Chapter 2: The Evans Heritage

Faith was packing her trunk when something hit her window. She looked over startled. Ugh. Stupid bugs. This country sucks. She laid her last robe over the top of the trunk and pushed the lid down. Faith hoped up on it, and managed to get the lock in place. Something hit the window again. Faith picked her wand up off her night table. That better be a really big bug. She pushed the curtain back with her wand and a rock smacked against the window.

Faith jumped back with a muffled shriek. She looked down into the dark and saw someone waving at her. Faith unlocked the window and pushed it open. Harry Potter waved up at her. "What are you doing here?" Faith demanded. Harry motioned for her to come down. Faith thought it over. Oh well. She nodded and shut the window. She locked it back up and flicked the light off in her room.

Once she successfully slipped past her mom's room Faith slipped out the front door. Harry was standing on the stoop. His jeans seemed too big and ratty. His shirt was huge on him, seemingly enveloping him. Just as before his hair was all over the place. Faith could just make out the scar on his forehead.

Hi." Faith said softly. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" She asked. Harry ran a hand through his hair.

"I wanted to know if you were going on the train tomorrow." He said sheepishly. Faith smiled.

"Yeah. My mom is dropping me off tomorrow morning. Are you going on the train too?" Faith sat down on the steps. Harry sat down next to her.

"Yes. Well that is if my uncle will take me. He doesn't like magic." Harry explained. Faith nodded.

"Most muggles don't." Harry looked confused for a moment. "Non magic people. That's what muggle means. Wow. You haven't been around a witch or wizard your entire life right?" Faith asked. Harry nodded. "I'm sorry about your parents. I mean them dying." Faith added.
"Thanks." Harry said softly. Suddenly the door behind them opened and light poured out. Faith looked up to see her mom standing in the doorway. She stepped out onto the porch. Her blue robe brushed across the floor.

"Faith its late." Her mom said looking down at her. Faith bit her lip nervously. Her mom smiled at Harry. "Hello Harry. How are you?" She asked.

"Fine Mrs. Evans." Harry said quickly. Faith's mom nodded. "You should get home Harry. Big day tomorrow. You'll see Faith then." She said warmly. Harry nodded, said goodbye to Faith, and scurried across the street. Faith's mom held out her hand to Faith. Faith took it and they went inside.

Faith's mom made two cups of hot cocoa. She sat them on the wood table and then sat down across from Faith. Faith wrapped her hands around the cup and let the heat sink in. Her mom was playing nervously with a lock of thick brown hair.

"Faith." Her mom started. She paused as though not sure of what to say. "Harry is a very nice boy, but I don't think you should become to close. I think you should keep your distance." Her mom said monotone. Faith dropped her hands away from the cocoa. Suddenly she didn't want it anymore.

"Why?" She asked a little hurt. "He's the only person I know going to that stupid school." Faith huffed. Her mom sighed.

"Watch your language. Because Harry will have enough to deal with, without dealing with you." She tried to explain. Faith frowned.

"I still don't understand. Why can't I be friends with Harry?" She asked again. Her mom rubbed her forehead.

"Look. Harry is your cousin. His mom and my mom were twin sisters. Only Harry's aunt likes to pretend I don't exist." Her mom said. Faith nodded.

"That's not very nice, but why can't I be friends with Harry?" Faith asked incredulously.

"Because I don't want people thinking you are a glory hound." Her mom said carefully. She's lying. There's something else she doesn't want to tell me. I know it. "Plus Harry will have to deal with a lot of things you shouldn't have to." Her mom smiled. "Don't worry. You'll make lots of friends anyway." Her mom leaned across the table and kissed Faith's forehead. "Just don't tell anyone about Harry being your cousin."

Faith nodded and finished her cocoa. Up on her room she pulled the blinds back and looked across the street. She starred at the house for a while wondering what Harry was doing. Finally she flicked the light off and went to sleep.

A short woman with long white-blond hair screamed something and a green explosion came out of her wand. A robed man spun across the room crazily. The woman screamed someone's name and a red haired woman ducked as a bolt of blackness shot towards her. Across from them a woman with long black hair kicked and punched her way through a crowd. In the center a man with messy brown hair faced off with another man. Something was wrong with the second man's face. It was nothing but darkness. The red haired woman and blond woman shot something at the dark man. The dark man screamed and fell. Someone shot the messy haired man. The blond woman screamed and ran for the shooter.

Faith woke up with a pounding headache. She sat up holding her head in her hands. Flashes of her nightmare came to her. She rolled out of bed and padded down the dark hall to her mom's room. The clock on the nightstand said midnight exactly. Faith climbed onto the bed and nudged her mom's sleeping form. Her mom sat up with a start and once she saw Faith opened her arms.

Faith snuggled in next to her mom. "Faith hunny, what's the matter?" Her mom asked.

"I had that funny dream again. The one with the three women." Faith said with fear in her voice. Her mom hugged her tightly. Faith closed her eyes and breathed in the scents of gardenia and vanilla.

Her mother nodded and in the darkness Faith could not see the worried look on her face. "Why don't you stay in here until morning." Her mom offered. Faith nodded sleepily and climbed under the covers. She closed her eyes and was asleep before long. Faith's mother held her daughter and stayed awake the entire night.