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I Love You

Chapter-12-Clouded Memories

Harry and Faith had another of their "late night talks." Harry was telling Faith what had happened to Cho in her accident. And as bad as Faith felt, she couldn't help but laugh.

"She was after the snitch," said Harry. "It was raining and really cold that day. At the time we were dating, but no one really knew but Ron and Hermione. Anyway, like I said it was raining and there was thunder and lightning. Cho had a new type of broom that had a mettle tip at the end."

"Why would they make a brand like that?" asked Faith.

Harry shrugged. "Ron actually owled them later to find out. But that doesn't matter. Anyway, I guess you could've guessed this, Cho got hit by the lightning, but not that bad. She was falling off her broom and I dived to save her."

"Wait," Faith cut him off, "you said that whatever happened wasn't your fault but she was still mad at you. You're not making any sense here."

"You can be very impatient. Let me finish." Harry blushed as he said the next part. He hoped Faith wouldn't notice, but she did. She laughed at him. "I took her into the school, and by then everyone had followed me."

"How fast is everyone here?" asked Faith.

"Believe me," said Harry, "by now, I'm sure everyone knows you're here. Which isn't really a bad thing."

Faith smiled. "I will take that as a compliment."

"It was meant to be taken as such." Harry continued, "Honestly, I cared for Cho a lot at this time, but I like I said, no one knew we were dating. And I thought she was seriously going to die and that scared me. So at the time I didn't really care who saw and I kinda. . ." Harry blushed and rubbed the back of his head.

Faith's eyes widened. "You kissed her?! In front of all those people?"

"Wow, you're really good. And yes, I did."

Faith groaned. "That is so romantic." Seeing the strange look she was getting from Harry she said quickly, "I mean. . .go on."

"Madam Promfrey took her to the hospital wing. She was on there for about three days and during that time, everyone found out we were together. And when she woke up she wasn't too fond of the idea. She got mad me for. . .I guess caring too much and broke up with me."

"That's why she blames you?"

"Yip."

"But why would she get mad at you for caring?"

"A lot of bad rumors were spread during that time. Rumors which I am not willing to repeat."

"I get the point."

"Good. And that's what happened."

Faith looked in the ceiling in thought. Then she looked back at Harry and said, "Cho seems like a very emotional person."

"She is." Harry looked at the clock. "Is it that late?"

"What time. . .?"

"It's almost eleven. " Harry stood up and Faith followed. "We'd better get to bed. First day tomorrow. Good luck with that."

"Am I really going to need it?"

"Yip."

The two looked at each other and like before, their eyes locked. They couldn't tear them away. Even if they tried. It was weird to Harry. Every time he looked into Faith's eyes he saw something that reflected his own life. And it was something that he wished Faith never had to experience. It was something he wished no one had to experience. But still, he couldn't help but be a little glad that someone understood what he was going through.

After thinking about that Harry thought of something else. Instead of what Faith had already gone through. He studied her face and its features. They were very pretty. Her eyes seemed darker than his and her lips seemed even more desirable in the night. Her cheeks were tinted with a hint of pink that seemed very natural on her. Unlike other girl who used blush. Why did they do that again?

Faith saw the way he looked at her. His eyes were dark with desire for. . .her. No way! No one had ever wanted her before. Not even her own father. But still, she liked the way he was looking at her right now as she wondered exactly what was going through his head.

"I. . .I should go," she stuttered.

She turned around but felt a hand on her wrist and turned back to Harry. He had grabbed her gently, not wanting to harm her in any way. "I," Harry began, "was just wondering how the potion worked. The one I sent you? Did it?" What the hell are you doing?! THINKING! Stop it. . . . . his mind screamed.

Faith felt herself being pulled closer to Harry. "I-It did. Thank you."

Harry's hand came to rest behind Faith's head slowly. TWO days, his mind screamed again. You've only known her for TWO days! At that moment, Harry didn't care. Faith's lips were wet and slightly parted and very desirable to him at this point. He lowered his head to hers. Faith felt her eyes closing as she began to response. Oh, damn, she couldn't help but love the feeling she had right now.

