A/N: Ok, I'm gonna spare you the usual spiel of how bad I feel 'cause I'm hopeless at updating, etc. and just use the two words student and dissertation. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it! How I wish my dissertation had been as easy to write as bits of this story have been.

Anyways, as I may have mentioned (I can't remember) this chapter kinda fast forwards, hopefully it works. As per, I don't own Harry Potter or Winnie-the-Pooh or anything other than Faith, and even she seems to have a mind of her own inside mine…worryingly… So, enjoy! :D

Chapter Five: Photographic Memories

It was that time of year again, Faith was back in the castle she loved so much, full to bursting point from the welcome feast she had enjoyed just a few hours earlier and happy to be back among her friends. She should probably have been in bed, if only to please her roommates who were no doubt getting sick of her moving about the room by now, but she had to make the room her own again, she had to put her pictures back up. During the past three years at Hogwarts Faith had taken a lot of photos, most of which were stored away in albums which she left at home, but she always stuck her favourites up on the wall beside her bed. As she had to take these down every year over the summer, then put them back up after, her roommates had passed comment before about the futility of this act but, as usual, this did little to deter her.

Squatting at the foot of her bed, rooting around in her trunk for her box of pictures Faith heard a huffing from across the room and felt someone's eyes burning into the back of her head. She turned to find Lavender glaring rather sleepily at her from a spot near the head of her own bed, and Parvati also watching her as she prepared for bed, Hermione had already settled into her own bed leaving the others to have the inevitable conversation.

"Do you have to do that right now Tig?" Lavender grumbled sleepily.

"What? I'm just trying to find something" Faith played dumb.

"Yeah, your photos, you're going to mess around getting them out and sticking them all up before you even consider going to bed aren't you?"

"…maybe" Faith tried to look as innocent as possible (not something she was good at).

"Well do you really have to do it right now, or at all for that matter?"

"I'll forget otherwise, and yes I need to put them up, we've been through this before."

"This is the third year you've had this same conversation" Parvati yawned, climbing onto her bed and drawing the curtains "and it's the same result every time."

"Well if she chose a sensible time to do it" Lavender grumbled.

"Relax Lavender" Faith tried to soothe, looking at her watch "It's not that late, only just quarter to eleven, and it won't take me long, besides the more you disturb me the longer it'll take."

"Fine, get on with it then, but hurry up, I can't sleep with the light on and you moving around, tripping over things."

"Will do" Faith grinned "Night Lavender."

Lavender grumbled something which might have been goodnight and pulled the curtains shut around her bed. Faith grinned to herself, it was true they had had very similar scenes on their first nights back in the castle in both second and third year. She continued to rustle around in her trunk for another minute or so before finally pulling out the small wooden box in which she kept the photos which were to go up on the wall. Faith stood and walked across to the edge of her bed, where she sat with the box in her lap, fingering the latch, before opening it and starting to carefully lift out the contents.

The first thing she pulled out of the box was in fact not a photo but a picture which Dean had drawn and given her during their second year. The picture showed Faith with tiger ears and tail glaring at a small group of people, the centre of which was a tall, blonde, rather feminine looking wizard being fawned upon by the surrounding girls. The memory which this picture brought back made Faith smile to herself, not that she could forget that day as it had produced the nickname which almost everyone now addressed her by.

It was during their first week back in the second year when it had happened, shortly before their first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson with the new professor, Gilderoy Lockhart (which only proved to confirm Faith's views). Faith was stood outside the classroom with the rest of the class, talking to Dean, Seamus, and Neville.

"Merlin, would you look at them all!" Faith exclaimed to the boys, gesturing towards where Lavender and Parvati stood with several Hufflepuff girls. From where they stood Faith and the boys caught snatches of their conversation.

"Ooh, he's soooo handsome…"

"…did you read about the Werewolf?"

"He's so amazing…"

"You not a fan of our esteemed Defence Professor then?" Dean grinned.

"Like every other girl around here you mean?" Faith asked.

