Authors notes: Hey guys this is my first story I started to write about 2 years ago.

This idea popped into my head one day and I decided to write it, before we start I warn you guys I am not a native English speaker so my English will not be perfect.

Reviews are gladly accepted, the first 13k words are written already so I will update daily till I have achieved that and I will decide to continue on with the story if I get enough reviews that tell me to.

I don't own Harry Potter only the character Helen and Arachne.

So enjoy…

In an alternate universe:

Chapter 1

Harry woke up on a stormy night suffering from the pain in his forehead; Harry was a 16 year old boy, pretty slim with glasses and always got bossed around by his uncle and aunt (the dursleys). He looked around in his room there were toys scattered all around him.

"Dirk with his annoying games he always barges into my room and scatters them anywhere": Harry thought angrily. He gazed over everything until his eyes stuck on a mirror on the wall opposite to him. Carefully as though not to stumble on the games he reached the mirror.

He sighed when he saw himself. "Sirius Black": He mumbled. Nothing happened and he thought back with pain in his hearth how his godfather disappeared from his life only 2 months ago. "Stupid mirror, Sirius said he would protect me and I could stay with him when I became 17."He shouted while bumping his fist against the mirror out of frustration, tears dwelling out of his eyes. "What is that brat yelling in the middle of the night does he want to wake the whole neighbourhood!" a low and irritated voice that came from the room next to Harry's. The boy hurried back to his bed breaking a few CD's of dirk in the process but to no avail. Vernon Dursley stood in the doorway like an ox looking at his prey with a ridiculous pyjama with purple and red stripes that pyjama could even barely contain his belly. "What was the shouting for son?" Vernon said angrily his face growing very red and spit flying through his teeth.

Harry just remained where he was. In his bed pretending to be asleep, because he feared the consequences of talking back. Don't get me wrong Harry wasn't afraid of his uncle but he didn't want to risk getting locked in the house again with no chance of seeing Ron and Hermione back in Hogwarts.

"Forget playing dumb, come on confess or ill be only forced to punish you harder." Vernon said with a hint of triumph hidden in his voice.

"I just had a tremendous pain in my scar again uncle." Harry lied.

"Why can't we just have a normal kid like Dirk, no food anymore for 3 days!"

Harry looked down and said." okay uncle Vernon."

"And don't let me hear you again!" He stormed out of the room back to his wife petunia.

Harry sighed and thought to himself." Again some days without food, well its better than a ban from Hogwarts I guess."

In his room Vernon Dursley started talking with his wife Petunia Evans.

"That annoying brat did it again, he said it was his scar again but I doubt it."

"Do you think it is connected to voldemort you know that man who caused the boy to come here." Petunia said in a whisper trying not to be heard.

"I don't know if that magician Boldimort has anything to do with Potter, but I thought we agreed to never talk anymore on this subject."

"You're right pumpkin let's go back to sleep". Petunia submitted.

Vernon mumbled a bit and Harry heard him starting to snore again.

Harry found himself thinking why someone in his family would consider the most dangerous wizard of all times as a joke or a mere magician.

He looked through the window at the stars and wished that he would be able to get back to Hogwarts soon.

He looked at his calendar where he started crossing out the days, tomorrow would be his birthday.

"Another month and tomorrow my birthday it will probably be forgotten by them." Harry sighed.

But then he sobered up because Dumbledore promised him a present on his birthday.

I guess i could sleep a little, after gazing off a bit in the distance through the window, he rested his head on his pillow, while it started raining a bit outside and you could see thunder in some place far away.

At that moment in a place somewhere far away in an old fortress.

"Peter!" A cruel voice going through flesh and bone yelled in a low hiss.

Peter Pettigrew came running from a hidden passageway of the dining room.

What do you want my lord? Peter asked in a submissive tone.

"I want everything to be in order to welcome my honourable guest."Voldemort said with an evil smile forming on his lips.

"Some cupcakes with orange juice, my lord?" Peter asked trying to be funny.

Voldemorts face got even paler than it already was and he drew his wand and pointed it straightforward at Pettigrew's body.

Pettigrew crumbled to the floor suffering from the pain. "Aah my lord I'm sorry Lucius used the imperius curse on me."

"Then it would be time you learned to resist against it." Voldemort remarked coldly.

"Bring me our best wine, the one from 1980 will do."

"The magically prepared one or the muggle one?"

Normally I hate everything that muggles made, but nothing tastes better than a self-made dish and drink so bring the muggle one."

"As you wish, my lord." Pettigrew said with a bow so deep he almost kissed the ground.

He disappeared moments later as quick as his little feet would carry him through the dirty hallway.

Voldemort started walking through the big living room of this old fortress, letting his hand slide across the furniture and in deep thoughts.

"It will be time for me to meet the most powerful witch all time who has just awoken from her slumber." thought voldemort

"Maybe I could use her to reign over the whole wizard world and not only limit myself to Europe."

Right at the moment when voldemorts eyes rested on a head with hollow eyes and a necklace that "Aah that will probably be her". Voldemort said while beaming at the hallway.

