A/N: OMG! Okay, I lied, I was forced to update. My hands…darn fingers just won't stop typing. My eyes have become wide and little spirals spin round and round…nvm, I just need to write, so on with the story!

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Faith slowly opened her eyes and saw a very pretty red head standing over her, before realizing it was Ginny. In fact, it was a sobbing Ginny, and Faith slowly felt the tears from those sad, blue eyes roll onto her own stomach with grief.

"Ginny, hun, are you okay?"

Ginny slowly looked up into her cold, grey eyes that were overflowing with worry, just making her cry harder.

"Oh, Faith! It's Harry…he went out with you, and then he's been flirting with Hermione, Ron won't even talk to me because I'm pregnant with Draco's baby, and I just don't know what to do anymore," Ginny cried into her friend's shoulder. I took a few moments for the tears to subside before Ginny whispered. "I don't know what to do anymore, Faith. I'm scared."

Faith watched her slowly fall asleep on her shoulder and she cried too. It was completely understandable what her friend was going through. As she listened to Ginny's even breathing, depression swallowed her body as if it was water and she couldn't stand it. Taking a quill and a purple notebook from the nightstand, she began to write in her regular poetry form.

Ginny sits here on my shoulder

And I can't help but wonder

If I put her

Through all of this.

I'd like to think not,

But what if it actually

Was true?

I know

I asked Harry out

And basically forced him

To take me to Hogsmeade.

And I know

I was in pain

And had to make Malfoy go after her,

But did I really?

Because now,

She suffers more

Than she would have

To know

The truth.

And now I wonder

As the stars float

Gracefully across the sky

And the moon dances

Along side them,

In its shimmering gown

Of light,

If I should tell her

My own

Painful

Secret.

Faith let her own salty tears fall onto her unsteady penmanship, and then decided to look through her past journal entries, reliving her pain, suffering, love, and happiness. She stopped at a certain entry that caught her eye.

It is my first day at Hogwarts

And they all goggle at me

As if I

Am a fungus

Growing in between

Their rusty toes.

Then I hear

Their whispers

About me

And how odd it is

For a new student to come

At an age of mine

To Hogwarts

Just now.

And I now I ask myself

If I'll fit into

This castle

They like to call

A school.

Because they all know

How to prance around

With their perfectly straight teeth

And their Julia Roberts hair

And at the same time

How to attract just enough attention

To their perfect, bright eyes.

Whilst I stand aside them

With my greasy, dirt colored strands

And my crooked teeth

Below my blunt, grey eyes

That my mother used to call beautiful

Before she died.

Reading on, Faith found many more memories that it had been hard to remember until now.

I watch across the table

Made of soft wood

That is so smooth and cold

That it could be made of ice

To a boy

With black hair

Messy as a raven's nest

And then I stare

Into his eyes made

Of shining dragon scales

That are so filled to

The very rim

With hate

And tears

That I feel as if a volcano

Of emotions

Is erupting inside of me

And I want to hug him

And tell him that it will be okay

And that the girl was such a bitch

For going and snogging

That boy with the

Flaming red hair

And a face

That I could play

Connect The Dots on.

And I feel as if

My hands will reach out any second

To hold on to his,

Just to comfort him

And feel his touch,

Then I'll let go

To brush away that strand of hair

That is falling into his face,

Trying to hide his scar

That slashes across his forehead

Like thunder in a storm.

But instead I just walk over

And say

Hi.

She remembered that day quite well, and it had been painful to not tell him her emotions, and to let him spill out all her worries to her. But she forced her long fingers she hated so to turn the page. After reading the first few lines, she gave a gasp and realized what night this had been written.

The bell

For the end of Potions chimed

And left a depressed ringing

In my ears,

But I had not long to grieve

Before he came up to me

And asked pleadingly

With his soft blue eyes

If I would help with a project

He would be doing

That very night.

I calmly walked away

Telling him no

And that I was too busy

With Transfiguration homework.

But he grabbed me by the wrist

And pulled me closer to him

As I saw the innocence

Had long disappeared

From those wide blue pools

That I used to wish

I could dip myself into

And melt away

Like chocolate.

Instead,

A harshness had edged into them

And fear paralyzed my body

As he whispered

That I would help him

And no matter how much I relented

He would make sure I was hidden

Behind the statue

Of the witch with

A single eye

Until my brother came

And I sang to him.

And then

He walked away from me

With no hint in his stride

That he might have just

Put three people in danger

And he never told

A soul

That I would

Indeed

Be getting hurt that night as well.

Faith could only stare at those pages. The memories came back to her, and she tried to push it away from her mind. She fought against it, refusing to give in to relieve the painful experience and remember the scar that had been left on her right hip. The war raged on inside her head, the image slashing her heart and worming its way into every hole in her memory, until a heavenly voice rang in her ears and she looked with a relieved smile to see Harry standing there with his hands dug deep into the pockets of his robes.

"I see you're awake," he said. A grin played on his lips, trying to decide whether to show itself or not. Then he pointed to Ginny. "What happened?"

"She cried herself to sleep, Harry. I don't know what happened in between you guys, but she's really upset. You need to talk to her." A frown had replaced Faith's glee to have a distraction from the fight that roared inside her.