"Yeah, shouldn't you be drooling over him like every other girl in the castle?" Seamus chipped in.

"Seriously? You imagine me going all girly and gooey over that?" Faith asked incredulously.

"Nah, maybe not" Seamus grinned "but I imagined some kinda impressed reaction to all the adventures that are in his books."

"Him? Adventures?" Faith asked "Can you really see him anywhere where there isn't hot running water, beauty products and a clean fancy suit every day?"

"What, you think he's faked it all?" Neville asked.

"No, I don't know, maybe, or exaggerated them, it's just I don't see it, I mean fighting vampires and werewolves and whatever is bound to be messy work and I can't see him doing it, I mean maybe he did, but you know…"

"Aye, you may have a point" Seamus agreed.

"Yeah, I can see him panicking if he had even one hair out of place" Neville added.

"Exactly!" Faith exclaimed, a bit too loud in her excitement "He is such a...a…woman!"

Unfortunately for Faith she hadn't realised how close the other girls were standing, close enough that when she raised her voice they had no problem overhearing her. The next thing she knew Lavender and Parvati, with a couple of Hufflepuff girls in tow had descended on her.

"Who were you just talking about?" Parvati asked, a slight edge in her voice.

"Um" Faith looked at her and then Lavender puzzled, then glanced round at the boys, who were all beginning to snigger "Why?"

"Just curious" Parvati's feigned innocence was all too obvious.

"…Ok, if you must know it was Lockhart."

"You think he's a woman?" Lavender joined the conversation.

"Have you looked at him?" Faith asked "He's just so, so…"

"…stylish" Lavender suggested, smiling a dazed sort of smile.

"…dreamy" Parvati's smile mirrored Lavender's.

"Not exactly what I was going for" Faith started cautiously "But kinda my point."

"Faith thinks someone's dreamy?" Seamus chuckled.

"That's a new one" Dean grinned "and certainly different from what she was saying before."

Faith shot them a glare "Shush you two, you know what I mean!"

"What do you mean?" Parvati's face had suddenly hardened.

"I mean he's an over-styled, fame hungry ponce, and I can't see how he managed all those things he wrote about!"

"Oh, 'cause you could do better could you?" Parvati questioned indignantly.

"I'm not saying I could, but that still doesn't mean I understand how someone like him could, or would want to for that matter."

"Someone like him!" Lavender's voice was rising "You mean a mature, talented, good looking wizard!"

"…I thought we were talking about Lockhart?" Faith couldn't keep the grin off her face (especially as, out of the corner of her eye, she could see the three boys struggling not to burst out laughing).

"Oh you're very funny" Lavender stated sarcastically.

"It's fine, just leave her to it" one of the Hufflepuff girls piped up, attempting to pull Lavender away "she's clearly just jealous 'cause she'll never compare to him."

With that the girls turned to leave, but they had succeeded in winding Faith up.

"Jealous! Of that poncey, feminine twit?" she exclaimed, voice rising in indignation.

"Yeah well at least he's done something worthwhile" Lavender shot over her shoulder, and then turning slightly finished the thought "he's not just running riot in a school, making a mess and pouncing on people wherever he goes like…like… like some demented Tigger character!"

With that Lavender followed the rest of the girls past the waiting students to the opposite end of the corridor, putting as much space between themselves and Faith's little group as possible while still waiting to enter the classroom.

The minute they were out of immediate earshot all three boys burst out laughing, while Faith continued to grumble to herself.

"Stop grumbling" Seamus managed to stutter out amongst his laughter "You heard them, you're just jealous!"

"Yeah, you just wish it was you that had travelled with trolls!" Dean snorted.

"Or you were planning a career as a fame hungry author and are upset he got there first!" Neville added, before they all broke down in laughter again.

"Shut it you lot!" Faith growled "Or my first great achievement will be called 'battered boys'."

"Aww, play nicely Tigger" Dean whined, still chuckling softly "You know you love us really."

