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Hey guys! Last chapter with any mushy stuff. (kinda) After this, it's voldemort's crap the whole way!

I Love You

Chapter-20-Merry Christmas

Faith felt like something was falling on her and it tickled her cheeks. She went to wipe whatever it was away but ended up slapping her face harder than she meant to.

"Ow!" she sat up. "Nothing," she said to herself and lay back down to go to sleep. It didn't work. Her eyes would not shut and she just wasn't tired all of sudden. So she got up, grabbed the black, leather bound book and went downstairs to read it.

"Ow, wow," she said after seeing the tree in the middle of their living room. They must of put it up with magic, she figured. She sat down on the couch and once again, she was hearing those voices.

"Faith?"

Faith gasped and the book closed as it fell to the floor and she stood up to turn around. "Mrs. Weasley?"

"Yes." Mrs. Weasley walked over to her and stopped at the couch. "Do you mind if I join you?"

"Not at all." Faith picked up the black book and both women sat at far ends of the couch.

It was quiet. Too quiet. Faith hated silence "Mrs. Weasley," she began and Mrs. Weasley looked at her. "Im sorry if I insulted you in any way today. I didn't mean to."

"Oh, no dear. You didn't. I was just surprised to see my best friends daughter."

"Marie Feathergood?"

"How did you know?"

"Her diary." Faith held it up.

Mrs. Weasley scooted closer to her and took the book. "Oh," she said quietly. "My, I didn't know this was still around. Your mother always had it on hand. She got in trouble a lot because she wrote so much. She flipped through it. "She was always writing about your father. And James and Lily."

"I know. Her and Lily were good friends."

"Yes. They adored each other. Until they had that fight. Its funny, their friendship only lasted a few months. Mrs. Weasley went on, "Your mother was sorry it ever happened."

Faith starred at Mrs. Weasley. "What do you know about my mother?"

Mrs. Weasley looked at her. "A lot. We were best friends. We told each other everything. Even our darkest secrets."

"It seems like the more I find out about my family the more I wish I didnt know," Faith said quietly. "Its like, theres always more pieces to add to the puzzle, but no where to out them. Does that make any sense?"

Mrs. Weasley nodded with a smile and set the book on the table. "What do you know?"

Faith thought. "I know dad used to work for Voldemort. And now I know he still does and that he probably is still looking for me. Um . . . mom and dad had me at a young age and that dad . . . he uh. . . he. . .he killed mom." Faith began crying. "Dumbledore knew all along what was going to happen."

"They were out on the streets and that was the only way dad could help his family. I know he loved us, Im just not exactly sure why he did what he did to me. I think . . . . ."

"What Faith?"

"Never mind." She looked at Mrs. Weasley and smiled. "What was my mother like? Was she a good person? Do I look like her?"

Mrs. Weasley smiled and nodded. "She was. She was an angel. The most beautiful person I had ever met. It seemed like she had no flaws." Faith smiled. "She was determined, strong and stubborn. But, sometimes she wasnt determined enough. She had a tendency to run away from her problems sometimes. Or, all the time, I should say. She could never face up to them. It made me wonder sometimes how she got into Gryffindor."

Seeing the look she was getting from Faith she added, "Yes, my dear. You do look like her. In almost every way. But you also look like your father." Faith frowned. "Trust me, Faith, it's not a bad thing. Your father was a good person. He, unlike your mother, never ran away from his problems. He faced up to them.

"I think that's one of the reasons why he could never leave you know who's, side."

Faith thought back to her coming to London. Was that running away? She was suddenly wondering if she would of made her father proud by doing that. She shook her head. No! What did she care about him? He nearly killed her.

"Do you know anything else, Faith?"

"No."

Good. She didnt know what her mother was going to do to her. Should she tell her? Mrs. Weasley would think about that later. She held out the box she was carrying to Faith.

"Whats this?"

"It was your mothers. I have a lot of her things. But I thought I'd give this to you as an early Christmas gift."

"Thank you. You know the only thing I have of hers is her wand."

"I figured. Your father didn't want to throw that away."

"He didn't?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"He loved her. Very much."

Faith nodded. "I know." She opened the box and saw a silver chain. She lifted it and uncovered a silver heart locket.

She went to open it but Mrs. Weasley stopped her. "Oh, no, not here dear. Do it somewhere more privately than here."

Faith smiled. "Thank you Mrs. Weasley."

"Your welcome dear. Oh. Tomorrow I'll have things that belonged to your mother under the tree. They are rightfully your anyway."