"She's just depressed. Ginny needs space, that's all," but even Harry couldn't hide the doubt in his voice.

"No, she needs you. You should have heard her crying to me. She should have been crying to you." Deciding to switch the subject before he ran off, Faith pointed to her hospital bed. "What happened to me?"

A grave look passed over his face and all shine and sparkle disappeared. "Faith, someone had the guts to shoot the Crucatius curse at you from the bushes after you decided to hex Malfoy." He then looked as if something very important had come to mind. "Are…are you two related in any way? I mean, you did say he was your brother." Faith turned a sickly shade of green and looked away.

"Um, no, not at all. Must have just…mumbled nonsense. Don't know what I was thinking. Not related. All nonsense," but it was all so blunt that Harry knew it was a lie.

"Don't deny it. I can see it, now. The eyes…" Faith covered up her wide, stormy eyes with her scarred hands. "…the way you both deny anything," he smirked. She peered through her thin fingers and glared at him. "What is that anyway?" Harry asked, shooting a curious glance towards her purple book. She grabbed it and stuffed it under the covers, making Ginny move a bit in her sleep.

"Nothing." Her face was now a deep maroon. "Just notes for classes." Harry's smirk grew wider, but he decided not to push it.

"All right, whatever. I just wanted to come down and tell you Neville's funeral is in three hours."

"Oh my god, I completely forgot about the funeral! Way to give a girl some time to get ready, Harry," Faith jumped out of bed. "Okay, well I better get out of here," she said, and no matter how much she tried to act stern, laughter danced in her eyes. She started to run out of the Hospital Wing. "Bye, Hun."

"Hey, Faith!"

"Hmm?" she stopped.

"I just noticed you had an American accent," he told her. She just grinned slyly.

"Damn, I've been trying to hide it. Well, you've found me out. Try not to let it slip, would you?" she told him, all trace of an English accent nonexistent. Harry looked positively lost, but she ran out of the room, leaving him drowning in confusion.

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Clothes were strewn all over her room and Faith still hadn't decided what to wear to the funeral. Red? Too festive. Black? Made it look her look fat. White? She wasn't getting married for Christ's sake! Finally, she pulled out a dress that she hadn't even known she owned. The dark purple garment wasn't short, but just long enough to cover her knees, and the strap wrapped around her neck, taking more notice to her smooth, slender shoulders. Faith slipped off her blue sweatshirt and baggy cargo pants to pull on the dress and walked over to a mirror. Seeing her reflection made her own jaw drop. This wasn't just a dress. This was heaven disguised! Not only did it hug her perfectly, but the feeling it gave her, as if she was actually beautiful… it was amazing. She quickly grabbed a hair tie and pulled her blonde hair up into a messy bun, and let a few hairs around it fall loose, giving it a casual, yet elegant look. After grabbing some dark lipstick and painting on a light layer, Faith was satisfied and came down the common room stairs to find Ginny and Harry in a fairly private snog. Ron was sitting in a chair by the fire in a tux, glaring at Hermione who was sitting with Seamus, trying to help him with his Potions essay.

"No, Seamus, the tentacfula leaf is used for curing vampire bites, not making warts appear on dragon scales! Honestly," exclaimed an impatient Hermione. "You see, you just cast the spell, Firemti- oh!" It seemed while trying to demonstrate the complicated curse, her robes had been set on fire. Faith sighed and pointed her wand at the flames, spilling water over them. Hermione, now with very wet robes, glared at the nonexistent fire before looking up at Faith. It was not the reaction she expected. "Where did you find that dress!" she snapped. Rather taken aback, it took the girl a while before she could answer.

"In my wardrobe."

"Hmm…" but Hermione said no more before standing up and strutting through the portrait hole. Harry and Ginny chose that exact moment to look up.

"Faith, I see you're up," Ginny smiled. "And looking beautiful at that." Faith blushed while Harry stared at her.

"Um, yeah. I decided it would be best to look respectable, after what happened and all." She couldn't help but notice all the boys in the room were staring at her, and a thick silence hung in the air, threatening them. Suddenly, Seamus whistled, making her face turn an even fiercer shade of red.

"I'll say the girl has grown up a bit," he smirked, staring at her curves. She quickly tried to hide the fact that it clung to he body in all the places she did NOT want Seamus staring, and pulled down on the hem of the dress, making the situation, if possible, worse. Ron's mouth was just hanging there, Finnigan was now examining the low neckline of the material, and Harry still hadn't looked away from her. Ginny watched the situation occur, and anger boiled inside of her, much like the Polyjuice Potion she had helped Luna Lovegood make in Snape's class just days ago. This was all Faith's fault, she realized. Faith was the reason she was pregnant with Malfoy's baby! Before she could stop herself, Ginny stood up and pointed to a fidgeting Faith.

"Harry, she's not even human. I hate to tell you, but she's a siren!"

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A/N: So, now that you know partly what Faith is, let some of the story fall into place! As for the rest…well, you'll have to wait for the next chapters to come ) Thank you all for the reviews! You're too kind! Really! Oh yeah, anyone who reads this –points sword at you- Review or face Freddy! (that's the sword) Luv ya guys! Bye