DONG! DONG! DONG! . . .

Harry and Faith jumped away from each other. The grandfather clock in the room struck eleven times before stopping. Harry and Faith looked back at each other. "I'm sorry," Harry said quickly.

"Don't be," Faith said before she could stop herself.

Harry heard, but chose to say, "Good night," and not respond to what she had just said. He quickly ran to his room.

Faith groaned when she heard his door slam and threw herself back onto the couch red couch.

The next day Hermione and Faith were the first two up and down at breakfast with Ginny. "So," began Ginny, "are you taking the same classes as Hermione, Faith."

"Uh. . . ?" Faith wasn't sure how to answer this.

"Oh!" Hermione said suddenly. "I'm sorry Faith." She reached into her bag and pulled out a slip pf paper and gave it to Faith. "This is your schedule. Dumbledore owled it to you last night but you weren't around, so I held onto it for you."

"Thank you." Faith looked over her classes. She looked at Hermione and asked. "You have the same classes right?"

"Most of them." Hermione wiped her mouth. "Only I take more classes."

"How do you do that?" Faith asked in shock. "This is alot even for one day. You'd have to go back in time for all that."

Hermione and Ginny laughed. "Yip," said Hermione, "that's exactly what I do."

"Go back in time?" The idea seemed completely farfetched to Faith. Then again, so did floating candles, and there were some on the ceiling to prove her wrong.

"I do," said Hermione once again. "First it's herbology with Professor Sprout. For all of us that is."

"I have muggle studies," said Ginny getting up with them.

"Why do we have to study about muggles?" asked Faith. She quickly added from the look Hermione gave her, "It just that, we didn't have it at my old school." Hermione's face turned to normal.

"It an option," said Ginny. "I find the muggle world very fascinating."

"She gets it from her father," Hermione giggled to Faith. "I wonder where the guys are." She sighed. "They must of stayed up late night doing or talking about god knows what."

Faith felt a little blush come to her cheeks. She couldn't help but feel a little sorry about her and Harry last night. She blushed harder when she thought about the fact that Harry had almost kissed her. Though he hadn't. Which in a way was a relief to Faith, since she had never kissed anyone before.

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron had forgotten about the time a long time ago. After Harry said, "Ron, we need to talk," the two stayed up and. . .well. . .talked! But it was more than Ron had expected.

"You almost did what?!" Ron yelled.

"I"- Harry tired.

"I don't believe this!" Ron stood up and began to pace around the room. It felt like an hour before he sat back down, looked back at Harry and said, "How? You've only known the girl for two days and"-

"I know! It just kinda, sorta happened." He looked at Ron with a pleading look in his eyes. "Why? Do you think I would have been bad?"

"How should I know?!"

"Right."

"Does Hermione know?"

"I haven't seen Hermione, I've been talking to you all morning!"

"Right." Ron looked at his clock. "Listen, let's talk again later, McGonagall's class is coming up. Let's get there."

Harry looked at the clock. "Whoa, have we been talking that long? Hey, who's after McGonagall?"

"Trewlany." (Sp?)

"Wonderful."

The two set out for transfiguration, thankful for an extra five minutes. "Where have you been?" Hermione shrieked.

Ron was glad no one was yet in the room. "Woke up late."

"A likely story."

Now students came in.

Faith laughed. "It has been a very interesting day so far."

And indeed it had been for her. Never had she seen a unicorn in her life. Only in books. And never did she see, or speak with, a talking plant. That was one conversation she would never forget. But her history class was the best. The facts were fascinating, mainly because it was a magical history.

"Did you have potions yet?" Harry asked sitting next to her.

"We have it after. . .who. . .?"

"Trewlany," Hermione said for her.

"Right."

"Hope you're not allergic to smoke," said Ron, taking a seat in front of them next to Hermione.

"Why?" asked Faith.

"The lady has got incense burning, fire going, and the shades are always down," explained Harry.

