I don't own anything

I Love You

Chapter-11-Test Results

He was throwing our envelopes. But who was he exactly? Another owl came in and dropped a letter in front of him. "NO!" he shouted.

Then a little girl came running into the room. She was. . .eleven?. . .twelve? Either one. "What is are these daddy?" she asked.

"Nothing!" he spat, and burned one of the envelopes. "Stop coming!"

"Who's sending them?"

"No one."

The little girl picked one of the envelopes up and began to open it. "DON'T YOU DARE!" her father came around and smacked her clear across the face. "GET OUT!"

"But, it has my name on it." Whoa, she had just talked back to her father.

"It has Feathergood on it. Not Green. You're a GREEN!"

"Yes daddy."

"And quit calling me daddy!"

Faith's eyes snapped open. Odd. The man was definitely her father, and that little girl was. . . her? Very odd. She shook her head, got up and walked over to her trunk. She took out the clothes Hermione had bought with her yesterday at Diagon Alley and slipped them on.

As she pulled on her shirt over her head something made a strange noise. One she hadn't heard before. She turned her head toward the large window and starred in awe at large snowy bird.

Faith walked toward it saying, "You're Harry's owl, aren't you?" The owl hooted cheerfully. "He told me you were beautiful. That for me?" Faith took the small package. "Thank you." She watched the owl fly out of her window and go back to the boys dorms.

She went back to her bed and tore off the brown paper. It was a bottle of green blue liquid. The note attached to it said,

Madam Promfrey gave this to me for my scars and cuts from playing Quiditch. Just put some in a cloth or a napkin and rub it where ever the scar is. I promise you, in three hours, the scars will be gone.

-Harry

Faith smiled and did as the letter instructed. She started with her arms and face. She would move onto her legs later. Afterwards she grabbed her wand and began to make her to Dumbledore's office for her testing. As she walked down the halls she heard her name and turned around to see Marigold.

"Hello," said Faith trying to be polite. "You're Marigold? Right?"

"I am." The blonde took a few steps toward Faith. "Feathergood, is that it?"

"You can call me Faith. So, are you friends with Harry to?"

"We're more than friends," she said.

"Good friends?" Faith understood that Harry and Marigold were totally two different people and could never be anything else but good friends. Maybe not even that.

"We're kind of. . ." Marigold smiled slightly, "together."

"That's not what it seemed like." When ever Faith wasn't around her father, she always voiced her opinion with no regret.

"What do you know?" Marigold asked with a nasty voice. "You haven't even been here for two days!"

Faith sighed. She really didn't want this to go any further with this, so she said, "Yeah. Okay. I gotta go."

Meanwhile, Dumbledore got the test ready for Faith. Transfiguration. History of magic. Potions. Charms. Herbs and a written out test. "Dumbledore!" someone breathed walking into his office.

Dumbledore lifted his head. "Severus(sp?), Remus! Glad you're back. Did you get it?"

"It wasn't easy sir," said Remus, "but we got it." He handed Dumbledore a large wooden box. "Feathergood's prophesy. The ministry gave us a little trouble getting it."

"Then how did you acquire it?" asked Dumbledore. No body said anything. Snape and Remus took glances at each other. "Don't tell me you told themwho's prophesy you were going to get did you?"

"No sir, of course not."

"Then how?"

"We snuck in sir," said Remus.

Dumbledore nodded. "Nice to know the two of you worked together. I don't mean to be rude, but I am going to have to ask you to leave. Miss Feathergood is coming in today for her testing."

Snape and Remus' mouth dropped. "Feathergood?" Snape repeated. "Sir, please tell me she is nothing like her mother."

"In some ways, yes," said Dumbledore. "But not it the way you are thinking. I don't think Faith would ever become pregnant before her marriage. She seems more organized than her mother ever was. As gifted as she was."

"Can we see her?" asked Remus.