"Thanks again." Faith got up to leave but turned to Mrs. Weasley and asked, "Mrs. Weasley? Is there any way we can make everyone else forget what happened between us today?"

"I already have it taken care of dear."

"Okay. Gnight." Faith walked back up to her room and was about to walk in when she heard, "Faith?"

She stopped. "Harry? What do you need?"

"I . . . I just woke up." He rubbed the back of his head. "Ron was snoring again." Faith laughed. "Whats that you've got there?" he asked, referring to the necklace Faith was holding.

"Oh, Mrs. Weasley gave it to me. She said it was my mothers."

"Oh. You've already met Mrs. Weasley, right?"

"Yes," Faith told him a little confused. "Why?"

"No, I remember now, I just thought you hadnt for some reason. It's weird because I can't remember you meeting her."

Faith smiled. "Thats okay. Hey, could you put this on for me, please?"

"Sure." Harry clasped the necklace together around her neck.

"Thank you." Faith turned around and all she could do was look at him. There was an awkward silence between them. Faith had to ask something. "So, what did you get me for Christmas?" she joked.

Harry laughed and took a step closer to her. He put his hand on her arm and rubbed it. "Youll just have to wait like everyone else, now won't you, Miss Feathergood?"

"Thats no fun!" Faith said playfully.

"Then why am I having the time of my life?" Harry asked her.

"Cause youre the one whos being mean."

Harry laughed and wrapped his arms around her and Faith returned the gesture. Her face was buried in his chest as she breathed in his wonderful scent. It felt so good to her to belong to someone. Her eyes were closed and she was unaware of her surroundings.

It was just the two of them.

A second later Faith felt something else tickling her neck, only she didnt want to swat the tickle away. She could feel Harrys hair and his eyelashes against her skin. She felt his lips being pressed to her neck and she loved the feeling that was growing stronger by the second.

She groaned and lifted her head on his shoulder to give him more room, and more to kiss.

Was this right for two people who had only been dating for not even a week to do? Was it okay for her wanting him to continue and possibly maybe add a bit more?

He kissed under her ear.

Was it wrong of her to let her hands go up and around his neck, and pull him closer to her? He kissed the hollow of her neck and she shivered. That, Harry figured, was her sensitive spot.

He had felt her shiver and smiled. He then moved up to her face never reaching her lips; making her wait.

Was it wrong that she had just pushed her body even closer to his and was enjoying his kissing this much? Was it wrong of her to put both her hands on his face and guide him to her lips? That didn't do much. She felt him smile and go back to her cheeks and nose.

"Harry," she murmured.

"Hmm?"

"We should-"

He pulled away and Faith looked at him. There was amusement in his eyes and he still had a playful smile on his lips. He kissed her lips only once, then pulled away saying, A"Merry Christmas," and went back to his bedroom without a backwards glance.

Faith was left to lean against the wall so she wouldnt faint. The memory of his hair tickling her neck gave her goosebumps and she blushed as she stumbled back into the room she was sharing with Hermione and Ginny.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS"! someone shouted. It sounded like Ginny.

Faith sat up and looked at Hermione who was doing the same. "I didnt think I would ever hear her act like that."

Hermione shook her head. "Neither did I."

The door swung open. "MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!" She had thrown her arms in the air and had a big smile on her face.

"Or see it," Hermione added.

Then she groaned and fell back on her pillow. Faith couldnt help but laugh. "Merry Christmas to you to, Ginny."

"Thank you. Oh, you guys have got to come downstairs, its amazing!" And she rushed back out.

Hermione and Faith walked out in their pajamas. "Faith?" Hermione asked before opening the door. "Where did you get the necklace?"

Faiths hand went to the heart around her neck. "It- It used to be my moms, she answered."

"Oh. Its pretty."

Faith smiled. "Thanks."

They met up with the boys in the hall and laughed. "Would you like a hairbrush Ron?" Hermione asked him. Ron just grunted and the two girls laughed again as he made his way downstairs with Hermione behind him.

Faith looked at Harry who looked more than awake. "So you are a morning person then?" she asked.

Harry shrugged. "More than he is." He grabbed her hand and began to guide her down the stairs. "How long was it till you fell asleep last night?" he asked her unexpectedly.

Faith was caught by surprise and turned red. "Um . . . only awhile."

"Mmm hmm," was his reply.

"Maybe . . . a few minutes . . . or a few hours."