"Oh." Faith look at her quill and remembered all the times when her father used to smoke cigarette after cigarette. Smoke would be all over the house. The smell would be in her clothes and her hair. She could never get it out. The blinds would be shut in the hot afternoons in the summer because he hated the sun and that only made the condition worst. So Faith did her best to stay in her rom with the window open, while spraying down her clothes with febreeze or anything that would take the smell away.

"Faith!" Harry shook her shoulder knowing the look he had seen already. He didn't like it.

Faith looked at him, and like before, her eyes returned to their normal color. "What?"

"Are you ready Miss Feathergood?"

Faith looked to the front and saw Professor McGonagall. "Yes Professor," she said.

"Thank you."

This was Faith's least favorite class. She just couldn't get it. McGonagall had given them a "free day" to touch up on their wands with a little practice. She groaned. She was currently trying to turn a notebook into a kitten (which seemed strange to her, but she still tried it) and it wasn't working.

She groaned. Harry looked at her with a sly smile and asked, "Having a bit of trouble are we?"

"A lot of trouble," Faith sighed. She looked at Harry.

"Don't worry," he told her. "A lot of people have trouble with this class. Ron has trouble to." He pointed to Ron and Hermione in front of them. Faith laughed as Hermione sighed heavily at Ron's lack of skill.

Faith looked back to Harry. "That does make me feel a little better. Although I'm not sure if it's a good thing."

"Neville has trouble to."

Faith looked at the next desk over and saw the same boy she had met on her ride here. "Neville!" she smiled.

Neville turned. He smiled and walked over to Faith. "Hey Faith. Hi Harry."

"You two met?" asked Harry.

"In the carriages," said Neville. "Faith met Luna to."

"Ah."

"So, how do you like it so far?"

"I love it!"

"Glad to hear that. I gotta get back to me vase. McGonagall wants a bird before the end of class or she'll take away twenty points from gryffindor on my account. I'll talk to you later Faith, you to Harry." He walked back to his vase.

"I didn't know you met him," said Harry.

"Why shouldn't I of?"

"Oh no!" Harry shook his head. "I didn't mean for it to sound like that. It's good that you did."

Faith laughed. "I wasn't mad at you Harry."

"Oh." He saw Faith's attempt to turn her black notebook into a kitten again. "Here, try this. Your right hand is your wand hand, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay." Harry set his wand down and stepped closer to Faith. He wrapped his right arm around her and wrapped his hand around her right one with the wand still in it. "Don't be so forceful. Like this. . ." He guided her hand through the air showing her a much more graceful move. "See?" He repeated it a few more times before saying, "Now try it like that with the words." Harry let go of her hand still feeling a slight tingling.

Faith did as he told her. She muttered her words and moved her wand with a little more grace. A soft black glow appeared out of the tip of her wand and hit the notebook. There was a little "mew" as the notebook grew four legs, whiskers and finally a full body.

Faith gasped. She picked up the little black kitten and rubbed its back. She looked at Harry. "Thank you!" she smiled.

Harry smiled back. "No problem."

Hermione and Ron turned around. "Cute!" was all Hermione said petting the kittens head.

"Are you going to keep her?" asked Ron.

"I wasn't sure if I could," Faith told him. "Can I?"

"Do you really want to?" Hermione asked again.

"Of course!"

"Then yes."

"What are you going to call her?" asked Harry.

"I guess it would help to know if it's a her or a he first," said Faith. She felt a little awkward doing this in front of everyone. Ron must of sensed this because he said quickly, "I'll do the honors!" He took the kitten away from Faith and looked. He gave the kitten back and said, "Girl."

Faith laughed. "Thanks Ron." She examined the kittens eyes and saw how green they were. "I'll call her. . .Emerald."

The rest of the class flew by. Harry and Faith had succeeded in turning their objects into McGonagall ordered. (Harry had to turn a muggle microphone into a toad, which he quickly turned back)

"You're gonna have to tutor me," said Faith kissing Emerald on the top of her head.

"What has been the easiest class for you so far?" asked Harry.

