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Chapter One : A Great Lion
Helen Dorea Potter was a year younger than her older brother, James Charlus Potter. Fifteen years old and Fifth year Slytherin Prefect along with her year mate Regulus Black. She had everything she could ever want, but she didn't feel like she fit in, like she belonged. She never has. She was the heart throb of the school, even though she was a Slytherin, She got her chocolate brown eyes from her father, Charlus Potter, and her pitch black hair, and facial features, even her petite form, from her mother, Dorea Potter, formerly Black.
She had a good life. She just wasn't happy. She knew she should be, but she wasn't, almost as if something was missing from her life. Maybe even multiple things.
It was Christmas when it happened. Her life changed forever.
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"Helen!" James yelled. "'Ellen! Len!"
Helen ran down the stairs, stopping half way and leaning over the banister. "What. James?" She asked irritably. "And what'd I tell you about calling me 'Len?'"
"Moony and Wormtail are here!" James exclaimed. Remus buried his face in his hands.
"That's what you called me down here for? To tell me that your friends are here?" She asked.
James pouted at her, giving her puppy dog eyes.
Helen rolled her eyes. "You would think I was the oldest." She muttered as she came the rest of the way down the stairs.
She smiled at Remus, before pulling him into a hug not unlike the bear hugs Dorea gave out. She pulled back and looked at Peter, her smile faltered slightly as she pulled Peter into a hug. After she pulled back, she went and sat on the arm of the couch.
She was friends with Regulus, she knew Peter was a death eater. The only reason she was friends with Regulus is because he didn't want to become a deatheater. After Sirius had run away that summer he had been disowned. So, Walburga, who had been the one to disown Sirius, had made Regulus become a deatheater, as Sirius wouldn't. It was her and Severus, not Sirius, who had helped Regulus to the hospital wing the first day of her fifth year, as his mother had used the torture curse on him after he got the mark. Walburga had been pissed by Regulus' reluctance to get the mark, as it had appearently shown when he was in the deatheater meeting. She was scared that dark mark he had been unwilling to get, would lead to his death, wether it be from him trying to destory Voldemort, or trying to get rid of the mark. She knew he had tried to get rid of the mark before, by cutting it off. Walking into the boy's Quidditch locker, and, yes she did know she wasn't meant to be in there, to find your best friend bleeding out isn't a fun sight. That was when she learned that Sirius didn't give a crap about his brother, blaming him, instead of his parents, for how they were treated.
"James, can I talk to you in the kitchen?" She asked, standing up. "Just. You."
"Uh, sure?" James said, uncertainly, as he followed her into the kitchen.
She turned to him once they were in the kitchen, "Peter's a Deatheater." She wasn't going to sugar coat it.
"Are you serious? Peter? A Deatheater?" James asked, smirking.
"James! I wouldn't joke about something like this!" She exclaimed.
"You told you this?" James asked.
"Regulus." Helen said, hesitating slightly.
"See? He was probably lying to you." James said, matter of factily.
"He wasn't lying." She stated.
"How would you know that?" James asked in disbelief.
"I just do." Helen told him. She wasn't going to tell him that a person's magical aura darkened when they lied, James didn't even know she could see auras. The only ones who knew, other than herself, was their parents. What was disturbing was that Peter's aura was constantly darkening, then lightening, just to darken again moments later. That was the first and only warning that someone was planning on betraying someone they were supposed to be close to. That, and the dark mark changed one's aura to wrap around them like a dark green snake, instead of the normal burst of light. The brighter the light the more powerful the wizard, or witch. If they get to the brightest possible, it will turn either, bronze, silver, or gold. Bronze, of course being the lowest of the high, and gold being the highest. For example, Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard alive was in the silver category, bordering on gold, Tom Riddle, or as most know him as, Voldemort, is in the middle of the silver category, Minerva Mcgonagall, is in the bronze, bordering on silver, Pomona Sprout just barely reached bronze, but she had achieved it. Morgana, when she was alive, had been silver, bordering on gold, Gaius had been a light blue, if he had continued practicing, he would have been a bright blue, The Founders of Hogwarts had each been Gold, Merlin had been the brightest gold ever seen, bordering on pure snow white. White's the absolute highest, one can achieve, white's the color of lady magic herself. Poly juice potion shows what color a person's magical aura is. The brighter the aura, the purer the soul.
"But How?" James asked.
"Is that really important?" Helen snapped.
"Yes, Peter wouldn't betray us like that!" James exclaimed.
"You really believe that?" Helen asked in disbelief.
"Yes, I do. We all swore our loyalty to each other." He answered.
"Was it magically binding?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, no."
"Then, you can't be completely sure of that." She answered.
"We asked him already, because he kept disappearing, he said he wasn't a Deatheater." James answered confidently.
"You're going to believe someone you've known for five and a half years, over some one you've known for fifteen? Your own sister?" She asked, her tear filled brown eyes locked with his hazel eyes.
"Yeah, I guess so." He then turned and went back to the living area.
Helen sat herself down on a kitchen chair, blinking tears away.
"Are you absolutely positive?" Helen jumped slightly, as she heard her mother's voice from behind her. "That he's a Death Eater?"
Helen turned around to see both her mother and father, she nodded. "Trust me, I know that Regulus was telling the truth. That, and Peter's magical aura is wrapped around his body, instead of being a burst of light." She told them.
"We'll keep an eye on him. Okay?" Her father, Charlus asked. Helen nodded.
"Now, would you like to help me cook Christmas dinner?" Dorea asked, knowing her daughter loved to cook, especially dinners for special occasions.
Helen shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I'm not feeling up to it tonight." She said, as she stood up.
"Are you feeling okay? Are you coming down with something?" Dorea asked, putting her hand on her daughter's forehead, checking for fever.
"No, mother. I'm fine." Helen reassured her. "I'll be in the library." She told them, as she walked out of the kitchen.
Dorea and Charlus looked at each other. "We need to talk to James." Charlus told his wife.
Dorea nodded, agreeing completely. "He needs to apologize, for how he spoke to her, if nothing else."
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Helen reached the library, just as another dizzy spell hit her. She sat down in the nearest chair. Her eyes snapped open, as she heard the roar of a lion. The last thing she saw before passing out, was a Great Lion looking at her sadly. The same Lion she had been seeing off and on all day. The same Lion that told her to tell her brother about Peter. And now, He was looking at her sadly, in her own library.
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James grumbled as he entered the library, where his parents had said his sister would be. "Hey, Helen, look, I'm-" James froze looking around the library in confusion. "Helen? 'Ellen? Len? Lenny?" No answer. He checked her bedroom, her bathroom, he checked the whole house, before going back to the living area, where his parents were.
"Did you speak with her?" Charlus asked sternly. James shook his head.
"James! Why not?" His mother asked, exasperatedly.
"I can't find her!" James exclaimed, panicking. "I've looked every where! She's not in the house! She's not even outside, at her favorite reading place!"
His parents were immediately on their feet. They, themselves searched the house, before fire calling the headmaster. If something did happen to their daughter, The Order of the Phoenix should probably be warned.
