Hey guys, it's come to my attention that some of you may not like how Faye is acting at the moment, so I'll quickly put this out there in the hopes it will make a bit more sense to you all. Faye is BIPOLAR she hasn't been diagnosed with it yet but she will be shortly!

Chapter Six: Halloween

It was a couple of days before Halloween and Faye sat silently studying in the library of an afternoon. Harry had gone with Wood to practice a bit more on his Quidditch, politely Faye had reufused saying she was going to do a bit of catch up and would join in during proper practice times. Wood and Harry had reluctantly agreed and she had wandered off.
To be fair, it wasn't a lie as Faye did need to get her essay for Snape done. It was on how one would make a potion for curing Cold-sores. Faye sighed and banged her head onto the table in defeat, so far she had half the essay done, the other half she needed to finish but she just couldn't bring herself to look for more information in the book.
"This is damned depressing." she muttered, unbeknownst to her, Faye was being watched by 2 pairs of eyes, the one belonging to Malfoy, the other George.

Malfoy walked over from behind a book shelf, he was on his own for a change but that wasn't going to stop him from causing havoc seeing as Faye hadn't spotted him. Quietly he raised his wand and ask he was about to utter a spell a clear voice rung out.
"Expelliarmus!".
"MR WEASLEY!" The furious shout of the School Librarian; Madam Pince, followed after George's voice, Faye whirled around.
"He was going to cast a spell on Faye though! I only did it to defend my fellow Gryffindor."
Madam Pince turned to Malfoy who had a look of pure guilt on his face for a split second before he tried to look innocent.
"Get out Mr Malfoy or I will deduct points from Slytherin. As for you Mr Weasley, noble as it was, do not distrub the Library's peace again."
With that said and done, Madam Pince walked off. George gave the shocked Faye a small smile and sat down next to her.

"T-thanks G-george." Faye began to stutter, she hid her face in her book trying to hide the fact she was blushing. For a little while now, it had come to her attention that she in fact, did, no matter how hard she tried to deny it, have a crush on the infamous George Weasley. Having him this close was not helping her heart as it tried to beat frantically.
"Hey. You've been sat here for over an hour looking at that book."
"H-have you b-been watching me?"
"No, simply observing."
Faye chanced a glance at George and almost instantly regretted it because on his face was a little cheeky smirk and also, his face was too close for any girl's comfort who had a crush on him. Nerveously, Faye swallowed the little lump that was forming in her throat, George, he was too close and too perfect to be true.
"Come with me Faye, I've something to show you." His voice was full of mirth and mischief and for what ever reason that was totally beyond Faye's comprehension, she got up, put her things into her bag, swung it over her shoulder and followed George out of the library.

"W-where are w-we g-going G-george?"
"You'll see, we're nearly there!" George was estatic over whatever he was going to show Faye, she gave a shy smile when he glanced back at her. He led her down towards the dungeons, he checked about and when he had decided it was safe, George pushed large brick and it moved aside showing a secret passage, quickly he pushed Faye inside and then followed her tapping the brick as he went.
The passage was long and dark, yet Faye could hear the constant drip, drip of water where there appeared to be none, George lit his wand and gently took her hand before pulling her along the passage, it was straight for a while then there were two turning, George took the right one. After that it was straight on until some light was able to be spotted up ahead. George let the light from his wand die out and then he pulled Faye towards the exit quicker. Soon they come out into the bright sunlight and Faye sucked a breath in.

"G-george it's l-like a f-fairy tale."
"Magical right?"
"Y-yeah."
"I thought I'd bring you here, me and Fred found it last year, it's nice but we never found it all too interesting, you on the other hand seem to like nature from what we've heard and between us, we thought it would be a perfect hideaway when everything is too much for you."
"T-thank y-you. W-where's Fred?"
"Ah, Snape gave him a detention for being lazy in class so Fred told me to bring you here."
"O-okay."
George smiled and Faye just stared at the beauty of the area around her. It was like a fairy tale clearing, beautiful green grass at the perfect height with gorgeous spots of color which were a variety of strange flowers. Tall trees gave off gracious amounts of shade, at the edge of the clearing was a bit of sand and then the edge of the lake where the giant squid lived.
Faye gave a sudden gasp for she had noticed some lights bobbing through the grass. Fairies! There, over by the edge of the lake she noticed something else... Merfolk! Excited Faye looked about her in wonder, over by the trees, she noticed something, was that? could it really be?
"Unicorns?" Faye whispered uncertainly.
"Yeah, that's strange though, usually there aren't so many magical creatures around here."
"I-it's beautiful. J-just like you." Faye voice was barley a whisper and she felt the bright red blush on her face.
Silence. Faye's heart dropped, she'd overstepped the mark.
Then … George reached out and turned her around, as Faye's face came to look at his, his lips sealed gently over hers and George whispered onto them.
"Thank you."
He then enveloped her in a hug. Faye smiled into his chest and carefully wrapped her arms around him, she felt George pull her close. It felt like Heaven.