"History."

"Was that always your favorite subject? Even in the muggle school?" Faith nodded.

"Sir!"

"What?! Oh, Malfoy. I thought it was some other fool. Do not talk to me unless you have news on the girl. News, that I actually want to hear."

"Of course sir. Crabbe! Tell the master what you have found out!"

Voldemort rolled his eyes. Wonderful. Now he had to listen to someone who spoke like a baby.

"H-Ho-Hogwarts," Crabbe stuttered.

"What about it!" yelled Voldemort.

"I'm almost certain that is where Faith Green is!"

Voldemort shuddered. "Don't say her name! It's Green! Never use her first name around me!"

"Sorry sir."

"Get out of here!" Crabbe quickly did so. "Malfoy! Has your son owled you about the girl?"

"He has sir."

"Does he know about her."

"No sir. He has asked me about it though. I did not tell him anything."

"Good."

No one spoke. Until Malfoy took in a breath and said, "Master? May I ask, what is your plan?"

"We will need a decoy," said Voldemort quickly. "Someone to watch Green. Watch her every move. Get to know her."

"Are you suggesting we create this decoy?" asked Malfoy.

"I would use your son but we can't. Yes, we'll have to create a decoy."

"How long will that take?"

"A month and a week. Contact Green and let him know we found his. . .his. . .daughter." Voldemort said it like it was the most disgusting thing in the world.

After lunch Faith put Emerald in her room, ate with the others and then followed Harry and Ron to Trewlany's class. "Hey!" Ron exclaimed after climbing down the ladder.

"What?" Harry and Faith asked together. He climbed down and Faith followed.

When the two were down Harry saw what Ron was talking about. "I don't get it," said Faith.

"Usually the room is clouded over with smoke," said Ron. "and the windows are shut and you can barley see a thing. But today, Trewlany decided to let some sun in. Wait until Hermione hears about this."

"Why doesn't Hermione have this class?" asked Faith.

"Let's sit here," said Harry grabbing a chair. He was about to answer her question when a group of Ravenclaws walked in. "I didn't know we were having class with them."

"There advanced," Ron told him.

"Advanced?" Harry asked turning to him.

"Hermione told me that Gryffindor and Slytherin get treated as advanced classes, Ravenclaw is next lever down and then Huffelpuff."

"Oh."

"That doesn't make much sense," said Faith. "Hey, is that Cho?"

"Indeed it is," said Ron. He laughed quietly. "Who would've thought she would have this class as an advanced one?"

"Got me," joked Harry. "Hey, is that Barbra?"

"Yip."

"Who's she?" asked Faith again.

"One of Cho's dogs," said Ron. "I know it sounds bad, but it's true."

"Quiet!" Harry hissed.

Trewlany came gliding into the room. Faith's eyes popped out of her head. The woman was. . .well. . .strange. She wore heavy robes, even though it was very warm outside. Her makeup was heavy around her eyes and lips. She wore many rings on her fingers and had five or six ear rings on each ear. Her skin was very pale and her eyes were the exact color of the afternoon sky. That was really the only thing Faith liked about her.

She watched as she circled each desk and inspected each student. "I fear for your mother," she said to one girl in Faith's house. "Send her an owl today, let her know you care." The girl whimpered.

"She looks worse than before," Ron whispered to Faith.

"Longbottom?" Faith saw Neville shake his head up and down. "Your parents, how are they?"

"You should know," Neville retorted.

There were giggles through out the room. "I don't get it," said Faith to Harry. "What does she do?"

"We havea new student," Trewlany said turning to face Faith, Harry and Ron.

"You're about to find out," said Ron.

"She thinks she can tell the future," Harry whispered quickly hoping his professor wouldn't hear. But she did.

"My dear boy," she gasped, "Oh! Harry Potter! My, how are you? Still well. And alive."

Faith was about to ask what she meant by this. And when Harry saw that, he shook his head and Faith closed her mouth.