"Actually"-

"Sorry I'm late sir," said a voice. Faith walked into the room. "Your door was open and I thought that"- She stopped and looked at Snape and Remus. Both men just starred at her in awe. Faith looked back at Dumbledore. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Of course not," said Dumbledore. "Come in." Faith took her seat. "Faith, I would like you to meet your potions master, Professor Snape. And this is Remus Lupin."

Faith stood up and shook both the mens hands. "Pleasure," said Remus, his gaze fixed into Faith's eyes. He quickly broke it, realizing he was trying to see something that he obviously couldn't.

"What do you teach?" Faith asked Remus.

"Oh. . .um," Remus was lost for words.

"Remus," Dumbledore began and Faith looked at him, "is like a substitute for the time being. I am working on his situation right now."

"Situation?"

"It's nothing really," said Remus, hoping Dumbledore wouldn't tell her anything. "Nothing to be concerned about."

Seeing the questions she was about to ask, Snape said quickly, "We should go now Remus. Miss Feathergood had a lot to do today."

Dumbledore and Remus nodded their thanks to Snape nodded their thanks to Remus, and the two men left quickly. Faith starred at Dumbledore who said, "Shall we?" He extended his arm to indicate where the test would be and what they would be.

"Hermione," said Ron at breakfast, "where's Faith."

"Don't know," Hermione answered. "She probably went to explore the grounds."

"Don't you think she can get lost?" Harry asked her.

"Doubt it," she told him. "Besides, the castle is huge. You can see it from miles away. And as long as you can see it, you can't get lost."

"True," Ron agreed. "Harry, do you want to do some practicing today with Ginny? Incase you haven't noticed, she kind of lost it over the summer."

"Excuse me," asked a voice that made Ron cringe.

"By the way Ron," said Harry, "Ginny is right behind you." Ron glared at him. "Thought you ought to know."

Ron turned to Ginny with a huge smile on his face, saying, "Why he-llo my great and wonderful most beautiful sister. Uh, how are you this morning?"

"Cut it," Ginny said sitting hard next to him. "Have you forgotten Ron?" She piled some eggs onto her plate. "You were the one who missed the bludger and let it in three-no-four times! I on the other hand came this close to catching the snitch. Pass the butter. . .Thanks Harry."

"You're welcome."

"So, it isn't I who needs the practice it's you."

Ron's mouth opened and closed. He had nothing to say so he turned to Harry who was trying not to laugh and said, "You enjoy this too much."

"I do."

Ron looked from Hermione, who was reading a book, to Ginny, who ate her breakfast quietly. Then he looked at Harry who didn't meet back his gaze. Finally he said, "Alright, how come I'm always the last one to find out about these things?"

Everyone looked at him. "What are you talking about Ron?" asked Hermione.

"Ginny," began Ron, "mind if I ask you something?" Ginny shook her head no. "Where have you been these last two days."

Ginny swallowed her eggs. "Does it matter? I was in the castle. Where else?"

Ron nodded. "It doesn't. I mean, it does, I just thought that"-

"Harry," Ginny interrupted, "can we go practice? I need it."

Harry nodded "Coming Ron?"

"I suppose."

Harry was glad he didn't ask any questions. Though he knew he wanted to. "I'll be over by the stands," Hermione said, taking out pen and a pad.

"What's that for?" asked Harry.

"For the school paper," she told him.

"We don't have one," he said back.

"We do now."

"You lost me."

"I owled Dumbledore and he said I could start one."

"But, Herm, that's what we have the prophet for."

"Yes, but I think this would be better for the students and staff of Hogwarts to really know what's going on."

Ron opened his mouth to speak but thought of a better idea. Don't say anything about this to his girlfriend at all.

"Come on Ginny," Harry said giving her a broom.

The three flew into the air and began their practice. "Ron," Ginny shouted, "I'm no expert, but maybe if you payed attention, you'd be able to actually see the bludger coming your way."

"Shut it!"

They practiced until lunch when they went inside to get something to eat. "Hermione," said Harry, "why don't you try Quiditch for once. Even if it is a practice. Or we could do it just for fun."