Faith glared at him and stuck out her tongue "Don't you start!"

"What? She has a point, you do have some of Tigger's qualities…"

Faith just continued to glare.

"I mean that in the nicest possible way obviously"

"Course you do" Faith's tone was dripping with sarcasm.

"Wait, Tigger's that muggle cartoon character right?" Seamus asked "Sure he's in one of the stories me dad used to read to me. Lots of energy, usually excited about something, has a habit of pouncing people?"

"Yep, sounds like the one" Dean confirmed "which is what I mean about Faith and Tigger qualities."

"I have no idea what you lot are talking about" Neville pointed out "but even I have to admit it does sound like Faye."

"Yup, we most definitely have Tigger among us!" Seamus grinned.

"I hate Lavender!" Faith groaned "she had to give you three ideas didn't she!"

The boys just grinned at her, while also attempting to look innocent.

"I'm not Tigger!" she insisted, as the rest of the class began to file into the classroom.

"Fine, we know" Seamus assured her, before adding with a grin "Tig"

Faith just rolled her eyes as a slight smile began to appear on her face and she followed the boys into what would turn out to be a very eventful lesson. There was no use fighting it, she was sure they'd forget about it in a week or so at most.

Nearly two years later and they still hadn't forgotten, in fact the name had slowly caught on, first with the twins, then other Gryffindors, until finally the only one of her friends who still called her Faith on a regular basis was strangely, Neville.

Faith continued to smile as she fastened the picture to the wall and lifted more out of her little box. The first photo she picked out showed a scene from the previous winter, the first year she and her three best friends (along with the rest of the year) had been allowed to visit Hogsmeade.

The photo had been taken on the way into Hogsmeade on the last of these trips before the Christmas holidays, as they made their way along a particularly snowy stretch of path. It showed Faith lying full length in a deep snow drift, chucking lumps of snow in the direction of Fred and George, who, having just thrown her there were stood laughing with Lee and Seamus, while Neville did his best to rescue Faith without getting hit by her frosty projectiles. The novelty of Faith being small enough to dump into snow drifts easily clearly had not warn off, even after two whole winters (and in the twins case a great deal more back at the Burrow) of doing so. At least by third year Faith had learned to make sure she was well insulated whenever she went outside with the boys during winter, meaning she was usually warm and dry even if she did spend more of her time flat on her back in the snow than on her feet (although in all fairness some of that was more to do with clumsiness than the boys).

Faith lifted a couple more photos out and stuck them up next to Dean's drawing, smiling when she pulled out one that had been taken towards the end of the previous year. It showed Neville and Dean sat at opposite ends of one of the Common Room sofa's beside the fire, both nodding off, with Faith curled up between them her head resting on Neville's lap, her feet on Dean's, already fast asleep. Seamus had taken the photo shortly before dozing off himself in the armchair next to them. It had been taken on the evening of the first really nice Saturday that summer.

Faith had been woken early by the sun streaming in the windows of the girls dormitory and she stopped just long enough to grab her slippers before charging up to the boys' dorm, still in her pyjamas, bursting in, and pouncing on the nearest bed, which happened to be Seamus'. This resulted in a lot of shouting and swearing from Seamus, who had rolled off onto the floor with a crash in his surprise. This woke the other four boys in the dorm who all peered out from between the curtains on their beds, looking around in confusion, before seeing Faith sat cross legged in the middle of Seamus' bed grinning proudly and Seamus glaring up at her from his spot on the floor. Faith was soon ousted from her spot on the bed, had most of the pillows in the room thrown at her and found herself stood in the corridor outside the dorm room as the door was slammed shut behind her. She thought better of going to wake the twins and Lee and having a repeat (and probably more violent) incident in the fifth year dorm, so traipsed back to her own room to get dressed.

She waited for the boys in the common room, watching other people come and go. It wasn't long before they joined her, mumbling various versions of "I hate you, I couldn't get back to sleep" and "why are we awake?" The boys soon perked up when she produced the goodies she had filched from the kitchens the previous night though.

