looked at faith and notice her smile. "You might to leave the cloth on for a few extra days just to be sure."

Harry smiled back. "Thank you."

Faith's smile got bigger. "Oh. The cut by your lip might bleed a little more tonight. The one under your eye is good, and I'm not sure about the scar on your head. Did you always have that?"

Harry's eyes widen. But he answered, "Yes."

Silence.

"Where are you from?"

"America."

"Oh."

More silence.

"When did you get here?"

"A few days ago."

"Are you living here now, or just visiting?"

Faith bit her lip but smiled and answered, "I live here."

"Cool."

"Yeah."

Even more silence.

"Well I gotta," the two said at the same time standing up. They looked at each other and laughed.

"See you around?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I guess so."

Harry went for the door.

i know the ending was chessy, but i have been working on it for the past. . .it feels like the past day! Anyway, like i said before, i want you guys to see a little mor of Faith. the "real her." hope you liked it!