"No," she told him. "Trust me, I would love to try out for the team, but that would get in the way of studies. Speaking of which, Harry, when are you having the tryouts?"

"Not sure. Maybe in two weeks. We have to get it around the school."

"We could get Marigold or Cho to do that for us," Ron suggested.

Ginny shook her head as they sat down at their table. "I don't know what you see in him Herm."

"I wonder to sometimes," Hermione said. "Anyway, Ron, last year we promised ourselves that we would never go to them for anything."

"And we didn't even have to promise ourselves that," said Harry. "I'll got o Lavender first. Besides, we need a date."

"You should go for Saturday. The sixteenth?" suggested Ginny. "They'll be nothing else going on anyway."

"Alright," agreed Harry. "Times will be after lunch then. Hermione, what do you have written down?"

"Nothing much," she answered. "I know what I want to write. I just don't know how to start. Hey, are you going to give Faith a shot?"

"Of course."

"Who's Faith?" asked Ginny.

"Transfer from the states," Hermione answered. "Does anybody else think it's a bit odd?"

"Think what's odd?" asked Ron.

"She doesn't seem to know anything," Hermione explained. "I mean, she didn't know about our money, although she did learn quickly when I explained it to her. And she just, I don't know, she's like you Harry. When you first came and didn't know anything."

"Maybe American school are different from ours," said Harry.

"No Harry. You didn't know anything. But that was okay. I mean , you were eleven, Faith is sixteen, and it's like she's a first grader."

"Thank you Faith," said Dumbledore. "My that was quick." He took the papers from her.

"Professor," she said getting up, "what happens if I did really bad?"

Dumbledore laughed. "Dear, believe me, you did as nearly as good as Miss Granger."

Faith wasn't one who like to be compared to other people. She went on, "Would I have to leave? I didn't understand any of those question. I guessed the answers."

"As long as it was educated. You may go."

"When I will I know the results?"

"Tonight."

Faith didn't move.

"I promise Miss Feathergood, I will let you know. You have nothing to worry about. Oh, wait, before you go, may I ask you something?" Faith nodded. "Is there anything you would like to tell me?"

"No."

"Are you sleeping well?"

"Very well."

"Alright. . ."

"Oh no," said Faith. "I did horrible didn't I? Professor please, I'm new at this, I didn't even get anything to study. Please don't send me away. I promise I'll try harder. And besides I"-

"Miss Feathergood, I promise you, you of all people have nothing to worry about. Why, it truly is amazing how you did so well."

Faith smiled. "Actually, sir, there is something I would like to ask you about."

"Yes?"

"I was told before I got here that only special children get invited to these school. Children with special gifts. Am I. . ." she trailed off.

"Yes, Miss Feathergood, you are. You do have your own special gifts."

"Then how come I never got a letter to one of these schools?"

"You did. You even got one from me when your father would not reply to the other schools who asked for you."

"Schools?" Faith repeated. "Meaning, more than one?"

Dumbledore didn't say anything. He simply said, "I think you should go. I'm sure Hermione is wondering where you have been all day."

"Professor, I know you're not telling me everything you know. Please, why can't you just say."

"There are some thing that I think would be better if found out for yourself."

Faith didn't vene bother to go any further with this. She just nodded and left. "You!" someone shouted when Faith was almost half way to Gryffindor tower.

"Draco?" she asked.

"It's Malfoy to you."

"Oh. What can I do for you?"

He got straight to the point. "Have I met you some where before?"

Faith stuttered before answering, "I-eh-what do you mean?"

"You seem oddly familiar."

"Oh. . well. . .okay. . .Bye!" She turned on her heel and began walking away quickly.

"Excuse me! Nobody walks away from me!"

"Then I guess I'm not a nobody! Have a nice day!" She stopped walking and turned to him. "Malfoy!"

Harry cursed. "Damn you Ron." Ron took the pieces of Harry's knight away. "I needed him."

"You should learn to strategies," Ron told him. "Like me."

"I would if you would teach me how to."

