Helena hated the Knight Bus it was such a ridiculous method of transportation. She had heard about it from McGonagall but experiencing it first hand made. Like hell she was going on this again. She kept her eyes closed and concentrated on her upcoming first day. She hoped it would be different compared to her experience in Gotham perhaps it would be like her experience in Paris and the lovely years she spent with her mom where no one stared at her just because of whose daughter she was.

"You'll be safe once you're in the grounds," said Tonks eyeing the road carefully. "Have a good term, okay?"

"Look after yourselves," said Lupin addressing them each in turn pausing at Hermione, "if you could show Helena to Professor McGonagall's office," and Harry, "I know you don't like Snape but he is a superb Occlumens and we all Sirius included want you to learn to protect yourself, so work hard, all right?"

"Yeah, all right. See you," said Harry following the rest as they made their way up the slippery drive towards the castle.

Helena marveled at the castle she was now to consider home. It was truly something and she had seen many magnificent sights in her lifetime. Hermione was giving her a quick overview of Hogwarts and its houses and before she had time to process the entrance hall, the great hall, and the grand staircase they had made it to McGonagall's office.

"Good luck, I hope we're in the same house but if not we can still get together."

"Thanks, Hermione," said Helena bracing herself before knocking on the door.

"Come in," came the stern voice of Professor McGonagall. Helena entered the office. "Ah yes, Miss Wayne, please take a seat and I shall get you sorted into your house. Your house will be something like a family during your time at Hogwarts. You will have your classes with your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room."

"Got it, Hermione explained most of it already," said Helena.

Professor McGonagall gave a tight smile remarking, "Of course she did," before getting up. She reached behind her desk for a very worn, frayed hat which she then placed on Helena's head.

Helena was slightly surprised to hear a sudden voice in her head, "Well what have we here? You are the supposed transfer student are you not?" asked the hat.

Helena strengthened her mental shields. "Powerful mental shields but the magic in me allows me to bypass them. Rest assured everything is confidential. This is only for the sorting."

The hat paused to see if Helena had any thoughts on the matter only to find none.

"A difficult mind, vast experiences. Seeking knowledge to better yourself. Consistent hard work to perfection. Loyal to family and friends. Brave and courageous actions but executed with planning. You would do well anywhere but where to place you for maximum potential?"

"Anywhere is fine," Helena thought back to the hat.

"Hmm, a leader or field commander as you say at such a young age distinguished by your skill. It shall be... SLYTHERIN."

"Very well Miss Wayne if you would follow me," said Professor McGonagall as she led her out of the office. As soon as Helena exited the door clicked shut with the subtle movement of Professor McGonagall's wand.

Professor McGonagall swept down the halls. Helena was glad she didn't feel the need to explain anything and was quite content with the silence choosing to observe her new home. She liked the many crevices, tapestries, suits of armor. The sheer size of the castle would definitely hide any of her activities provided there wasn't any magical way to detect her. Another thing to add to her growing list. She followed Professor McGonagall past the entrance hall to down a narrow passageway staircase. She knocked on a door halfway down the passageway right before entering. Helena noticed Professor Snape looking up from his desk.

"Miss Wayne has been sorted into Slytherin House," she told Snape and then addressing Helena. "I believe you have met Professor Snape before. He will take over from here. Also, I will expect you in my office after all your classes are complete tomorrow." Introductions and instructions complete McGonagall left the office.

Helena stayed quiet as she watched Professor Snape scrutinize her.

"I am the head of Slytherin House. It is my responsibility to deal will any issues you may have and dispense any punishments due to rule breaking," Snape began speaking softly.

"You will attend classes with other Slytherin students in your year. I will have a prefect help you in your first week."

"Thank you but I will manage," interrupted Helena.

"Very well however from now on you are to refer to me and the other professors either as Professor or sir and the Forbidden Forest in the grounds is out of bounds to students."

"Professor McGonagall in addition to her obligations will be overseeing your instruction to the current level. The headmaster has asked me to assist her with your education," Snape paused to retrieve a parchment and hand it to her.

"This is your class schedule. When Professor McGonagall and I work out our personal schedules we will each inform you of your special instruction. Do you have any questions?"

"No sir."

"Follow me."

He led her down a couple passages past rooms that resembled dungeons no, not resembled dungeons they were dungeons before stopping at a stretch of bare, damp stone wall opposite the painting of a shipwreck.

"This is the entrance to the Slytherin common room. It can be accessed by a password which changes every fortnight which you may check on the noticeboard inside. I advise you not to bring students from other houses into the common room or reveal the password."

Helena nodded.

"Hemlock."

