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I Love You

Chapter-1-Summer's Morning

It was HIS fault. HIS fault that Sirius (sp?)was dead. HIS fault that he would never know what

was in HIS prophecy. He would never know. "But there is still hope," Dumbledore had said.

"Hope of another. Just because one prophesy is lost, doesn't mean they all are." But he had

refused to listen. Voldemort was just about back to full power, and ready to strike.

But there were a few things that were Voldemort's fault. Besides the death of his parents, it was

Voldemort's fault that he got his stupid scar. HIS fault that he was famous. HIS fault that he had

lot of girls after him not wanting to know the real him. Only loving him for his stupid scar.

"Harry!" Ron hissed. Harry's head snapped up. "She's coming!"

"Here!" Hermione threw him his cloak and Harry quickly got under it. Ron went back to sit with

Hermione. The door to the cabin on the train. A beautiful, sixteen year old girl, with long black

hair, and dark eyes stood in the doorway.

"Hey Cho!" Hermione did her best to be polite.

Cho completely ignored her. "Have you seen Harry?" she asked Ron.

"Nope," said Ron. "Is that all? 'Cause if it is. . ." he snaked his arm around Hermione's waist.

"we have to be getting back to what we were planning on doing."

Cho sighed. "Well, if you see him, let me know please." But the only reply she got was a giggle

from Hermione. She left and shut the door. Ron got off of Hermione and Hermione took out her

wand and did a locking charm on the door. Harry came out from under his cloak.

"I don't get you Harry," said Ron.

"What?" Harry asked.

"You can have all these girls and you don't take any of them," Hermione said.

"Yeah, even Marigold and Cho asked you out," said Ron. "And there the second hottest girl in

the school!" Hermione gave Ron a stern look. "I mean. . ." he cleared his throat. "You're an

idiot."

Harry shrugged. "Why would I want a girlfriend anyway?" he asked.

Ron looked at him, winked, and went back to kissing Hermione. Harry laughed and left. "Ron!"

Hermione giggled again.

Harry walked out on the small balcony that was connected to the train. He sighed and was deep

in his own thought. It wasn't that he didn't want a girlfriend, he did. It's just that, all the girls that

liked him, liked him for the wrong reason. Besides, he didn't like them anyway. Famous or not.

He just wanted someone who he could have a nice conversation with. Not just someone to make

out with. Someone he could relate to, someone who would need him, and he need. She wouldn't

like him, or even love him, just because he has a stupid scar. He sighed.

* * * * * * *

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!"

"Daddy please!"

"Don't you 'daddy' me! Now get the FUCK OUT before I get my damn knife!"

Faith got to her feet and was out the door in the blink of an eye. She ran as fast as her feet would

allow her. Past the laundromat, across the street, pass sixth street, down the road to where the

lake was until. . .oops! She crashed into someone who was much bigger than her and fell on top

of him.

"What the fuck! Oh, Faith. What's up girl?" the tall black man helped her up.

"Hey. . .Pops," Faith panted.

"Dang!" said Pops. "Was you runnin' again?" Faith nodded. Pops' head lowered down to hers

and his voice went softer. "Was it your dad?" he asked. Again, Faith nodded. " 'ey, it'll be alright

baby. C'mon." He put his arm around her and they walked.

"I'm cold," Faith muttered.

"Eh?" said Pops. "What was that?"

"I'm cold!" Faith said louder.

"What! How can you be cold? It's June."

"I just am!" said Faith.

"Alright, alright. Here. . ." Pops took off his black hoody and gave it to her. "Don' know why I

was wearing that thing anyway."

Faith slipped the hoody over her head. She looked at the eighteen year old's shirtless chest. It

was a wonder why he didn't have a girlfriend yet. He had a muscular body that most of his shirts

tended to shows off. He was tall and had a great smile. Maybe that was the problem. If you were

an out-of-towner and didn't know Pops, you would think he was this big bad mean thing, that did

weed and would hit you if you looked at him. But the truth was, Pops' couldn't even hurt a fly.

Sure he would help out his friends if someone threaten them but that's a whole different thing.

His dad died of cancer when he was six and his mother left him when he was eight. Leaving

Pops to take care of his younger five brothers and sisters. He had to quit school and lie about his

age so many times to keep food on the table. faith helped out as much as she could. But her

visiting was becoming less and less.

Faith looked down at her own fifteen year old body. Her hair, that was now so oily from fear of

her dad yelling at her if she got in the shower, now looked black and stringy. She had forgotten

what the real color of it was. And then there was the ugliest part about her. Her green eyes that

were both black and her cut, dry lips.

A lot of people overlooked the fact that Faith was black and blue. They just thought it was from

all the fights. But Faith couldn't fight. It's not that she didn't know how, it was just that she

didn't like hurting other people.

Then there was her ugly body that Faith hadn't seen in months because she was afraid of what

she would see. Her underdeveloped breast, curves and hips. Right down to her black, blue,

purple, brown and yellow legs. And her stomach and her back.

She didn't wear any attractive tight clothes like some of the other girls. For one, she knew her

father would yell at her and two, she was afraid she would hurt her bruises. Besides, she didn't

like showing off her body anyway.

"You wanna go see Kevin?" Pops asked Faith after awhile.

"Sure," Faith answered.

Another block and they were there. "Hey, Kev!" Pops said hugging his best friend. Unlike Pops,

Kevin was fat and had a girlfriend. But that was only by the grace of God. As some people said.

And he wasn't as caring, although he said he was.

"Hey man," Kevin said. "Hey Faith."

"Hey Kevin," Faith said quietly.

Kevin bent down to her level. "You want an ice pack for that eye?" he asked.