"Ron," said Hermione, "did you get that message to Professor McGonagall for me? The one about the Yule Ball?"

"Of course I did."

Hermione smiled sweetly. "Thank's babe."

Ron smiled back before turning back to Harry who whispered, "You didn't owl her did you."

"No. I lost the message."

"Here ya go." Ginny dropped something in front Ron. A piece of paper. Ginny knelt next to him and said, "You left it down here the day she gave it to you." She patter his back. "Nice."

Faith walked into the room and was about to head up stairs when she heard Hermione say, "Faith! There you are! Where were you this morning?"

"Talking with Dumbledore," Faith answered.

"Oh. Hey, I'd like you to meet Ginny. Ron's sister."'

"Nice to meet you," said Ginny.

"You to."

"Hermione told me we had a transfer from the states. How do you like it here?"

Faith was very surprised at the way Ginny spoke to her. She was so. . .adult about it. And Faith liked it. "I love it," Faith answered. "I hope I never go home."

Ginny laughed. "So, what year are you. Sixth right?"

Faith nodded slowly. Ginny asking her this made her feel sick inside. What if she didn't know anything and had to go back home? No, Dumbledore wouldn't do that to her.

"Yeah. Sixth. You?"

"Fifth."

"Ah."

"Hey, Faith," said Ron, "we still have a few hours before dinner. You wanna get some practice in? You know, for Quiditch? Harry and I are holding try outs in two weeks."

Faith nodded. "Okay. What position?" She looked at Harry for an answer, but instead, Ron did.

"Beater. And a back up person for the Keeper."

"Okay."

"Cool. Harry, ready?"

"Sure. Hermione, coming?"

Hermione shook her head. "I've got a few things to work on."

"I'll come," said Ginny. "I know how weird it feels to be with a bunch of people you don't know." Faith smiled her thanks and she followed Ginny out the portrait hole.

As they walked and Ginny talked Faith went over what Jenny had told her about Quiditch. Beater. Keeper. Seeker. Bludgers. The golden Snitch. Broomsticks and how to fly. Oh crap! Jenny had told her that broom sticks were involved. Now if Faith could figure out how to actually use the broomstick!

"Have you ever played before?" Ron asked Faith as they walked.

"No," Faith answered.

"Don't worry. When we get down to the field Harry will show you how to get on your broom."

Faith nodded. "I"m not really sure about the rules," she said nervously.

Ginny laughed. "Trust me. You're not the only one. When I tried out I was just as confused."

"But still just as good," said Harry. "I advice you to go Ginny for a few pointers before you come to either Ron or me."

Faith smiled. She was glad that Harry had spoken to her directly instead of looking at the ground. Good. Hopefully they could become good friends soon. She hoped the same for Ron, Ginny and Hermione. Possibly Neville and Luna. Speaking of which, she hadn't seen them in awhile and now wondered where they could have gone.

Harry handed out the broomsticks and the four headed out to the field. "Ron and I will go get the trunk," said Harry. "You two get into the air and fly around a bit."

"Kay." Ginny looked at Faith. "Ready?"

Faith wanted to answer but no words came out. Was there any way she could get out of this now? Too late. "Faith!"

Faith looked up in the air and gasped loudly. "Ginny!"

"Coming up?"

"Uh. . ."

"C'mon. Don't chicken out on the boys now."

Faith smiled but it quickly faded. "Okay. Oh no," she muttered to herself. She looked up at Ginny. "So I just"-

"Yip, you just up in the air."

"Okay." Faith mounted her broom. "Just jump," she told herself. "Jump." Okay, this was where she going to prove it to herself. Was she really a child with special gifts like everyone else here? She hoped so. "Jump!" she told herself and did just that with her eyes closed.

"What are you so afraid of?" she heard Ginny say.

Faith opened up her left eye, then her right. She straightened up on her broom and a huge smile spread across her face. She hovered ten feet in the air. "Can we go higher?" she asked Ginny.

"Sure, just"- A rush of wind flew in Ginny's hair as Faith raced upward. "Okay."