Helena watched as a door appeared in the stone wall. She followed Snape into an underground room with stately furniture with a nice view of a lake and the fish swimming in it. She might just adjust this place there were similarities to home, the cave, and the manor.

"At the moment the majority of the students are on the school train due to arrive this evening. Your dormitory is to the left labeled Fifth Years," Snape paused as he noticed a figure leaving the dormitory.

"Miss Davis, this is Miss Wayne a transfer student from the Americas. She is in your year. Show her to your dormitory."

"Of course, professor," said Tracey Davis.

"Any questions, Miss Wayne?'

"No, sir"

"Very well," said Professor Snape as he departed.

"Hi, I'm Tracey Davis."

"Helena Wayne."

"C'mon I'll show you our dorm. Every year shares a dorm first, second, third and so on. So it's pretty easy to find ours. There's a plaque on the door. There's five of us right now. Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, she's a prefect, Millicent Bulstrode, and Sophie Roper."

Taking a quick look around Tracey pointed at a bed in the opposite corner. "The house elves have your bed ready. That one's yours."

"Thanks," said Helena.

"No problem. Would you like to explore the castle? I can show you the library, medical wing, important classrooms and the grounds," enthused Tracey.

Helena was going to refuse. She preferred to do all her explorations on her own but she remembered what Dick had wanted for her.

"I'd love to."

"Great whenever you're settled come find me in the common room."

"We can go now. I'm already settled."

"Where's your truck though?"

"Too much of a hassle I have this instead." Helena showed Tracey her small leather bag strapped across her shoulder.

"All your stuff is in there?" asked Tracey.

"Yeah, undetectable extension charm. Comes in handy."

"I bet it does," said Tracey. This new transfer student was completely something else.

Helena was glad to have met Tracey. She was a completely lovable girl full of life and happiness. It would be great to be friends with her. It was a new experience not being Helena Wayne, the daughter of Bruce Wayne. Here she was just Helena Wayne and she loved it.

"So what made you move to the British Isles?" asked Tracey.

"Well, my brother and I wanted a change after our grandfather died. He left us a property in London so we decided to move."

"A change? Moving countries for a change?" asked Tracey perplexed.

"Yeah, why?"

"Nothing seems a bit extreme but to each their own."

Tracey had shown her all of the important places inside Hogwarts and they were now walking along the lake

"This is the same lake we can see from the common room right?"

"Yeah the Black Lake. Sometimes we see the giant squid but mostly it stays at the surface."

"Giant squid?"

"Yeah it's very friendly but there are many things in the lake like a colony of merpeople."

Helena wasn't surprised at all there were bound to be interesting things when she came to school. After all, she had seen her her father's best friend, Zatanna in action.

"It's getting late we should head in the train should be here already and dinner will start soon," said Tracey leading Helena to the Great Hall.


In the Great Hall, Helena listened to Tracey intently as she described the professors and their classes pointing them out at the high table.

"That's Professor Umbridge," she said pointing to a short, squat woman. "She teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts but she's the worst Defense professor we've had yet."

"What do you mean? Wouldn't a core class have a consistent teacher?"

"Yeah, when we're talking about all the other classes but no one lasts longer than a year in the Defense position. Some say it's cursed."

Helena raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not taking the mickey out of you because you're new. Professor Dumbledore, he's the headmaster has been looking for Defense professors every year for decades."

"Why did he hire her then?"

Tracey shook her head. "He didn't. The Ministry appointed her and she's been passing ridiculous educational decrees making life miserable."

"That's not the worst though. This is OWL year and we've had no practical experience for anything we will be tested on for defense. How about you? Have any practical experience in Defense?"

"At OWL level no," said Helena thinking quickly, "I'm actually having to do supplemental instruction since I missed most of this year."

"You haven't been to school at all this year?" Tracey asked shocked.

"Nope, I've been busy with moving and all."

"I don't envy the rest of the year for you," said Tracey astonished, "and I thought we had it bad with a lame teacher."

Helena smiled at Tracey's exuberance which wilted when a blonde haired boy sat down across from them with two others standing and sulking behind him.

"Davis, introduce me to your friend," he demanded.

Tracey sighed. "Helena, this is Draco Malfoy. Malfoy, this is Helena Wayne."

"Wayne? I've never heard of a pureblood family with that name," he said thoughtfully.

"She's a transfer from the Americas," Tracey clarified.

"I only asked for an introduction Davis," sneered Malfoy.

"You're from the Americas? That explains why I haven't seen you before. I'm sure you've heard of my family name before. We are quite influential and powerful in Britain after all," he said pompously.

