Hello my name is Elizabeth, this is my second fanfic but my first Harry Potter fanfic. Enjoy.

Miranda kissed her daughter on her forehead. "Now Helen be good and take advantage. Not many from here can say they've been to another country and especially not to just study." said the breath taking woman. She put a strand of her long raven black behind her ear.

Helen sighed playing with the hem of her newly sown robe, it was her school uniform. "I know, I know." She said, clutching her bag.

"Be careful with boys." said her father, Daniel, coming out of the kitchen. Helen simply rolled her eyes.

"I know." She said, pursing her lips.

"They won't all be as good looking as me." called William, Helen's brother, from the kitchen.

"That's probably because there aren't that many male veelas." mumbled Miranda, cleaning her hands on her hand sown apron she was wearing.

"I wouldn't know what a good looking guy really is seeing as I'm not allowed to go out of the house." Helen said, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

"For good reason." grumbled Daniel.

"That's not true. We let you go out to the neighborhood." said Miranda firmly.

"But that's it." said Helen, looking at her mother pointedly. Miranda sighed.

"How many times must we go over this? This town is full of wizards; they're not used to our kind. They can't handle being around us that much. But our neighborhood knows about us and understands about our situation." said Miranda.

"I'm tired of seeing them. They're all nosy and they constantly whistle at me when I'm not with Will." She said glaring. "Ugh, why do we even live in this town? Why do I have to go to some witchcraft school? Why does Will not have to go too? Can't I simply go to a veela school or something or have grandma teach me how to use my powers?" Helen asked, hands on her hips, giving her mother a pointed look.

"You have a right to learn how to use your powers of being a witch." said Daniel. "Now go or you won't make it on the train."

Helen looked away. She wanted to leave her neighborhood; she wanted to leave the dump of her home. She never thought she would get the opportunity of leaving the country, especially for such an affluent country such as England. A smile spread on her lips.

"Please be careful and try not to get mad." said Miranda. Helen looked up, her violet eyes wide.

"What?" She asked her.

"I said, try not to get mad. You have to keep your emotions in check because-"

"I know." said Helen coldly, the smile disappearing. She twirled a strand of her waist length dark raven hair. She sighed. "I guess I should start leaving now."

"I already sowed all of your robes you're going to need." said Miranda smiling at her daughter.

"Thanks." Helen mumbled.

"Go say goodbye to your sister." said Daniel going back to the kitchen. Helen's eyes immediately brightened. She nodded quickly, putting down her bag, and then swiftly went to her and Juliet's room. There a small blonde haired seven year old lay on a twin sized bed with a quilted blanket on top. Helen's eyes stared at Juliet; her pale face looked paler than it should be. However, it wasn't a rare occurrence.

Helen sat down on the bed next to her little sister. She kissed her on the cheek. The little girl's eyes fluttered open, as if having just been woken up from a long sleep.

"Hey there, Jules." Helen said softly looking at her sister's identical violet eyes. Juliet gave her a small smile.

"Are you leaving now?" Juliet asked quietly. Helen nodded stiffly.

"Yes, but don't worry, I'll be back soon." She said, giving her a forced smile.

"Why couldn't you just go to Wagner like Will?" Juliet asked. Helen looked away.

"I don't know, mom says it's better if I were to go to Hogwarts but I don't know what the big difference is." Helen said, voicing her thoughts out loud, questioning her parents' random decision.

"Well when I turn 11 I'm also going to go to Hogwarts with you then." Juliet said, nodding her head. She cringed slightly making Helen get up and ask what was wrong.

"It's fine, my head just hurts when I move it." She explained. Helen looked at her sister solemnly.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get better, just watch." Helen said forcing a smile. She looked down at the floor and images of her sister the past two years flashed through her head. She hadn't been able to leave her bed, let alone the house in those two years and she always looked pale and complained about some part of her body hurting.

Helen clenched her jaw, they couldn't afford to go to the doctor to get her sister checked on as frequently as she got ill so most of the time no one had any idea what was wrong with her.

They said their goodbyes and then Helen left her room. Even though it was small there was hardly anything there, the two twin sized beds covered most of the floor space; other than some small trinkets and a small amount of wardrobe, all sown by her mother. Miranda was the neighborhood tailor so everyone who lived there went to her.

Helen closed the door and in the hallway a tear fell down her cheek. She inhaled slowly and then wiped away the tear, composing her face.

She walked back to their living room and put on her bag and grabbed her trunk. "I'm ready to go." She called out, getting her parents attentions who were talking amongst themselves.

Her mother rushed over and hugged her. Helen stiffened for a second but then let herself be hugged. Her father then went up to her, pushing up his glasses away from the brim of his nose. He hugged her as well and she hugged him back, he pulled away and his grey eyes stared at her violet ones.

"Now remember this above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man." He said slowly, his eyes bright just like they always are whenever he talks about history. She tried to repeat that phrase over perfectly.

"And where is that quote from?" She asked, a small smile playing on her lips.

"It's from one of William Shakespeare's plays." He said, grinning widely.

"What did I do now?" Will asked going over to the living room, a bored look on his face. Helen rolled her eyes at him.

"He's quoting the literary genius you were named after, not you." Helen said narrowing her eyes at her older brother who simply shrugged his shoulders.

"I know how much you actually appreciate history, especially muggle history." Daniel said smiling down at his daughter. Daniel was a history teacher, with a concentration in muggle history and he loved telling his family about muggle events, books, people and his favorite quotes. Of which no one truly listened to other than Helen, ever since she was younger.

"I'll make sure to think it over." She said. He handed her a piece of parchment with words scribbled in ink.

"I knew you would so I wrote it down for you to contemplate over." He said.

"I'll try my best." She replied, putting the parchment in one of her robe pockets. He smiled down at her and ruffled her hair. Helen then went over to Will. He was a couple of inches taller than her and had dirty blonde hair and grey eyes just like her father. Everyone in the neighborhood always told both of them how much they looked like the exact replicas of their parents, just younger. They were all a very good looking family, stunning actually, due to their mother being a full veela but even their father was fairly good looking for being a full fleshed wizard.

"Be good." Helen told Will, giving him a pointed look. He simply cocked a brow back at her.

"I'm the older brother and you're the one starting a new school. Shouldn't I be the one telling you that?" He replied coyly.

"No, you're only a year older and I'm a lot more mature and responsible than you in a landslide." She responded flashing him a smile. He rolled his eyes at her.

"If you say so." She clenched the trunk handle and grabbed her father's old owl, Athena. She gave her family a small smile before she grabbed the portkey and vanished.

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