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A/N; --------- hey guys. okay, i noticed how for Marigold Twit I put how she was in Huffelpuff in chapter six, and Gryffindor in chapter seven, just so ya know, she is in HUFFELPUFF!!!! sorry about that. i tend to get ideas as i write and as idea came to mind, but that screwed everything up. anyway, sorry about that. "MARIGOLD TWIT" is in HUFFELPUFF house. and no, she isn't on the quiditch team. SORRY!

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Chapter-8-Feathergood

Faith knew exactly what she wanted to say. So, she said it. "She went here?! When? Why? What about my father? How did they meet? Did they even meet here? Feathergood? Where the heck did that come from?"

"I'm not sure what all to tell you," Dumbledore thought out loud. "I'm not sure what all you can handle."

"What?" yelled Faith. "I can handle it. I am a big girl. Sixteen! I can handle anything!"

Dumbledore held up his hand to silence her. But when even that didn't work he finally shouted, "Feathergood!"

Faith stopped in mid sentence. "Sorry sir," she mumbled.

Dumbledore smiled. "I'm not sure where to begin"-

"How 'bout when my mom came here?" Faith suggested quickly.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "Back in the seventies, your mother was in her fourth year when she came here."

"Where was it where she used to go?" Faith asked again.

"Please Miss Feathergood, let me continue."

Faith relaxed in her chair and allowed Dumbledore to continue. For now.

"She was going to a magic school in America, but she came here because of her father's death from a sudden heart attack. Her mother could not afford to send her to school"-

"So what then?"

"I am getting there. I heard about Miss Feathergood in the American Wizard papers. She had amazing gifts in potions, and in her charms class. I wanted her to continue her schooling, so her mother and I talked it over and your mother came here."

"But why did you want my mother?"

"Like I said, she had an amazing gift in potions and charms. I wanted to see her gifts grow. Of course, I wasn't the headmaster then. Professor Tiblet was. It wasn't that hard to convince the man that we should allow your mother to come. A lot of school's wanted her. They figured it would look good."

"Is that what you figured?"

"No. I also saw your mothers leadership skills. Believe me Faith, before your mother came this school was a mess. Professor Tiblet, myself, and the other professor's tried to get things in order. We needed new books. Our students were starting fights all the time. Not to mention the professors were very short tempered. So she helped out with that."

"So. . .you needed her?"

"No."

"This isn't making any sense. First you say she's smart, and that'll make the school look good, then you say how this school was messed up. It sounds like you needed her."

Faith hated using words like "needed" and "was." It kept reminding her of how she would never see her mother again.

"I am getting there. Anyway, we had another young man who was getting ready to graduate. Steven Green. He was two years older than your mother, and he was extremely smart."

"Dad? Smart?"

"Yes. He was very good in transfiguration. But not that good in history class. I have heard rumors that he could change into an owl whenever he wished."

"Steven Green? We are thinking about the same guy, right?"

Dumbledore nodded. "I assure you. Anyway, the rest of this part is simple. Your mother graduated, and ran away with your father back to the states with him. Even though it was against her mothers wishes. Not to mention my own."

"Why would she marry my dad?"

"Understand this Faith. Whenever a new witch, wizard, sorcerers, or anyone else in our world is born, a new prophecy is made. Just for that one person."

"Prophecy?"

"Yes. Once in awhile I do look at them. And I came across your mothers one day and decided to have a look. Now, understand this, I thought I would read something like. . ." he thought. . . "A doctor, or, if you will, a healer. Maybe even a famous writer. Possibly someone who enjoyed traveling just for fun." He sighed and shook his head. "But. . ."

"But what?" Faith urged him to go on.

"I'm not sure."

"Yes you are! Tell me!" Dumbledore gave her a look that made Faith apologize again.

"Fine." He nodded. "You see Faith, not everyone is meant to do good in life. Some people are meant to die."

He stopped there. Faith was afraid of what she was going to hear next, but he wanted him to keep going. She needed to know this. Okay, so maybe the guy wasn't giving her a lot of information at once. But she was thankful for that. She could barley handle the fact that she was in a magic school. It wasn't that she was scared or anything. She was excited. She wanted to learn all she could.

Sensing this from Faith, Dumbledore continued. "Her mother was meant to die."

Tears made it hard for Faith to see anything. Dumbledore was becoming a blur.

"For you," he finished.

Now she couldn't see anything at all. She allowed the tears to fall freely down. "Why?" she whispered.

"Your father had his own prophesy to," said Dumbledore. "His was actually to overcome someone that was becoming more and more powerful."

"Who?"

"Voldemort."

That name made Faith jump. She didn't know why. She suddenly heard a woman screaming in her head and fell off her chair. Dumbledore rushed to her side. Faith grabbed her head and screamed.

"STOP!" she hollered. "STOP! STOP!"

She felt that feeling of being in control again and the voice faded. Dumbledore helped back into her chair. It had only lasted a second but seemed to take forever.

"What was that?" Faith panted as Dumbledore gave her a glass of cool water.

"Memories," he answered sitting in own chair.