Great another pretentious high society snob thought Helena. "Never heard of your family. Now if you'll excuse me I was busy with Tracey."

Draco's mouth dropped open. He had never been dismissed so easily. She didn't even engage him in conversation as befitting someone of his status.

"I am a Malfoy," he said rising in anger, "you would do well to remember that Wayne."

Helena glanced at him before gesturing him away. He stood for a moment face red before stomping away with the two other boys following him. She would find out who he was later but it didn't remotely matter anyway. Many had threatened her before and they were powerful people or gods or entities. A mere school boy didn't even register in importance. She turned back to Tracey to finding her gleefully looking at her.

"That was beautiful. No one in Slytherin stands up to him because of his family," she said in a low voice to prevent being overheard.

"That's right especially in light of recent events," cut in a new voice. "I'm Daphne Greengrass."

"Helena Wayne," said Helena.

"She's in our year."

Daphne's eyebrows rose in surprise. "That's quite a risk you took there with Malfoy."

Helena smiled, "Schoolyard disputes don't matter to me."

"It's not limited to school. You should know his father is an advisor to the Minister of Magic," said Daphne. "Making the Malfoy family an enemy is unwise. His family is quite influential in the Ministry and within... other circles."

"That's the second time you've alluded to something."

Daphne was surprised most of her year didn't understand the subtle clues in her conversations or when they did didn't call her out on it. After all, it was the Slytherin way to be cunning with words and actions. This girl didn't seem to care at all about subtleties or making someone influential an enemy.

"Yes well there are rumors—,"

"Rumors of a Dark Lord?" interjected Helena mindful not to mention the name after Sirius's explanation.

Daphne's eyes widened. She glanced at Tracey to confirm a suspicion. Tracey's eyes were wide also with her mouth slightly open in surprise which meant Tracey hadn't told her anything.

"Er, yes actually. There's no definite evidence of that though."

"Well don't worry about me. I'll be fine," Helena said with a smile returning to her dinner.

Daphne and Tracey exchanged a glance coming to an agreement to look after their new classmate, especially inside Slytherin House.

"What electives are you taking?" asked Daphne.

"Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures."

"That's great! We'll both be in all your classes. Daphne is one of the best at Ancient Runes and I love magical creatures." said Tracey with a broad smile.

Daphne glanced at Tracey inquisitively at her last statement. She would ask her later.

Later that evening, Helena lay in bed wide awake. All her roommates were nice girls. Tracey and Daphne seemed to be best friends. Millicent and Sophie tended to keep to themselves. Pansy was very similar to the Malfoy boy she met earlier asking if she was a pureblood whatever that was supposed to be but she wasn't as pretentious as the boy but did fawn over him like a vapid socialite. Somehow those two were also prefects.

She didn't meet any of the boys her year choosing to retreat to the dorms. Tracey chose to describe them for her benefit which was endearing but unnecessary. She wished she could talk to Dick but remembered Hermione's warning of using electronics in highly magical places. She would need to look into a magical solution for instant communication.

Sleep took forever to come. She felt very exposed in the dorm. It wasn't secure. Another thing to add to her massive list securing her bed. Magic was such a pain. Eventually, she lapsed into a meditative rest there were classes to attend.


Hog's Head Private Room.

"Good evening Nymphadora." said Dumbledore.

"Evening." Tonks greeted before launching into her report on Helena's brother.

"They are quite resourceful. Establishing a place of residence in Central London no less and a company specializing in muggle technology," said Dumbledore. "But these are typical muggle jobs and ambitions. It still does not explain the costumes, the masks and high concern for identity protection. Keep watching him Nymphadora there's something we are missing."

"It's incredibly hard too. He doesn't lose me often but when he does I think those are the times he's doing something secretive and important. Mad-Eye wants to take a shot at surveillance."

"Absolutely not especially at this stage. From what you mentioned in an earlier report he had already begun to suspect someone following him despite your unique skills I'm afraid Alastor would stand out considerably more. If that is all I look forward to your next report," concluded Dumbledore before leaving for Hogwarts.


Helena became fully alert early in the morning. She reached for her leather bag stuffed in the space between her mattress and headboard before heading to the bathroom. After making herself presentable, she slowly walked into the common room stopping at the threshold to watch diminutive creatures cleaning and straightening the furniture. After observing them for awhile she walked in.

All movement stopped when Helena walked into the common room some of the creatures let out yelps and two popped away. The one closest to her was looking up with wide eyes trembling slightly.

"Hello," said Helena kindly, "who might you be?"

"Kinky, miss. Kinky the house elf," the creature squeaked.

"And what exactly is a house elf?"

