Title: This is My Life, pt 1

Author's Note: Still in Faith's POV

I walked quietly down the hallways escorted by Dumbledore who seemed to understand the need for silence. I hadn't really spoken to anyone since I finally let Dumbledore talk me into coming to Hogwarts.

There was something I still wasn't sure about. And that was the reason he wanted me here, at Hogwarts with innocent minds. "Professor Dumbledore –"

"Please Faith, call me Albus."

"Albus are you sure you want to do this?" I asked hating the fact that my voice seemed scared and uncertain.

"I am." He told me. "If you are not, then I won't make you but I feel that it'll be good for you."

"But the students." I replied thankful that I had a way out of this, though I don't think I could turn my back on the students. Not after watching them discreetly for the past little while.

"Will be fine under your care. I've the utmost confidence in you."

I nodded not knowing what to say to him. He'd been my only real company while I was recovering in the tower. The last hallway before our destination came into view and I began to get nervous. I couldn't do this, who was I kidding. His hand reached out for the door and I took a step back. I couldn't do this, not now not ever.

"Faith?" His concerned voice called me out of my panic.

"I can't do this, Albus." I said shaking my head. He looked at me for a moment before I abruptly turn to my left. Grabbing for the unseen thing I was surprised to feel someone recoil against my grip.

"Ah, Mr. Potter." Albus' voice caused me to drop the student and step away. As I was about to apologize he stopped me. "It's quiet alright, Faith. It's good to see you're aware of your surroundings."

"I can't do this." I insisted. "What if I hurt him? It would defeat the purpose of having me here."

"Nonsense. Mr. Potter's quite all right." He insisted and turned to the now visible young man at my left.

He was looking at me green eyes wide with wonder as if he were trying to figure me out. Whether I was a threat to him or his friends or if I was a person he could trust. I found myself wondering if I would actually accept his trust. It would hurt him in the end if I couldn't help him. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to help him in the first place.

"I'm all right." He said finally.

My ears didn't believe it. "I'm sorry." I said poorly looking towards the ground like a kid who'd gotten caught with his fingers in the cookie jar. He took a step towards me and I took a few backwards.

Albus was watching us curiously not saying a word to either of us. It was as though he thought that Harry Potter could help me, as I was to help him.

"It's okay." He insisted taking another step towards me. "I'm Harry Potter." He said holding his hand out to me.

Staring at it with wide eyes I looked up at him and wished I hadn't. He trusted me! Harry Potter, the 'savior' of the wizarding world trusted a murderer. A woman who didn't deserve half of what she got during her time in the tower. "Faith."

"Hello Faith." He said his hand never wavering.

I took a deep breath before lifting my hand to his. "Hello Harry Potter." He seemed relieved that I accepted his trust and his hand in friendship.

"Are you joining us for breakfast?" He questioned me after releasing my hand. "If you'd like you can sit with me." He added as if noticing my slight discomfort.

My eyes locked onto his and I felt myself nodding. I couldn't believe what I was thinking as I walked next to Harry Potter towards Albus and into the hall where the room immediately went silent.

I stopped a moment to look around the room. From the Slytherins in green and silver to the Gryffindors in red and gold before following behind Harry taking the seat next to him and across a girl with brunette hair and a boy with red.

"I'm sure all of you are wondering about the newest addition to the Gryffindor table." Albus started causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand up and I stood up once more. "Her name is Faith McRae and is here for observation for reason's only she could explain. Please do not sneak up on her, or use invisibility cloaks around her." He continued looking directly at me. "That is all. Enjoy your meal. Tuck in."

Returning to the seat I was bombarded with questions ranging from where I came from, if I was a student to why I was being observed. I was about to answer when Harry interrupted the excited chatter.

"If she wanted to tell us everything about her, she would." He said before locking eyes with me. "As it is, she doesn't."

The chatter went back to 'normal' things teenagers talk about. "Faith, I'd like you to meet my two best friends: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger."

I nodded in greeting and noticed Harry looking at me questionably. "I'm not one for words." I explained. He seemed to understand that and turned to his food and teasing his friends.

I could feel a pair of eyes on me and I carefully turned around to meet a pair of gray eyes. It was none other than Draco Malfoy. I'd heard about him. Dumbledore told me about the different houses and the principal people from each house. It appeared, with the way he talked about that house, that everyone condemned them to being evil.

"Something wrong?" A voice broke into my thoughts. Turning I saw Harry looking at me again.

I shook my head 'no' before returning my gaze to Draco's. I wasn't hungry, not anymore at least. After nearly choking Harry to death and my nerves finally got to me causing my stomach to tie into knots. Then with what Dumbledore said to the entire school was slightly embarrassing. They must think I'm some sort of freak.

Under observation, my foot. I'm here to help protect you from something that I CAN'T FIGHT! Why'd I even bother coming. I can't fight this Voldemort, or his followers. What was I supposed to do? Teach them how to kill humans and not go crazy afterwards.

I'm sorry I can't do that. I'm not even sure that I'm okay. Not with the way I am or have been the last couple years. Being the slayer always being on guard, having to up one against the evil in the world.

"Is he bothering you?" Ron asked quite rudely if you ask me.

I blinked realizing that I'd been staring at Draco Malfoy longer than I should have. I turned to face his slightly angered face and had to wonder why he was so hell bent on protecting me. Someone he'd only met minutes ago. It made me wonder if he had known what I'd done or was capable of doing would he feel the same. "Not at all. I was just thinking."

"About what?" The girl, Hermione questioned.

"Nothing in particular." I answered calmly, vaguely aware that they weren't going to leave it be. They would continue to question it until they figured out everything.

"Are you sure? You look like you could use someone to talk to." Harry replied his voice genially concerned.

I shook my head before standing to leave. "Sometimes demons shouldn't be let out." I replied dully before looking towards the head table before walking out of the great hall.

End pt 1