"Can't they be good?" she asked.

"They can be."

"Then why aren't they." She set the glass on his desk. "I mean, ever since I got here it's been nothing but bad memories."

"But a few good feelings," he pointed out.

Faith leaned back in her seat. He was right. She felt at home here in the castle. "Now what about dad, and that. . .who was it again?"

"Voldemort."

Faith felt a headache coming on to her, but she fought it and in a minute it was nothing. Dumbledore smiled to her, like he knew what she had just tried. "Go on," she told him.

"Yes, of course." He cleared his throat. "Like I said. Your father was supposed to destroy Voldemort. But he never did. He couldn't."

"Why not?"

"I do not know. But I do know, that whatever it was, it made him join Voldemort and. . .and. . ."

"And what?"

"Nothing. I. . .nothing. It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does!" Faith shouted again. "This is my family. I can take it!"

"This, I don't think you can."

"Why?"

"That black book you found at the airport," said Dumbledore.

"How did you know about that?"

"How else did you get here?"

"Right," Faith nodded. She reached into her bag and pulled out the black book she had found and gave it to him.

"How do you know I want to see it?" Dumbledore asked her.

Faith shrugged. "You're too obvious."

Dumbledore smiled. "I don't want it. Nor do I need it. But you, Miss Feathergood, will need it."

"But there's nothing in it." Faith flipped through the pages to show him what she meant. "See? Nothing! Blank!"

"It's a magic book," Dumbledore told her. "You'll figure it out."

Faith nodded. Though she did not fully understand. She put the book back in her bag. "Ow!" she screeched.

"What is it?"

"This stick thing," Faith answered pulling it out. She threw it on his desk. "It's hot." Dumbledore examined it. Faith didn't bother asking why he wasn't getting burned. "It was my moms. Her name is right there." Dumbledore flipped it over and noticed the name. "What is it?" Faith asked.

"A wand."

"Wand? You mean like a magicians wand?"

Dumbledore laughed. "Not quiet." he waved it and his window broke.

"Whoa!" Faith gasped. "Cool!"

Dumbledore waved the wand again while muttering something int hat strange language, and the window pieces flew back to where they belonged. He looked back at Faith's opened mouth, and saw it soon turn into a bright smile.

Faith looked at him. Dumbledore said, "You look exactly like your mother when you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Smile."

"Oh." Silence followed. Then Faith asked. "So now what?"

"Well. . .Now the big question for you is, do you plan on staying here?"

"Staying?" Faith gasped. "Here? In. . .Hog. . .hog. . ."

"Hogwarts."

"Yeah! Hogwarts?! Why would I do that? I mean, do I have to, will it"-

"You do not have to Feathergood," Dumbledore said quickly.

"Before we get into wether I want to stay or not," Faith told him a bit rudely, "let me ask something. Why do you keep calling me 'Feathergood'?"

Dumbledore smiled. "I was waiting for you to ask." He got up and walked over to one of his bookshelves. He pulled one out and brought it back to his desk. He opened it and handed Faith a sheet of paper. "That's why," he said at Faith's opened mouth, once again. "I take it you never saw this."

Faith shook her head. "Never." She starred at her birth certificate. There it was, in bold, fancy writing, Faith Marie Feathergood. "Faith wasn't sure what to say. She looked at Dumbledore and asked, "How did you get this? Why didn't my dad ever tell me? I thought I was a Green. Just a Green. Why did he keep this from me."

Faith suddenly felt a new rush of power go through her. Not a lot. But enough to make her nervous. It was like she found a piece to the puzzle in her life. Actually, she did.

Dumbledore answered her, "That is something that you are going to have to find out on your own." Faith starred at him hard. Dumbledore was now very serious. "If you wish to stay I promise, you will find the answers to all your questions. But, if you leave, I promise you, it will haunt you for the rest of your life. That black book you found, the magic in it, will never work. Your father will never tell you everything you want to know. He'll kill you first."

Faith glared at him. How would he know about what her father was like? How would he know about her home, which was over five-thousand miles away? But either way, she knew that she could never go back. Her father would kill her before she even walked in through the door. Not only that, she felt it necessary now to stay.

She sighed and nodded. "I'm staying."

Dumbledore did not smile. He merely nodded and got up from his seat. He walked over to another shelf and pulled down an old hat. He sat back down and said to Faith, "There are four houses. Gryffindor the lion; brave and loyal," he explained slowly. "Ravenclaw the Raven; the clever and the wise. Huffelpuff, the badger . ." He hesitated. ". . .the different ones I suppose. And Slytherin the snake; those who would do anything for power. We use this hat and sort every first year." Faith nodded. "Today being Friday, you got lucky. I will give you some money and send you to Diagon Alley with one of your house prefects. Now about what year you will be in, I will have to give you a test. Don't worry, it will be simple. How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"Very well. Come back to me on Sunday at noon, we will discuss more about the school then."

He got up once again and set the hat upon Faith's head. Right away the hat shouted:

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Sorry guys. this was kind of short. and it may have not made a lot of sense right now, but that's okay, it will in the end. promise.