Faith laughed. Wow, this felt so good! She loved that free feeling. Her dad and all her other problems were left on the ground. She could run away if she wanted to. She looked down and nearly threw up. Okay, so maybe she went too high too soon. Slowly she climbed back down, hovering now only thirty feet in the air.

"That was great!" she smiled at Ginny.

"Glad you liked it," said Ginny. "You're really good at this. It looks like you've been flying for years. Who was your teacher?"

"Oh. . .uh. . .," Faith thought. "You know, I can't remember who my first year teacher was. Yeah, she, uh. . .left after that."

"Oh."

Faith sighed. When did she become so good at lying? She hated it and felt horrible.

"Faith!" Ron shouted. "Get down here you two!"

Faith and Ginny lowered again so they were now only three feet off the ground. "Nice," Harry said to Faith. "Who taught you?"

"Can't remember her name," Faith answered. "She left after my first year." Faith jumped back to the ground. "So, what are we going to do first?"

"What position would you like to play?" Harry asked opening the trunk he and Ron brought out.

Seeing how long it took Faith, Ron said, "Why not ry for a beater? We need someone anyway."

"Alright." Faith quickly thought about what Jenny had told her about being a beater. They are big balls. Hit them with the bat. Keep them away from the seeker. Right.

Harry opened the trunk. "Faith," she began and Faith snapped out of her thoughts. That was the first time he had used her name. It took Harry a moment to say what he wanted to. Faith's gaze still made him feel him awkward. "Ron and I talked about. We decided I'd chase this charmed golf ball. And you can do what beaters do. Save my arse. That okay with you?"

Faith nodded. "Fine."

"I'll be watching from the stands," said Ron. "Go on." The three took off into the air. Faith saw Ron point his wand at the golf ball. In a second it was flying about. It flew across Harry, then Faith and last, Ginny before taking off somewhere. "Ready?! GO!"

He threw the bludger in the air and their miny game began. It was a bit odd really. Only three people playing, and Ginny was playing as someone on an opposite team. This came quick to Faith. There wasn't much to it. Just watch the bludger and make sure it didn't hit Harry. They heard Ron blow his whistle and they flew back down, hovering above him.

"This isn't going to work," he said to them. "We need more people."

"Hey," said a voice.

Faith looked and saw Luna and Neville, and even Hermione. There were others that Faith had not yet met. "What are you doing here Hermione," Faith asked, surprising everyone and herself a bit.

"You left with only four people," Hermione said. "I thought you might need a few more. I've got Luna, Neville, Dean and Joseph. Should that be enough. Ron, why don't you go watch Faith from up there. I can watch from down here."

Ron agreed. More broomsticks were passed out and one by one people took off into the air. Before going into the air Ron wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist and whispered in her ear, "Thank you, love." He kissed her cheek.

Hermione smiled and watched Ron mount his broom. "By the way," she began before he took off, "I owled that message to McGonagall for you." Ron turned red. Hermione laughed. "Go on, they're waiting for you."

Everyone played their game. Hermione watched Faith carefully from the ground. She was very good. Fast. And had good aim with the bat. Hermione nodded her approval as did Ron and Harry. After a few more hours everyone flew back down to the ground.

"Faith," Hermione said rushing up to her, "that was amazing!"

"Thank you." Faith blushed.

"Hermione's right," said Ron. "You looked even better from up there!"

"We don't even need to bother for beater try outs," Harry told her. "But, just to be fair, we do. But trust me Faith," he patted her back, "you are at the top of our list."

"Thank you." Faith blushed harder. She had never been told she was good at anything besides getting past security at the mall. And she didn't even want to do that then.

"I don't think that's fair at all," said a voice everyone, but Faith, despised. Cho went on, "I was watching from the astronomy tower. Why does she get a chance before anyone else?"

"They just wanted to see how I played," said Faith.

"Exactly," said Cho. "You can't wait for try outs?"

"This was her first time on," said Ron. "She had never played before."