Harrys smile got bigger and Faith stopped walking so she could look at him. "Yes?" he smiled sweetly.

"You're enjoying this too much."

Harry looked at the floor and thought. Then he looked back at Faith and nodded and said, "Yeah, I guess I am."

"And I will get you back somehow."

"I'd like to see you try."

They made their way into the living room and were greeted with paper wads being thrown at them.

"About time!" shouted a voice unfamiliar to Faith.

"Hey, Fred. Hi George."

"How's it goin' Harry?"

"Great."

He and Faith took a seat on the couch next to each other. "Who's the cute bird?" asked Fred.

"Faith. Fred. Fred. Faith. Faith. George. George, Faith."

"I'm Fred!"

"And I'm George!"

Harry sighed. "Either way, one is George and the other is Fred."

Everyone laughed. "Nice to meet you," Faith smiled.

"You to."

Faith looked around the living room. Lights were everywhere and there were so many Christmas present under the tree Faith wasnt sure how they all got into the house in only a few hours.

"Where did you get all this stuff, mum?" Ron asked reaching for one of his presents.

"I though I told you Ron," said Mrs. Weasley. "I got a job. I work at the healer office now as a secretary there."

"That wonderful," said Hermione. "Do you like it?"

Mrs. Weasley shrugged. "Better than nothing I suppose." She looked at Faith and winked.

"Here, Harry," said Mr. Weasley.

"Thank you." Harry took the gift and opened it. It was another photo album of his family. He flipped through it and saw pictures that he didnt know existed. "How did you get this?" he asked.

"I was looking through the attic," said Mr. Weasley, "and I found them. Those pictures are all from first through fourth. Me, your dad, Remus . . ."

He stopped and Harry nodded. "Sirius." Harry wanted to show that he could indeed talk about Sirius death now.

"I took the ones of Pettigrew out."

"Thank you."

"Heres one for you, Faith," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Thank you."

"I wasnt sure what to get you, and I had to get you something."

"You didnt." But when Faith saw the wink Mrs. Weasley gave her she understood. This gift was her mothers and Mrs. Weasley had to think of something to distract everyone.

Faith opened it and she heard Hermione say, "Thats beautiful!"

Faith was smiling. It was a jewelry box made to look like a small wardrobe. She took the note off the top and read:

This was your mothers. It was her favorite possession. There is more of her jewelry inside it.

Molly

Faith looked at Mrs. Weasley and mouthed, "Thank you."

Presents lasted all day. The only time they could stop was to eat.

"This is the best Christmas ever," said Ginny. "Thank you so much mum."

"My pleasure. Are you done Harry?"

"Yes. Thank you. It was delicious."

"Your welcome. You to Faith?"

Faith nodded and followed Harry. In a few minutes everyone else was back in the living room opening more presents. Their day did not end until about eight. And by then you couldnt see the floor from all the colorful wrappings.

"This was so much fun!" said Hermione.

Hermione had gotten a whole bunch of books and a few new potion items for her to create her own potions. Ginny got a new broom and so did Ron. Harry got a few new books on Quiditch and his photo album and Faith mainly got her mothers old things, and a couple things from Hermione, Ginny and Ron. She gave her new friends their gifts but hadnt received anything from Harry. But she didnt mind.

They had to spend the next hour cleaning up.

The clock struck one and everyone was in bed. Except Harry. He was out on the deck that Mr. Weasley had built for his wife because she always wanted one. It had a screen around it to keep bugs out during the summer and it magically heated the inside during the winter.

He was flipping through his new album and admiring the pictures when he heard the door behind him open then close. He felt a hand on his shoulder and then heard, "Who is Sirius again?" Faith took a seat next to him on the ground.

"He was my godfather," Harry answered without looking at her. He flipped the page.

"Was?" asked Faith.

Harry closed the photo album and looked at her. "Yeah. Was."

"Oh, Im sorry," Faith told him. "I didn't want you to stop flipping through old memories."

"No. It's fine. These are memories from my mom and dads time. Only they would know where the pictures are from. And it would mean more to them."

"But it must be nice to look at them."

"Yeah. I guess it is. Its just, seeing them makes me think too much about everyones death."

"You still got Remus," Faith pointed out and rubbed his shoulder.

"And Pettigrew to," said Harry.

Faith bit her lip and removed her hand from his shoulder. Harry looked at her. "I'm not helping am I?"

Harry could only smile and he rubbed her cheek. "I still owe you that dinner, don't I?"