"Oh. You." Trewlany walked over to Faith. "The new young one." Faith looked up at the blue eyed woman. She didn't like the she looked back. "I am sorry about your past. And your future doesn't look very bright either. Why, you have a shadow over you like Mr. Potter. It seems like you two were made for each other, but will never be." She dabbed her eyes with a tissue she had conjured up from some where.

"But," she went on, "dear, you do have a gift." Faith smiled and sat up straighter. Even Harry and Ron did. Never had this professor told someone a good thing about themselves. But then, she shook her head. "Too bad you may never get a chance to use it." Everyone sighed. Who were they kidding? Trewlany was never going to give any of them good news.

Faith looked at Harry with raised eye brows. Harry just shrugged and shook his head. "Tell you later," he mouthed.

Trewlany slowly walked up to the front of the room. She looked at her class, and suddenly it seemed she woke from a dream. She realized the windows were all open and quickly shut them with her wand. Then she lit the fire, more candles, and some incense. Smoke began to cloud the room and Faith had to take off her robe.

"Dear!" said Trewlany.

Faith looked at her.

"No." She shook her head gently. "Put it back on."

"But"-

"Back on!" she said sternly. "The sprits do not appreciate those who expose their bodies in such a manner. "

Faith put her cloak back on while giving Harry and Ron a questioning look. "Later," Harry mouthed again and Faith nodded.

Trewlany began to speak. "We are going to review a little. I want this half to grab tea cups and review with the tea leaves. And over here, I want you try using a crystal ball. Why don't we get this side first. Go on."

Everyone who was going to use a crystal ball slowly got up and walked over to a cabinet.

Faith felt her eyes tear over. She could not stand the smoke. Harry saw her body swaying. "Faith," he whispered with such urgency in his voice that Ron looked up.

"Faith?" Ron had to repeat. "What's wrong?"

"It's"- Faith tried but she felt her eye lids getting heavy. She coughed and fell to her side not caring what could break. She felt someone grab her and lean her on them.

"Faith," Harry whispered rubbing her back gently, trying to bring her back.

"I'm fine," Faith muttered. She tried to sit up on her chair but coughed and leaned back on Harry. "Get Kevin out of here," she muttered to herself.

"I think it's the smoke," said Ron.

Neville came up to them. "Here," he said giving Harry a bottle of water. "Give her this."

Harry took it. He dabbed some on Faith's head and had her drink some. Faith sat up and looked around the room. All eyes were still on her. She was glad she could barley see them. Her eyes were still teared over.

"Next half," said Trewlany. Apparently she didn't know about Faith, or chose not to know.

Harry helped Faith stand up. "I got it." Faith shook him off.

It took all her strength to follow the person on front of her to the cabinet. And all the while Faith heard someone screaming, How could you make me do it?!

It wasn't I. You CHOSE to do it. You could have died to. WITH your daughter and her mother.

On and on the voices argued in her head. Faith's eyes were no longer wet but she could still hear screaming and arguing. She grabbed the cup and began to head back to her seat when finally the smoke in the room became too much and she heard a woman scream in her head. She fell to the ground and clutched her head.

"FAITH!" Harry shouted and ran over to help her up. But try as he might, he couldn't. Faith wasn't there anymore. She was some where else. Some where he couldn't be even though he wanted to get her out of there. "FAITH!" he shouted again.

And the last thing Faith heard was someone laughing like a mad man before she fell into darkness.

"What happened?" Hermione rushed into the hospital wing at the end of the day. "Neville told me she just blacked out." She stood next to Ron who stood next to Faith on the bed.

"I don't know," said Ron truthfully.

"She was fine," began Harry, "but then Trewlany closed her windows and turned on the fire and she just. . .blacked out."

"I'm telling you there is something about this girl we don't know about," said Hermione.

"There are a lot of things we don't know about her," said Ron. "Like. . .her birthday."

"Not like that Ron," Hermione snapped. "I mean"-

They heard a very familiar laugh and lifted their heads to see Professor Dumbledore. "Professor," breathed Ron.

