Title: This is My Life, pt 7

Author's Note: Faith's POV

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Albus approached me in the hallway telling me that Minerva offered to watch Connor for a few hours because he needed my help with something. I told him that would be fine and that I'd take him by her rooms after lunch.

Lunch came and I sat with the students at the Hufflepuff table with Harry and Dante. A few members of Gryffindor sat with the Ravenclaws and other students sat with the other houses.

"I'll be by later for our one on one." Harry informed me.

"Actually, Albus wants me to do something for him so…um, I'll owl you to let you know when we'll spar." I said nervously.

"Okay." He said before bouncing off with Ron and Hermione. I could tell Hermione respected what I was doing for Harry and the school; I had seen her with a young man in the courtyard. Ron on the other hand didn't like me too much because I sided with the Slytherins but appreciated the help I was giving to Harry.

Shaking out of my thoughts, I headed towards the head of Gryffindor's quarters. She didn't have many hard classes, or so Albus assured me, so it wouldn't be difficult for her to watch the young boy.

"Come." I heard as I knocked on her door. Carefully I opened the door to find a nicely decorated room. It was done in a deep crimson color with hints of gold but also had hints of black and white. It was very homey, I decided.

"Hello Minerva." I greeted. Connor brought the two of us to respecting each other. After he came to Hogwarts I realized how strict but kind she could be and that she was nothing like I'd first expected.

Honestly, I thought she'd be an uptight person who praised only Gryffindor and booed Slytherin. Now while that was mostly true, she did respect a few Slytherins. Draco Malfoy was one of the top students and brilliant when it came to transfiguration.

"Hello Faith." She smiled tightly at me.

"Thank you for watching Connor." I said. "I have no idea what Albus wants of me, but I get the feeling it'll take the rest of the day."

Minerva's smile broke into a real one as I handed the blue-eyed boy over to her. "Think nothing of it. I love children." She assured me.

I smiled softly at her before running my fingers gently through his ever growing brown hair, kissing his forehead and exiting the quarters. I walked towards Albus' office and gave the password, 'Sprees', to the gargoyle. I realize now that I shouldn't have told him about the American muggle sweets but he seemed to enjoy the tangy flavoring.

"Good afternoon, Faith." Albus greeted opening the door for me before I could knock.

"Hey." I echoed entering the office. "What's the plan?" I asked wanting to get down to business.

"I want you to take some of this powder, step into the fireplace and throw it down and call 'The Order Headquarters'." He informed me holding an azure colored flowerpot.

Giving him a funny look I did as he instructed. "The Order Headquarters!" I called before feeling my skin begin to tingle as a green smoke like flame engulfed my body sending me through the different fireplaces before stopping at one. Carefully I climbed out glancing around the darkened room.

Moments later Albus stepped out; his sapphire blue robes clean as the day they were washed, though my outfit wasn't in the same shape. "Come with me, Faith." He said striding out of the room.

Shrugging I followed him, brushing my fingers through my hair that had grown a lot since I woke up from my coma. It now reached the small of my back, nearly to my butt, and was the longest I'd had it since I was young.

I followed Albus into the kitchen where I found several people looking at me, some with shock and others with cool indifference, though all were confused as to who I was.

"Everyone this is Faith McRae." Albus began and I felt several eyes glancing uneasily at me. "Faith these are the members of the Order of the Phoenix."

My eyes went wide as I stared at Albus who was smiling optimistically. "Albus." I started tiredly. "Why are you inducting me into this? I've got Connor to look out for."

Albus smiled never wavered, I hated when he did that. I couldn't tell what was worse, that knowing look, the twinkle or the old man's smile. "Faith, Angel had high hopes for you to help both Connor and the wizarding world."

"That's all fine and dandy, Albus." I retorted. "But if you recall there's a pesky thing called 'not allowed to kill humans'. I'm the slayer, not a miracle worker."

"There has been talk that Voldemort has been asking for the help of any demons." Albus began.

"Why didn't you say so?" I questioned, my irritation evaporating. "That I can handle."

Albus' eyes twinkled a bit brighter and I decided I hated when he did that, more than his infernal always knowing everything. "This meeting has come to order." Albus began gesturing for me to take a seat.

My eyes studied the people in the room, while listening to Albus speak about what we know about Voldemort's plans, which wasn't much, noticing that the room was filled with people of all ages. My gaze momentarily landed on a woman with bright pink hair that looked flattering on her and interesting eyes that changed colors every few minutes.

There were several redheads that could have been relatives to Willow back in SunnyD. My gaze landed on at least six of them. The parents, or who I thought were the parents, looked kindhearted, the twin boys looked mischievous, and the two older boys looked very friendly.

The person next to me was silent as I chanced a glance at him through my peripheral and found him to have a clean shaven head, he had a gold hoop earing, had a nice profile and didn't seem too much older than myself. He was in shape, and had that aura that the pink haired lady did. The pair must be aurors; Albus told me that they work for the Ministry of Magic.