"We be cleaning the castle and working the kitchens, miss."

"Could you take me to the kitchens? I'd like an early breakfast."

"Right away miss," said the elf leading the way. They went back up to the entrance hall past the Great Hall toward a broad corridor brightly lit with paintings of food lining the sides. Eventually, the elf stopped at a painting of a large fruit bowl.

"Miss only need be tickling the pear when miss be wanting to enter," said the elf tickling the aforementioned pear. It gave a giggle before turning into a green handle. The elf pulled her in placing her in a chair at a side table before scurrying off.

Helena glanced around at to what was the basically the Great Hall toned down to the basics. There were tons of elves scurrying all over the place.

Kinky came back with a tray laden with a full English breakfast placing it before Helena.

"Thank you, Kinky."

Helena ate her breakfast in thought sorting out her mental list and agonizing over the day. She had Herbology, Double Potions, and Ancient Runes. Hopefully, Herbology was like botany and Potions was like chemistry. She had vast experiences in those fields.

Finishing her breakfast she asked Kinky for some coffee.

"Coffee miss? Is miss tired?"

"A little didn't sleep well last night."

"Kinky will take miss to hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey give miss potion. Miss no longer be tired."

"Coffee will be fine. I don't want to go to the hospital wing."

"Miss is tired. Miss needs potion. Miss must come," insisted Kinky.

"No potions Kinky, only coffee."

"Pepperup potion much better than coffee," said the elf before looking at her concerned, "Is miss worried to go to hospital wing?"

"Yeah I don't want to draw attention."

"Kinky will get potion for miss. Kinky can only this time, miss. Madam Pomfrey only give potion after seeing students. Madam Pomfrey is healer. Very kind to students. Miss need not worry about anything with Madam Pomfrey," she said before popping away.

Helena sat there for a couple minutes before Kinky came back with a parchment and potion in hand.

"Your potion miss. Madam Pomfrey send message too after Kinky explain about miss."

"Thank you Kinky," said Helena reaching for the parchment tied in ribbon.

Dear student,

The house elf explained your concerns. Feel free to see me for any matter be it small or big. I am not obligated to mention anything unless it is a severe attack by another student. Your health is my utmost priority.

Poppy Pomfrey

School Healer

That worked out well enough. She took the potion which had a strong taste of peppermint. She immediately felt her tiredness lift. A much better alternative to coffee. She would need a workspace for brewing perhaps Professor McGonagall will give her one of the many empty classrooms Tracey was talking about. Only need to convince her it would help her studies and it just might work.

Helena thanked Kinky for the potion before leaving to the greenhouses. The extra time would let her write a letter to Dick. Dick was going to send her owl this morning with the puzzle box. They took inspiration from ancient Chinese boxes which would only open when the protruding knobs were pushed in a specific order. Reasonable protection for simplistic communication.

She heard a flutter of wings. Looking up she saw post owls heading for the Great Hall breakfast must be in progress. Her own owl changed course and headed for her carrying a small package, must be the box.

"Hey there, I don't have owl treats on me. I sorta forgot," she said taking the box and quickly putting the letter inside. "Here take this back to Dick after you rest for a bit."

The owl hooted in response before taking flight.

Helena watched the owl slowly become a speck when she heard someone coming closer. She turned to see a slightly dumpy woman with flyaway hair coming straight towards her.

"Hello dear, you must be Miss Wayne. I am Professor Sprout. Professor McGonagall requested I give you a comprehensive list of magical flora covered from first year to fifth since you are a transfer student. If you need any help feel free to ask and my office is in greenhouse seven."

"Thank you, Professor."

"There's no problem dear. Come we will be in greenhouse four today doing a practical on bouncing bulbs with a short quiz at the end of class," she said smiling at Helena adding, "it is an unexpected quiz for the rest."

"Of course."

Helena took a spot at a workbench pulling out her book to read up on these bouncing bulbs while Professor Sprout went about preparing for the day.


After finishing breakfast and waiting for Harry and Ron to finish, Hermione was looking around the Great Hall.

"What are you looking for?" asked Ron.

"For Helena, I forgot to see where she was sorted yesterday."

At this, both boys lifted their heads looking around.

"Maybe she left already," suggested Harry.

"Well we will end up seeing her eventually," said Hermione as they got up for history.


"I'm worried Daph," said Tracey walking along the path to the greenhouses. "No one's seen her this morning. She wasn't at breakfast either."

"I'm sure she's fine," commented Daphne, "if we don't see her at Herbology then we'll do something about it.

Daphne opened the greenhouse door. They were early because of Tracey's insistence. Inside they saw Helena poring over her herbology text.