**Halloween**

On Halloween morning they woke to the delicious smell of baking pumpkin wafting through the corridors. Even better, Professor Flitwick announced in Charms that he thought they were ready to start making objects fly, something they had all been dying to try since they'd seen him make Neville's toad zoom around the classroom.
Professor Flitwick put the class into pairs to practice. Harry's partner was Seamus Finnigan (which was a relief, because Neville had been trying to catch his eye). Faye ended up working with Parvati which wasn't so bad. Ron, however, was to be working with Hermione Granger. It was hard to tell whether Ron or Hermione was angrier about this. She hadn't spoken to either of the boys since the day Harry's broomstick had arrived.
"Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practicing!" squeaked Professor Flitwick, perched on top of his pile of books as usual. "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important, too - never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest."

It was very difficult. Harry and Seamus swished and flicked, but the feather they were supposed to be sending skyward just lay on the desktop. Seamus got so impatient that he prodded it with his wand and set fire to it - Harry had to put it out with his hat.
Faye seemed to have more luck with hers as she managed to get it to rise off of the table and being unable to get it to go upwards more than a few inches she began to make it rock back and forth. Professor Flitwick went to help her.
Ron, at the next table, wasn't having much more luck.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill.
"You're saying it wrong," Harry heard Hermione snap. "It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the 'gar' nice and long."
"You do it, then, if you're so clever," Ron snarled. Faye cringed.
Hermione rolled up the sleeves of her gown, flicked her wand, and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Their feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads.
"Oh, well done!" cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. "Everyone see here, Miss Granger's done it!"

Ron was in a very bad mood by the end of the class. "It's no wonder no one can stand her," he said to Harry as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, "she's a nightmare, honestly. "
"Hey, I get along alright-"
Someone knocked into Faye as they hurried past her. It was Hermione.
Harry caught a glimpse of her face - and was startled to see that she was in tears. Faye called after her and was ignored.
"I think she heard you."
"So?" said Ron, but he looked a bit uncomfortable. "She must've noticed she's got no friends."
"YOU PRICK RON!" Faye screached in response, she stormed off to the next lesson and didn't forgive Ron for quite a while.
Hermione didn't turn up for the next class and wasn't seen all afternoon. On their way down to the Great Hall for the Halloween feast, Harry and Ron overheard Parvati Patil and her friend Lavender telling Faye that Hermione was crying in the girls' bathroom and wanted to be left alone. Ron looked still more awkward at this, and cringed when Faye hit him, but a moment later they had entered the Great Hall, where the Halloween decorations put Hermione out of their minds.

A thousand live bats fluttered from the walls and ceiling while a thousand more swooped over the tables in low black clouds, making the candles in the pumpkins stutter. The feast appeared suddenly on the golden plates, as it had at the start-of-term banquet.
Faye put a small bit on her plate but barley ate it.
Harry was just helping himself to a baked potato when Professor Quirrell came sprinting into the hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared as he reached Professor Dumbledore's chair, slumped against the table, and gasped, "Troll - in the dungeons - thought you ought to know."
He then sank to the floor in a dead faint.
There was an uproar. It took several purple firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor Dumbledore's wand to bring silence.
"Prefects," he rumbled, "lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!"
Percy was in his element.
"Follow me! Stick together, first years! No need to fear the troll if you follow my orders! Stay close behind me, now. Make way, first years coming through! Excuse me, I'm a prefect!"