I glanced around and found a pair of amber colored eyes watching me curiously. He seemed older than he was; his hair was sprinkled with gray hair marring his chestnut colored brown hair. Then it hit me. Werewolf. I'd heard about him from Harry, his name is Remus Lupin. I felt my lips turning up, as I was happy that I actually put a name to a description.

The man next to him was giving me a look of distrust but when he felt my eyes turn to him, he returned his attention to Albus. From what I could tell he was a troubled man, his body stance expressed it and I wondered if anyone could tell what pain I had been in. He had black hair that was straggly and long and dark eyes that kind of reminded me of Snape's, but this man's natural eye color didn't strike me as being black.

I felt a tingle down my spine as I had a feeling that someone was slowly pealing away my layers as if trying to figure out who I was. My eyes sweeped around the room before landing on a man with an eye that rotated around in the eye socket. His natural eye was watching Albus, as his magical one, I think that's what it is, looked around the room. It glanced from me, to Albus, then all the members and oddly enough to behind him.

The man was in a sad state of 'normalness'? From his scruffy face to all the harsh lines to the many scars that plagued his skin to his pegged leg I'd glimpsed when I first entered the room. He too was an auror, just by looking at him, but I wondered if auror life was as dangerous as the slayer's life.

Albus had just finished talking, thanking everyone for taking time to meet me, getting all eyes to look at me. Then he concluded the meeting saying that everyone should introduce themselves to me at some point before I returned to Hogwarts.

The man next to me turned and said, "Kingsley Shacklebolt."

"Faith McRae."

"So you're the slayer?" He inquired as we stood up.

"A slayer." I corrected noticing that he was quite a bit taller than I and had the nicest brown eyes. "It's a long story." I stated seeing his confused look.

"Ah." He nodded. "Well I've got to run, it was nice meeting you Faith McRae."

"You too." I said and as he was leaving and the woman with pink hair, Remus and the other one took his place. "You're Remus Lupin." I said gesturing to Lupin. "Harry's told me a bit about you during our lessons."

Remus smiled softly. "I wasn't aware that you were a professor."

"I'm not, I just teach him wandless self-defense." I shrugged.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" The other man said lowly.

I tilted my head to the side just staring at him. "Sirius Black." I smirked as his eyes went wide. "Ah, yes, the protective godfather. Yes, Harry mentioned you had a bout with death. I think you and B would get along." I couldn't help but close myself off to him.

His eyes narrowed at me and I just raised an eyebrow. Nothing was said for a while before he looked away.

"Harry knows what I am." I said somberly. "Everything I've ever done and HE trusts me with his life. We share dreams, experiences and I'm the sister he never had."

"With that out of the way." The pink haired woman said after a moment of silence. "I'm Tonks."

"Nice to meet you." I said honestly. "I wouldn't try that if I were you." I said to the person trying to sneak up behind me. "I tend to get a bit defensive." I added turning my head so I could see the twins that had something in their hands.

The exchanged a glance before dropping their hands into their pockets, returning with empty hands.

"So you're Ron's brothers?" I questioned, but tried to sound like I knew what I was talking about.

"He's mentioned us?"

"Actually no." I stated. "He's a bit testy with me, since I sat at the Slytherin table a few months back."

"So you're the one he was complaining about during the holiday." An older brother said as all the pieces to the puzzle had been put together. "I wouldn't worry about Ron, Faith, he's got a hard head. I'm Bill by the way."

"What do you do?" I asked glancing at his attire. Jeans, t-shirt, long hair that was tied back with a black tie and a fang earring.

"Curse braking." He answered smiling kindly.

"Cool."

"What are you doing at Hogwarts, dear?" A motherly voice asked and I knew that had to be Ron's mum.

"Well I'm Harry defense teacher, baby-sitter to a vampire's love child and part time crackpot." I muttered.

The twins, Remus, Tonks and Bill chuckled at my statement causing me to answer once more. Mrs. Weasley was giving me an amused but confused look, and Sirius was trying to set my body on fire without lighting his wand or lighter.

"Albus asked me to help Harry and the students, so I'm kind of a counselor when they need to talk, but are afraid to tell their head of houses. I teach Harry how to fight without a wand and I'm also a momma Slayer."

"I like the other description." Remus muttered to me.

"Momma Slayer?" Mrs. Weasley questioned.

"My friend, Angel, had some problems – being dead and all – and brought his son – who's a miracle in itself – Connor to Hogwarts and asked me to care for him."

"Angelus?" Sirius cut in. "The Scourge of Europe?"

"You've heard of him?" I inquired innocently.

"Has a son." He continued.

"He's the cutest thing. Brown hair and baby blue eyes." I mused. "Minerva McGonagall fell in love with him and is currently watching him."

"Isn't that sweet." Sirius muttered.

"What is it about me that you don't like?" I questioned, my cool attitude out the window. I hated when people judged me on what I've done in my life rather than the person I am.

"You're a murderer."

End pt 7