"Neither did the first years!" Cho yelled.

"This was her very first practice," Harry said with out thinking. After a moment of realizing what he had just said he would have slapped himself. And he was sure Faith wanted to too.

"What is that supposed to mean?" asked Cho. "You're telling me that she was never on a broomstick before?"

"No! She has!"

"What?!" Cho shook her head. "What position?"

"Huh?"

"What position?!"

"That doesn't matter!"

"That does matter!"

"No it doesn't!"

"Yes it does!"

"ARGHH!" Harry couldn't believe he was having this argument with Cho of all people. She wasn't even playing for his team.

"Beater!" Faith shouted. Cho looked at her. "I'm going for the Beater position. I have never been on this type of field before and Harry and Ron thought they'd let me try it out."

"Don't all the fields looked the same?" asked Cho.

"Did you not just hear what I said?"

Cho stepped back. Nobody ever talked to her that way before. "Fine." She looked at Harry and Ron saying, "I just thought I'd let you know that I am also trying out for the beater position. And it doesn't matter about the accident. I am going to do it." She turned on her heel and stalked away.

The others followed but went to their own tower. "We'll have to get you your very own broom," said Ron as they walked.

"My own?" asked Faith.

"Trust me," began Harry, who walked right next to her, "nobody who flies that well, should have to use the schools brooms."

"Good luck," said Ginny. "Those things are expensive."

"I like you better when you were eleven and were more optimistic," said Harry.

Ginny shrugged. "People grow, people change."

"I hope it will be for the better," said Ron a little unsure.

"What happened to Cho in the accident?" asked Faith.

"Oh," said Ron smiling. He looked at Harry then back to Faith. "Maybe Harry can tell you later at dinner."

Faith turned to Harry and asked, "Was it your fault?"

Harry laughed. "No! It was all her. Just the way she likes it. I tried to save her."

"You're such a good person," said Faith in a joking matter.

"I know."

Faith laughed and said again, "So she thinks it's your fault?" Harry nodded. "Then why is she still following you around like a dog?"

"I blame Marigold Twit," said Harry. "The two became friends, and, as you already know, Marigold is my personal stalker, and then she kind of corrupted Cho into doing what she does now."

"Ah."

They made it back to their tower and went up to their rooms to change. "Harry," said Ron.

"Yeah?"

"What do you think of Faith?"

"She's cool. Her and I talked last night. It was fun."

I never thought I would live to hear you say you enjoyed talking to a girl."

"But I talk to Ginny, Hermione, and even Luna. And sometimes Lavender."

"Yeah but you can actually stand them." Ron went on, "When was the last time you actually talked to a girl Hermione or I introduced you to."

"Wow, Ron, you're right."

"Of course I am."

"Yeah," Harry walked over to his bed. "I mean, every girl you ever introduced me to was always, well. . .annoying. But Hermione actually introduces me to Faith and I find myself actually wanting to learn more about her."

"Really?"

Harry nodded. "In other words, besides Hermione, you have horrible taste in girls, and Hermione knows me better."

"Shut up!" Ron yelled throwing a pillow at his head.

"Faith!" Hermione called, "you coming?"

"Be down in a sec," said Faith.

"Ok."

Faith picked up the letter on her bed. It was her results. She breathed in and out hard as she opened it. This was it. Would she be in her right year? Or would she be behind Hermione. She decided that if she found that she had failed, she would take one of the schools broom and her money, muggle and wizard, and run away.

She took out the paper and slowly opened it. She read:

Faith Feathergood,

On behalf of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I would like to welcome you to Gryffindor House and congratulate you on your test. Had you missed one more you would not of made it. Congratulations, you're academic level is sixth year, and that is now your official year.

-Albus Dumbledore

Faith smiled. She did it. She was a sixth year. She was right where she needed to be. But there was still one question that she could not seem to answer. How did she manage to do so good on her test?

"FAITH!"

Awe well, it didn't matter. She stuffed the letter in her trunk and ran down the stairs and back to the great hall with Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Harry.