Dumbledore walked swiftly over to them. "Always on top of things Miss Granger," he commented.

"Excuse me?" asked Hermione.

Dumbledore sighed. "Faith is a lot like Harry when he first arrived into our world, isn't she?" He went on. "Not knowing anything. Not knowing about our money, magic, even the type of clothes we wear. She's never seen a Quiditch game in her life. In fact, the time Harry and Ron took out on a broomstick was her first time."

"But she was so good at it," said Harry.

"You're father was a Quiditch player, wasn't he?" Harry nodded. "You got his talent. Faith received her talent from someone in her family."

"Professor," asked Hermione, "what are the magic schools called in the states?"

"Well there is, Jane Witch Academy of Wizardry. An all girls magic school as there is one for the boys. There are at least two more that I can not think of at the moment. Why do you ask?"

"Has Faith ever gone to a magic school before?" Hermione asked again.

Dumbledore took a moment before saying, "I think that you should ask her about her past. It would not be appropriate if I spoke for her." With that he quickly walked away.

"What do you think he meant by that?" said Ron.

Harry had an idea, but Hermione said, "I don't know." She looked at the clock. "I have to go. McGonagall wanted to know how are plans for the dance were coming along." She kissed Ron's lips and kissed Harry's cheek before leaving.

"You know the whole school already knows about her," said Ron.

"Figures," muttered Harry.

"They're already starting to question her being here."

Harry raised his head. "What do you mean?"

"You heard Hermione and Dumbledore right?" Harry nodded. "Get it. . .?"

It took Harry a moment before he nodded. He didn't want to tell Ron all Faith had told him about herself.

"I gotta go," Ron said suddenly. "Hermione might need my help with McGonagall. See you tonight?"

"Yeah, I'll be there."

Ron left and Harry starred at Faith. His eyes fell on a scar under her ear lobe that connected nearly to her lip. It was a faint scar, so you couldn't see it if you took a quick glance at her. Harry wondered if she had missed that scar when putting on the medicine. Faith stirred. Her eyes fluttered opened as she starred at the ceiling.

"Faith?" Harry whispered.

Faith slowly turned her head. "Harry?"

"Hey."

"What happened?"

"You tell me," said Harry a bitterly. Faith narrowed her brow. "You fainted," he said a bit more kindly. "Why?"

"Oh. . .I. . ." Faith looked at her bed sheets and then back at Harry. "I'm not sure. You're going to think I'm crazy if I told you."

"Try me."

"I. . .I heard a woman scream."

"You to?!" Harry gasped.

"Yes I. . .wait. What do you mean by that?"

Harry remembered what Faith had told him about her mother dying so he said, "Your mother, did it sound like her?"

"How would I know if it was her?"

"Listen, I had no idea what my parents looked liked before I came here. Or even what they sounded like. But then I came here, I learned more about myself and I began to hear things like that to."

"I don't understand."

"Those voices you hear, what is it exactly?"

"Screaming," said Faith, "once in awhile I hear someone yelling at someone else. Sometimes there's three voices."

"Okay. . ." Harry went on, "You need to learn how to listen to those voices."

Faith laughed. "That's not that hard. I can already hear them."

"No,. I mean listen to what they're saying."

"How? All they do is scream and yell. If you really know what it's like then you should know that it hurts. . .A lot!"

Harry laughed now. "Believe me, I know. But I learned how to listen. That's one of the reasons why I know more about my family than I did five years ago. I'm just now getting used to it."

"When was the last time you heard them?"

"A few nights ago. It seems like you hear them a lot more though. How often?"

"Every night. I toss in my sleep."

"That, to," said Harry. "See if you can go any further in your dreams."

"I'm not following."

"Do you know when your dreaming?"

"Sometimes."

"There you go. There are some people who know when they are dreaming so they are able to control it. If you can figure out when you're dreaming than maybe you can learn more about. . .well. . ." Harry wasn't sure how to say the rest. Faith nodded, she understood.

"Who could teach me though?" asked Faith.

"I will," said Harry. "I just got the hang of it this year."