"How could a troll get in?" Harry asked as they climbed the stairs.
"Don't ask me, they're supposed to be really stupid," said Ron. "Maybe Peeves let it in for a Halloween joke."
"I don't think even Peeves is that stupid Ron." Faye said.
They passed different groups of people hurrying in different directions. As they jostled their way through a crowd of confused Hufflepuffs, Harry suddenly grabbed Faye and Ron's arms.
"I've just thought - Hermione."
"Shit!"
"What about her?"
"She doesn't know about the troll."
Ron bit his lip. Faye gave a death glare.
"Oh, all right," he snapped. "But Percy'd better not see us."
Ducking down, they joined the Hufflepuffs going the other way, slipped down a deserted side corridor, and hurried off toward the girls' bathroom. They had just turned the corner when they heard quick footsteps behind them.
"Percy!" hissed Ron, pulling Harry behind a large stone griffin. Faye quickly darted behind them.
Peering around it, however, they saw not Percy but Snape. He crossed the corridor and disappeared from view.
"What's he doing?" Harry whispered.
"Why isn't he down in the dungeons with the rest of the teachers?" Faye finished the sentence.
"Search me."
Quietly as possible, they crept along the next corridor after Snape's fading footsteps.
"He's heading for the third floor," Harry said, but Ron held up his hand.
"Can you smell something?" coughed Faye.
Harry sniffed and a foul stench reached his nostrils, a mixture of old socks and the kind of public toilet no one seems to clean.

And then they heard it - a low grunting, and the shuffling footfalls of gigantic feet. Ron pointed - at the end of a passage to the left, something huge was moving toward them. They shrank into the shadows and watched as it emerged into a patch of moonlight.
It was a horrible sight. Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite gray, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long.
The troll stopped next to a doorway and peered inside. It waggled its long ears, making up its tiny mind, then slouched slowly into the room.
"Damn it smells and looks worse than your cousin Harry!" whispered Faye.
Harry and Ron snorted with a bit of laughter.
"The keys in the lock," Harry muttered. "We could lock it in."
"Good idea," said Ron nervously.

They edged toward the open door, mouths dry, praying the troll wasn't about to come out of it. With one great leap, Harry managed to grab the key, slam the door, and lock it.
'Yes!"
"WAIT! Harry! Ron!" Faye yelled as the pair, flushed with their victory, had started to run back up the passage, but as they reached the corner they heard something that made their hearts stop - a high, petrified scream - and it was coming from the chamber they'd just chained up.

"Oh, no," said Ron, pale as the Bloody Baron.
"It is isn't it?" whispered Faye shaking.
"It's the girls' bathroom!" Harry gasped.
"Hermione!" Faye screamed and bolted towards the door.
It was the last thing the boys wanted to do, but what choice did they have? Wheeling around, they sprinted back to the door just as Faye turned the key, fumbling in her panic and wrenching the door open before running inside.
Hermione Granger was shrinking against the wall opposite, looking as if she was about to faint. The troll was advancing on her, knocking the sinks off the walls as it went.
"Hermoine! NO!" Faye shrieked.
"Confuse it!" Harry said desperately to Ron whilst he pulled Faye back from running over, and Ron, seizing a tap, he threw it as hard as he could against the wall.
The troll stopped a few feet from Hermione. It lumbered around, blinking stupidly, to see what had made the noise. Its mean little eyes saw Harry. It hesitated, then made for him instead, lifting its club as it went.
"Oy, pea-brain!" yelled Ron from the other side of the chamber, and he threw a metal pipe at it. The troll didn't even seem to notice the pipe hitting its shoulder, but it heard the yell and paused again, turning its ugly snout toward Ron instead, giving Harry time to run around it.
"But MUNCH!" Shouted Faye as she pointed her wand at it and turned the bottom of its club pink.
"Come on, run, run!" Harry yelled at Hermione, trying to pull her toward the door, but she couldn't move, she was still flat against the wall, her mouth open with terror.
The shouting and the echoes seemed to be driving the troll berserk. It roared again and started toward Ron, who was nearest and had no way to escape.
Harry then did something that was both very brave and very stupid: He took a great running jump and managed to fasten his arms around the troll's neck from behind. The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wand had still been in his hand when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.

Howling with pain, the troll twisted and flailed its club, with Harry clinging on for dear life; any second, the troll was going to rip him off or catch him a terrible blow with the club.
Faye screamed and hit the floor shaking in terror for Harry. Hermione had sunk to the floor in fright; Ron pulled out his own wand - not knowing what he was going to do he heard himself cry the first spell that came into his head: "Wingardium Leviosa!"
The club flew suddenly out of the troll's hand, rose high, high up into the air, turned slowly over - and dropped, with a sickening crack, onto its owner's head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble.
Harry got to his feet. He was shaking and out of breath. Ron was standing there with his wand still raised, staring at what he had done. Faye ran and tackled Harry into a hug, crying as she did so.
It was Hermione who spoke first.
"Is it - dead?"
I don't think so," said Harry, I think it's just been knocked out."
Awkwardly he bent down as he still had Faye attached to him and was trying to sooth her, and pulled his wand out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.
"Urgh - troll boogers." Faye's voice was shaky and Harry smiled softly at her.
He wiped it on the troll's trousers.