"Sure," said Faith.

"Alright, come on in guys." And Kevin led them up the steps and through the door.

"Who's all here Kevin?" Pops asked.

"Everyone," Kevin answered. he shut the door. Then the three walked a small narrow hall way

and stopped at a second ugly, brown door. Kevin opened the door and right away Faith fell to the

ground and began to cough. "Faith!" Kevin shouted.

Pops lifted her up. He looked at Kevin and yelled, "DAMMIT MAN! YOU KNOW HOW SHE

IS AROUND THE SMOKE!"

"I-I forgot about that!" A small crowd had now come by the door.

"Sure," said Pops.

"I'll-I'll be fine," Faith coughed.

"You sure?" Pops asked.

"Yeah." Faith got up and the crowd got back to doing whatever. Obviously they were expecting

a fight. Faith, Pops and Kevin walked in. The smoke was thick like a fog. Faith almost fell to the

ground again but Pops caught her. "I gotcha girl," he said and led her to a seat. He set her down

near an opened window.

Kevin put a fan on and faced it towards the door. Then opened a few more windows. "I'll get

your ice-pack," Kevin said and left.

"You alright?" Pops asked Faith.

Faith nodded. "I'll be fine," she said and put her head back and closed her eyes.

It wasn't long before she heard an annoying female voice say, "Hey Pops."

Faith lifted her head and looked at the owner of the voice. A tall Mexican girl with tight black

curls and a toothy smile was standing over them. She wore a tight white crock top with tight

black jeans. Her make-up made her look like a whore.

"Do I know you?" Pops asked.

The girl giggled annoyingly. Kevin appeared beside the girl and gave Faith the ice-pack. "Ohm

guys, this is Marie. She just mov ed in next door. Marie, this is Pops, the one I've been telling

you about. Pops, Marie. And that's Faith."

"Hey Kev," another voice. Faith looked to the other side of Kevin and saw a not so different face

form Marie. She suddenly felt hot and took off the Pops' hoody.

"Oh, hey Jose," said Kevin. "Guys, this is Marie's brother. Jose, Faith, Pops."

"Hey," Pops said tilting his head up at Jose.

"Where's Mary?" Faith chocked. She really wanted to get away from the new neighbors.

"She's upstairs," Kevin said.

"Doin' who?" Pops asked. Kevin shrugged and Pops laughed.

"Yeah man," Kevin said turning to Jose. "Watch out for Mary. She'll seduce ya, then leave ya."

But Jose wasn't listening, he was starring at Faith. "'ey, man!"

"I don't believe we've been introduced," Jose smiled.

Pops looked at Faith and noticed the look in her eyes. "I don't think she wants to know you," he

said. "We better go." They both stood up but Jose stood in front of Faith's way. "MOVE!" Pops

said.

But Jose wouldn't listen. "You wanna get some action?" he asked, beginning to lift his arm so

he could put it around Faith's waist. A fist suddenly flew in Jose's face and hit him in the jaw.

People stood up and watched carefully.

"There's some action," Pops said shaking his hand.

"Hey, guys, c'mon," Kevin said.

"SHUT-UP!" Pops shouted.

"What the hell was that for!" Jose shouted.

Pops shook his head. "We gotta go." He went to grab Faith's hand but Jose stood in front of him

and said, "Not with out a fight."

"Guys!" Faith shouted. She coughed.

"Go back to Mexico!" said Pops. (no offence to the Mexicans out there. I love you all!)

"Kiss my ass!" Jose shouted.

"We all know how long that would take," said Pops.

"That's it!" Jose shouted. "Yo' black ass is mine!"

"NO!" Faith shouted. Jose raised his fist, Faith jumped in front of Pops just in time. A tanned

hand hit her in the stomach and blood came out of her mouth hitting Jose in the face and all over

his shirt. Faith put her hand over her mouth and starred. Pops quickly got her out before anything

else could happen.

Faith ran to the alley and threw up her own blood. "Faith! FAITH!"Pops shouted.

"I'm. . .fine," said Faith.

"No you ain't! You need your doctor!"

"It's happen before," said Faith. "I can handle it."

"WHAT!" Pops yelled. "You know how sick you are?"

"I. . .got it!" Faith yelled and began to throw up her last nights dinner which was nothing more

than cold fries.

Pops sighed. A few more moments and Faith was done. She spat and wiped her mouth. "Will

you be okay?" Pops asked rubbing her back.

"Yeah," Faith nodded. She wiped her mouth again. "Kevin's a jerk." Pops laughed. Faith looked

up and down the alley way. "What time is it?" she asked.

"About quarter after," Pops answered.

"See you later," Faith said and began running home. Pops knew better than to try and stop her.

Let alone keep up with her. Faith ran the whole seven blocks home. She didn't stop, not even for

a breath. When she got home she made sure her dad wasn't home and went up to her room,

locked the door and cried.

"I just want someone to love me," she cried. "Anyone."

* * * * *

When Harry got home later that night he began to look through all the pictures and letter that

were sent to him by girls saying how much they would love to be his girlfriend. He picked up one

of a picture of a girl with long blonde hair and green eyes. Which Harry was sure were just

contacts. He read the letter.

To Harry Potter:

Dear Harry, hello my name is Marigold Twit. I heard about Sirius, your godfather, and how he

died. I am really sorry. I can only begin to imagine all the pain your going though with no one to

love you. I just want you to know, I could be that person for you. Someone you can talk with and

not just make-out with. I love you for who you are and not that scar. . .

Harry tore the letter up. They all said the same thing. Then he tore the picture up. Anyone but the

girls at Hogwarts.

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