"You don't have to."

"But I want to. What would you like tomorrow night?"

Faith thought. "Everything!" she said finally.

"Everything?" Harry repeated with laughter in his voice.

"Everything," Faith nodded.

"Okay." There was more silence between them and Harry said to Faith, "I hope this was the best Christmas you've ever had."

"It was. I never got so many presents. Even though most of the things I got were my mom's. It was still nice. Ron was so funny!" She laughed. "I swear he is the strangest person I have ever met." She laughed again louder. Harry could only look at her with an amused look. She looked at him. "What?"

"I love your laugh."

"Why thank you. What's that?" She pointed to the box at Harry's feet.

"Oh. That." Harry picked it up. "Um, your present. But I kind of feel guilty about giving it to you."

"Why would you feel guilty?"

"It just . . . here. Open it and you'll find out." Faith took the box. "I can always give you something else. It's no big deal."

Faith opened it and gasped at what she saw. She took it out. "Harry, why would I want you to take this back?"

"It's just that you already have a necklace. And that was your mothers and I just thought that"-

"You thought that there wasn't enough room for you on my neck?" Harry didn't answer. "Harry after what you were doing last night, you of all people should know that there is more than enough room." Harry blushed and Faith laughed again. "Told you I'd get you back. Would you . . .?"

Faith lifted up her hair and Harry put the brown and gold broomstick on her neck. "It's all I could find," he said, taking his hands back. "And I know you love Quiditch so . . . and saying that this was all I could find sounded really bad, didn't it?"

Faith looked at Harry. "No, it didn't." The two starred at each other. After a minute of silence Faith opened her mouth to speak. "Kiss me," she ordered and Harry was more than happy to obey her command.

There was an evil laugh going through out the entire place where Voldemort and his followers were.

"It's done!" he smiled. "Finally! Oh, but wait. I should not say 'it.' I should say she is finally done."

"Just as you wanted her my lord," said Lucius.

Voldemort looked at his creation. "My dear," he began, "do you know why you are here?"

"To serve you, my lord," said the girl.

"Yes, yes." He laughed again.

Steven Green watched from the back. He hated doing this. Was there any way to warn his daughter?

Voldemort stood up straight. He walked straight up to Steven Green and starred him down. "Is there any reason why you would want to betray, Green?" he asked.

"Of course not, my lord," he replied. Years of working with Voldemort had taught him to lie, and lie very well. So well that not even Voldemort himself could tell.

"I feel it, Green," said Voldemort. "You're slipping away from me. And I don't know why. I've given you and . . . and . . . that other person a place to stay. But"-

"Ever since she ran away my lord," Steven said quickly. "Ever since she ran away. I understand. She must be destroyed. I understand that."

Voldemort nodded with an evil smile. "Indeed. Now, does anyone have"-

"Right here, sir." Steven held out a stack of papers. These were the papers that gave their new female creation an identity and were charmed to even get pass Dumbledore.

"You are skilled in the dark arts, do you know that Green? You have become very useful to me. Like I said many times before, we have given your daughter many chances to join us. Well, actually everyday of her life. But, she said no every time." He flipped through the pages. "Go. All of you."

Steven was the first one out the door. He went to his room where he stayed with others until a task Voldemort came up with was complete and looked out the window. God, he missed his daughter. He truly did. Where was she? Was she safe? Did Dumbledore have her prophesy?

He knew no one would believe him if he ever said it out loud but, he missed his daughter. He loved her. He was sorry he ever inflicted any pain on her. He was sorry that he never sought help from Dumbledore like he had offered. He was sorry that the last time he had seen his daughter, he had threatened her. He had cut her lip and she was looking at him with tears and a frightful look in her eyes.

But that was not him. And he knew no one would believe this either. The man that hit his daughter was not always him. He was possessed by some unknown force that he could not control. Other nights, yes, it was him. He couldn't help it sometimes. He was under so much stress that he had to do something. And he hated what he did.

Steven Green felt so much anger in him that he suddenly took out his wand and began blowing things up and throwing things across the room. Dammit, he could have at least given her a decent meal every night. Lord knows he had money for that. But no. He had been selfish. And afraid. That was something a Gryffindor could never be.

Down stairs Voldemort was smiling. He could feel Green's anger and hatred and he loved every second of it. Now this was strange to him: How did someone who was in Gryffindor turn out the way he did? Weren't Gryffindor's supposed to be brave?

Voldemort shrugged. Either way Green was his little puppet.