A sudden slamming and loud footsteps made the three of them look up. They hadn't realized what a racket they had been making, but of course, someone downstairs must have heard the crashes and the troll's roars. A moment later, Professor McGonagall had come bursting into the room, closely followed by Snape, with Quirrell bringing up the rear. Quirrell took one look at the troll, let out a faint whimper, and sat quickly down on a toilet, clutching his heart.
Snape bent over the troll. Professor McGonagall was looking at Ron and Harry, and then taking in Faye who was still crying and clinging to Harry's side, upon seeing Professor McGonagall, she let out a wail and ran to her. Professor McGonagall opened her arms and pulled Faye into them, she then looked up. Harry had never seen her look so angry. Her lips were white. Hopes of winning fifty points for Gryffindor faded quickly from Harry's mind.
"What on earth were you thinking of?" said Professor McGonagall, with cold fury in her voice. Harry looked at Ron, who was still standing with his wand in the air. "You're lucky you weren't killed. Why aren't you in your dormitory?"
Snape gave Harry a swift, piercing look. Harry looked at the floor. He wished Ron would put his wand down.
Then a small voice came out of the shadows.
"Please, Professor McGonagall - they were all looking for me."
"Miss Granger!"
Hermione had managed to get to her feet at last.
I went looking for the troll because I - I thought I could deal with it on my own - you know, because I've read all about them."
Ron dropped his wand. Hermione Granger, telling a downright lie to a teacher? "If they hadn't found me, I'd be dead now. Harry stuck his wand up its nose and Ron knocked it out with its own club. Faye told them when she found out, they didn't have time to come and fetch anyone. It was about to finish me off when they arrived."
Harry and Ron tried to look as though this story wasn't new to them whilst Faye was gently rocked back and forth by Professor McGonagall.
"Well - in that case..." said Professor McGonagall, staring at the three of them and then gently scooping Faye up in her arms, "Miss Granger, you foolish girl, how could you think of tackling a mountain troll on your own?"
Hermione hung her head. Harry was speechless. Hermione was the last person to do anything against the rules, and here she was, pretending she had, to get them out of trouble. It was as if Snape had started handing out sweets.
"Miss Granger, five points will be taken from Gryffindor for this," said Professor McGonagall. "I'm very disappointed in you. If you're not hurt at all, you'd better get off to Gryffindor tower. Students are finishing the feast in their houses."
Hermione left.
Professor McGonagall turned to Harry and Ron.
"Well, I still say you were lucky, but not many first years could have taken on a full-grown mountain troll. You each win Gryffindor five points. Professor Dumbledore will be informed of this. You may go."
"What about Faye?" Harry asked in as daring a voice as he could.
"I will take her to Madam Pomfery, the girl is on the verge of a break down Mr Potter."

They hurried out of the chamber and didn't speak at all until they had climbed two floors up. It was a relief to be away from the smell of the troll, quite apart from anything else.
"We should have gotten more than ten points," Ron grumbled.
"Five, you mean, once she's taken off Hermione's."
"Good of her to get us out of trouble like that," Ron admitted. "Mind you, we did save her."
"She might not have needed saving if we hadn't locked the thing in with her," Harry reminded him.
"True. I hope Faye'll be alright."
"Should be, Professor McGonagall looked after her for a couple of weeks in the holidays before term started, I think she'll be fine with her."
They had reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Pig snout," they said and entered.
The common room was packed and noisy. Everyone was eating the food that had been sent up. Hermione, however, stood alone by the door, waiting for them. There was a very embarrassed pause. Then, none of them looking at each other, they all said "Thanks," and hurried off to get plates.

But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.
Later on in the evening, Hermoine inquired about Faye and so Harry told both Ron and Hermoine all about Faye's life with the muggles, living with Professor McGonagall and her reaction upon meeting Harry. Half way through his story, Faye actually walked in, rather shakily with Beauty coiled around her arm and then slowly she walked over, sank down next to Harry and fell asleep.

Now you've all see the vulnerable side of Faye. I will explain for anyone who didn't get it, Faye broke down because she thought the Troll was going to kill Harry and Hermoine (originally) then when McGonagall came, she ran to her for comfort because she's the only adult that Faye has a strong attachment too and trusts, excluding Hagrid of course.
Now peace y'all, Wolfette2k12 is outta here! :P xox