Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, though I do own Helo and her family…
A/N: I hope you enjoy this story because I love it very much:)
The departure of Helo's underworld
Helo Blackknight, a young witch aged sixteen, woke up covered in cold sweat from yet another nightmare. The darkness outside her window and the heavy wooden grandfather clock standing by the door showed her that it was still far from daybreak.
She sighed and wiped the drops of sweat off her forehead. These dreams were getting a hold of her; digging deep into her soul and causing her pain. As if Lord Voldemort himself had touched her with his poisoned fingers, grabbed all her insides and squeezed hard as a punishment for disobeying him in secret.
She looked at her sleeping roommates who were lying peacefully in bed, possessed by their precious dark dreams that they loved so much.
Five years she had spent in this hell, pretending to be someone she was not; pretending to be the daughter that her parents always wanted; pretending to worship someone who disserved the cruelest death…
Five years in Durmstrang had drained her of her last drop of blood and yet she came back, afraid of what might happen if she objected.
Helo was the youngest child of two highly respected Death Eaters (among the community, of course…) and had the "greatest luck" to be sent at the age of eleven not to Hogwarts, where all her family was educated, but to Durmastang, the school for Witchcraft and Wizardry best known for the large number of dark wizards graduating from it . All was for only one purpose, of course, and that was to be Voldemort's devoted slave.
And well, if to be blunt, being a Death Eater and a servant to a certain madman was not actually in her plans for the future, with all due the respect to the tempting offer, of course…
Helo stood up and walked carefully and quietly to the window, trying not to make any sudden movements so that none of her sleeping roommates will awake and start asking stupid questions that might lead her to a disaster. The moon was full, the land was dark, but still she could see the guarding figures of foul hounds at the feet of the castle, listening intensely to the night and its sounds.
Sighing once more, she dropped into a chair that stood near by the window and waited for a single string of crimson to appear in the heavens.
It wasn't going to be easy; to try and escape from the school, but she knew, she just knew that if she stayed there for yet another bloody week she would go mad and hang herself, using her velvet black tie as the key to freedom – her freedom…
'You are not being realistic!' Her inner, rational voice argued with her 'killing yourself won't make it better! On the contrary, it will only make things worse!'
Helo hated to agree with that useless voice, but this time it appeared that the little brat had a point, and a good one, if to add.
She knew that her proud but idiotic excuse for parents would be grief struck and heartbroken and that the peaceful magical world, whose people would be probably suspected as murderers (each and every one of them…), would be suffering really badly from her meaningless suicide.
Helo jumped up, startled, as Diarina rolled onto her other side. For a moment or two, Helo looked at her; not daring to lay an eye on anything else until she was absolutely sure that the plump blonde was indeed asleep.
She turned to the window once more and some desperate thoughts arose in her mind.
She figured out that if she'd run away now, this very instant, they would realize it only in about five hours and by that time she would be already passing Edinburgh on her way to her Aunt's house in Hogsmeade.
All was perfect, simply perfect, but with only one tiny split of a problem…
Her aunt, Brunhilda Lasgolin Knight, aged 24, a cauldron maker and an owner of a store in Diagon Alley, who just happened to be Helo's last salvation, was sure that she, just as her parents, was a successful and a brilliant Death Eater (or actually a future successful and brilliant Death Eater) and wanted nothing to do with her, just as with them.
'Great, bloody perfect indeed!' she cursed her goddamned luck 'what exactly shall I do?!'
All of this was living Hell. She could not endure it any longer; she had to leave this horrible place, its horrible teachers and its horrible students.
She knew she had too, but it was not going to be an easy task…
Helo, who had abandoned the window for the cushions and the soft pillows, sat down on her bed and blinked. She was beginning to think that her problem was unsolvable and that she was doomed to stay in her creepy school and become a Death Eater.
She breathed deep as tears crept into her eyes and frustration laid a siege upon her heart.
But soon enough Helo realized that she was giving up on hope too soon, and that is nothing is buried until you are really sure it's dead!
She knew what she had to do! She would leave everything behind. Make it look like kidnap or something, yes! She would hide somewhere after dinner, bewitch an old broom from the janitor's cupboard and fly to her aunt's house when nobody notices. yes, that's right! That is what she'd do…
And as Sleep took her by the hand to its magical realm, Helo's plan was peacefully slumbering inside her mind waiting for the next night when it would be carried out.
It was the last lesson of the day and Helo was glancing anxiously outside the window.
Soon, very soon, she would be out of here, leaving all this behind her…
Ah…the sweet anticipation…
The subject of the lesson (dark arts, if you've wondered…) was Unforgivable Curses, and Helo wasn't really listening or paying attention to the teacher who just happened to be one of her parent's greatest friends, Titus Gorminov.
As the bell rang and Helo prepared to leave the classroom he got up from his seat behind the huge wooden carved table and placed a hand upon her shoulder.
"Helorin, please stay, I need to talk to you"
She swallowed hard and followed him trying to use her most calm and casual voice.
"Y-yes Professor, what is it?"
Gorminov leaned on his table and looked at her, turning his wand in his hands.
"You weren't so attentive today at class, Helorin." he said quietly.
"Well, sir, I have a lot on my mind…I am worried about exams, homework, you know… school stuff…" she lied shamelessly looking back at her teacher.
Gorminov gave a little self-mastered laugh and smiled widely at her.
"My, my, Helorin, it is only the beginning of the year, and you are worried already! Well at least I can be sure that all is well with you and nothing changed…you are free to go Miss Blackknight, oh and just one thing-" he said and drew nearer to her "-there is a meeting at the old saint Morinur cemetery this weekend, if you wish to come…we will be delighted to have you at our place for a few days …"
Helorin forced a gleeful smile.
"Oh sir! It will be great! I will defiantly come! I will just send an owl to mother-" but Gorminov dismissed that thought with a wave of his wand.
"There is no need, she already knows of the meeting, and will be very proud to see you there, maybe at last we could get you to join…"
But it was Helo's turn to dismiss that thought as she shook her head and smiled shyly.
"Oh no Professor, I already told you…only at my coming of age…it would be my greatest honor…" she thought of faking tears of happiness as well, and not just smiles and enthusiasm but decided that the excitement she was showing at that very instant was quite enough.
"Well, alright, alright. As you wish…you may go now Helorin"
Helo left the classroom and rolled her eyes. Spending three days with the Germinovs, her parents and very likely the Malfoys too? No way! Not even if she got paid for that!
As she went down the stairs into the dungeons where dinner was served (nice dinning room, now isn't it?) she heard the unmistakable voice of Nedini calling after her.
"Helo! Helo! Hey, wait up!" she cried. Helo turned around and waited for the other girl to reach her.
"Can, can I b- borrow your Un-unforgivable Curses a-assignment?" asked the panting dark haired witch.
"Yes, sure, it is on my desk in the dormitory"
"Thanks, I owe ya!" she cried running back to the place she had come from.
"Don't mention it…" breathed Helo as she opened the door to the "dinning chamber"
Dinner was over and Helo was sitting in a cupboard holding a bewitched broom and a wand in her shaky hands. It was already after curfew and the entire castle was quiet. Another hour or two had passed before Helo had dared to leave her hiding place and make for the Owlery. When she did eventually get there she opened the window, cast a spell that made a little gap in the protective spells around the castle and climbed on the broom.
"Well, I'd call this first chapter of my new life "The departure of Helo's Underworld"…yeah…it sounds quite well"
And with these final words she kicked off from the floor, and ducked as she flew out of the window to her newborn freedom…