"Bellatrix!" A women in her late 30's blinked before voldemort dressed in a black cloak with middle-long filthy black hair.

"You called, my lord?" Bellatrix said with a tone that resembles as how muggles describe the voice of a witch.

"Yes, lift the protection magic for a few moments not as if she can't get past them but it just shows our hospitality, and then afterwards lead her to this place, the living room." Voldemort said with a tone that didn't allow any objections.

Bellatrix bowed and disappeared with a poof.

Voldemort turned around with his cape swishing in the process, and walked to a cabinet which is decorated with snakes by the sides.

On top of the cabinet was a mirror that shined with a purplish glow.

He slowly walked to the mirror, a very pale and long face looking like a snake looked back at him.

He looked in his yellow snakish eyes and thought back at the horcruxes he left across Europe.

Bellatrix came back into the room. "My lord i brought the lady you asked for shall I let her in."

"Didn't I say lead her here that means directly don't let her wait by the door, do you want to get punished?" He said in a low hiss.

"Of course, my lord." She went to the mahogany door and opened the doorknob that looked like a crawling snake.

"Here he is, miss." Bellatrix said in a mockingly tone.

A stunning beauty with long flowing blond hair came walking in with her heels clicking on the floor, her piercing blue eyes were inspecting the room and finally rested on voldemort.

"Ah you are probably Tom Marvolo Riddle, I heard a lot about you." She said with a smile.

Voldemort made a hissing noise out of frustration. "I am not going by that name anymore you probably must have heard about the name I am using already quite some time now."

"Oh yes I do." She said with that smiling face again. Voldemort started to get irritated by that constant smiling face and thought. "She can't be Arachne the most powerful witch in history."

Voldemort extended his hand towards the newly arrived witch wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

"Ohh you're really a stiff man are you." She came closer to Tom and kissed him on the cheek.

"I'm Arachne Veich, I came here because I heard you were being called the most powerful dark wizard at the moment and I wanted to have a talk and meet you." Arachne said.

Voldemort was really drawn back by her intimate behaviour but he didn't gave in an smiled evilly. "I really expected you to look a little different miss… Arachne you already lived more than 500 years, how did you survive all this time without being noticed and you look like one of the most stunning witches I met in a long time."

"Why thank you for the flattering, my lord that's how you're being called right? Did you really think this was my real body ? That my real body could have survived all this years?"Arachne said while she raised an eyebrow.

Voldemort exactly thought that and he thought she must have used something like horcruxes but he wisely kept his mouth shut.

"Well no of course not, miss..."Voldemort started to say.

"Ah yes you did and I must compliment you on your talent in occlumency I couldn't penetrate you at all but your face says everything."Arachne said giggling.

"And the fact that I still look like I am in my early twenties. I made a spell which allows me to switch bodies at will or takeover someone's body and that's what I was doing all this years, when the body reaches the age of thirty I mostly discard the body and takeover someone else's."

"That's quite an amazing talent you got there would you mind sharing the spell." Voldemort looked at Arachne but couldn't hide the hunger and the slight greenish glow in his eyes.

"No, dear voldemort I heard you are already using one of the other spells I created."Arachne said while she looked at the place behind her where a small man with mouse brown hair appeared with a bottle of cold wine.

"And it looks like your peasant arrived." She nodded her head to Peter Pettigrew.

"Ah yes where are my manners sit down, Arachne." Voldemort said in the meantime looking at Peter with murderous killing intent in his eyes telling him to hurry up and not let anything fall.

"Why thank you, you really are a gentleman Tom." At that moment Arachne giggled and looked seductively at Peter.

Peter blushed, looked down and walked away.

"You got funny subordinates my lord, but now to the point I didn't only come for a chat I heard you were targeting a boy called Harry Potter who caused your defeat several years ago and the famous Albus Dumbledore."Arachne said as a matter of fact.

Yes, I am trying to kill that potter for 2 years now since I revived but due to his luck he always survived, but Potter had a lot of luck by his birth I was naïve his mother gave her life away to protect Potter that is ancient magic."Voldemort said, barely able to contain his anger.

"Ah yes the ancient protection magic using the recipe of love, of course you didn't understand, but I am also after someone, I made a very big mistake in the years when Hogwarts was built and now I got to kill the remnant of it, that girl got an amazing gift it is even more rare than parseltongue."Arachne said starting to become a little nervous for the first time.

"And who is this girl and what is her talent?" He said starting to get curious.

"Her name is Helen and I can't say her talent yet it appears different with every person, but she can become even more powerful than me and you if we don't be cautious".

"And what do I have to do with this Helen person." Voldemort said sipping from the wine.

She is going to move from her country and is going to attend Hogwarts where she will be in the protection of Albus Dumbledore; Albus is her guardian you know. She said drinking her wineglass empty in a gulp.

"But I got a plan to bring down both Harry and Helen together with a laugh and all that under the eye of Dumbledore." Arachne said smiling again.

"I'm listening."Voldemort said interested.

"Well listen up Hun..."