The four of them had then spent the whole day (minus a short break for lunch) out in the castle grounds running around with the football Dean had brought with him (although he and Faith had long since given up trying to explain the proper rules to the other boys) and, after Faith had been thrown head first into the lake having sufficiently wound Dean up, swimming too. Consequently the four of them were shattered by the time evening came and had collapsed in the common room shortly after getting back from tea in the Great Hall.

About an hour after the picture was taken Fred and George arrived in the common room, spotted the slumbering students, crept up behind the sofa and shouted "Wakey, wakey, little Faithy!" This caused Neville and Dean to bolt awake, Seamus to almost tip his chair over and Faith to roll off the sofa into a heap on the floor, narrowly missing the nearby coffee table, at which point the cackling twins disappeared back across the busy Common Room.

"I really hate your brothers sometimes, Tig" Dean groaned.

"You're not the only one" mumbled the heap that was Faith.

Faith continued to put up her photos, finding amongst them first a picture from first year, taken by George of the four first years in the kitchens looking slightly green, a number of empty bowls and glasses on the table in front of them (starting a 'who can eat the most ice cream' competition had not been Seamus' brightest idea).

Next she pulled out a photo that was starting to look a little tatty around the edges, it showed five red headed children, dressed in a way which had at some point earlier in the day been smart. It had been taken at Percy's birthday party when Faith was about five years old. Faith, Ginny, Fred, George, and Ron sat on the grass in the garden of the Burrow, each with a paper plate of food. The boys were all wearing shirts which were rather crumpled and stained by this point. Ginny and Faith wore fancy party dresses (something which Faith had pouted a lot about, and been teased by the twins for), Ginny still looked fairly neat, but Faith had grass and mud stains around the hem of her dress and chocolate and other food down the front. All five children were grinning happily up at the camera with mouths full of food (and in the case of the youngest three, faces covered in it).

As Faith stuck up the last of the pictures from her box (three similar pictures of her, Dean, Seamus and Neville stood together grinning, one taken each of the past three years) it struck her how much they had all changed. Looking at those pictures it was clear she was rapidly becoming the midget of the group, she had always been slightly smaller than the boys but now there was a lot more difference in it. Neville and Dean had shot up over the past couple of years, Dean had always been the tallest and still was, but now both he and Neville were easily a head taller than Faith, Seamus was still much closer in height to her, but even there the gap was beginning to stretch.

She also noticed the changes that were appearing in the boys' faces, it was clear in the pictures that they were growing from boys into young men (and weird as it was for her, Faith had to admit they were maturing well). All three had changed between the three pictures and then again over summer, Neville most of all, although part of that may have been that she hadn't seen him all summer but had attended the Quidditch World Cup with Dean, Seamus, and Mrs. Finnigan. Neville was no longer the small, plump boy she had met on the Hogwarts Express, he had definitely grown and was beginning to mature into quite a good looking young man. Faith wasn't sure what to make of this or how she seemed to notice these changes more than those to the other two boys.

Shaking herself out of her contemplation Faith fished through the bag where she kept her camera for the last photo that was to go up on the wall. This was a new one, taken at the Quidditch World Cup of herself, Dean, and Seamus decked out in green, complete with face paint and bouncing (literally in Faith's case) with excitement. She fastened this up alongside the rest, stepped back to admire her work, smiled and then clambered into bed, shutting the light off and pulling the curtains closed around her.

"Finally" a sleepy voice drifted across the room to her.

"It's only just eleven, Lavender" she replied.

"Whatever you say" came the sleepy, sarcastic reply.

"Would you two just go to sleep already!" Hermione's exasperated voice chipped in.

"Sorry, 'mione" Faith mumbled "Night!"

The only response she got was a muffled noise from Lavender's direction, which may have been a 'Night', a final complaint or just a sleepy groan, and with that the fourth year girl's dormitory settled down for a peaceful first night back in Hogwarts castle.