"There you are! Where have you been?" asked Tracey rushing towards her.

Helena's eyes went up from the text before recognizing Tracey. She smiled, "took an early breakfast and been here since."

"Oh," said Tracey calming down, "well okay."

Helena watched Tracey intently as she sat down next to her with Daphne.

"Is there a reason you were so worried?" asked Helena.

Tracey shifted glancing at Daphne quickly before looking at Helena but averting her eyes at Helena's scrutiny.

"Not really," she said then mumbling, "thought you'd been hexed and left in an abandoned classroom."

"Does that happen often?"

Tracey's eyes met Helena's at that. "Often enough."

"I see," Helena said mulling the new information. "Like I said, Tracey, I can take care of myself there's no need to worry."

"How can I not? You're new here and completely uncaring about insulting Malfoy. I was lucky to have Daphne with me especially because of my blo—," she cut off.

"Is something wrong?"

"Now is not the time. We can talk over the weekend away from anyone listening," interjected Daphne.

Helena merely gazed at her before nodding in acceptance.

Herbology was interesting. It was like Poison Ivy suddenly decided to go back to her botanical career and take her new plants with her. The class would be a breeze once she read up on all the plants in the list Professor Sprout gave her.

Next up was Potions. She had the list Professor Snape gave her that she still had to go over.

Tracey chose to pair up with her. The three of them were one of the first ones there. Slowly the rest of the class trickled in. Draco throwing a massive glare at her with those same two boys clenching their fists. The last to enter were Harry, Hermione, and Ron deep in discussion.

All whispering stopped when Professor Snape swept into the room robes billowing. Helena smirked thinking how intimidated they would be if they ever saw Batman.

"We will be brewing Calming Draughts today. Instructions are on the board." He flicked his wand at the board. "Begin."

Potions wasn't as hard as she thought especially the brewing process. It was basically unconventional chemistry. She did need to learn about the ingredients and their properties on her own but basically unconventional chemistry.

Eventually, Professor Snape came around to them. He scrutinized both potions. "Miss Davis, I trust you haven't worked on Miss Wayne's potion in addition to yours," he paused, "They are very identical."

"Of course not, Professor her work is her own."

"I see," said Snape focusing his eyes on Helena. She felt the probe and kicked him out of her mind again impassively meeting his eyes.

Professor Snape had a blank expression on his face when Helena stopped his legitimacy probe within seconds.

"Very well stay after class Miss Wayne," he said waiting until she nodded. He went on to the next table and began berating Longbottom's potion.

Helena had noticed the stares earlier when Snape had said her name only now giving attention to then. Malloy was sneering at her which didn't mean much but the surprise was Ron's hateful glare, Hermione's thoughtful gaze, and Harry's blank face. They all went back to their potions but Ron kept glaring at her whenever he got the chance. Helena was confused at the rapid change in her possible friends.

"Why is Weasley glaring at you?" asked Tracey.

"I have no idea."

"Times up. Bring your potion samples to my desk."

Helena followed Tracey's lead placing a sample into a flask and labeling it with her name.

"I'll wait for you outside," said Tracey.

Helena nodded.

After the room was vacated, Snape stood in front of her watching her intently. She met his eyes and suddenly found a strong invasion into her mind. She pushed him out immediately causing him to wince at the backlash.

"Stay out of my mind," she growled striding to the door. "Try again and it will be very unpleasant."

She quickly schooled her face before opening the door to prevent Tracey from picking up on her mood change.

"That was short. What did he want?"

"Nothing of importance just making sure I knew the expectations for his class."

"Okay c'mon I'm starved," said Tracey, grabbing her arm and dragging a bemused Helena to lunch.


"I can't believe it. She's a bloody snake," ranted Ron.

"She's our friend, Ron," said Hermione exasperated.

"I don't trust her."

"Because she's in Slytherin. That's ridiculous Ron you know her."

"She was playing us. It's probably some sick plan."

"Didn't you have a crush on her?" added Harry.

"Ye... I... no" Ron spluttered turning red causing Harry and Hermione to laugh.

"Either way her being in Slytherin doesn't matter. Remember her brother is a muggle and she was too before she came here," whispered Hermione.

Ron grunted in acceptance.


In Ancient Runes, Professor Babbling enthusiastically showed Helena her seat since they worked in alphabetical pairs. Her partner was going to be Lisa Turpin who had been working in a group of three.

When Hermione entered, Helena started walking over only to stop when she gave an imperceptible shake of her head. Helena was confused at her reaction she and Hermione had gotten along very well. Planning on cornering her later Helena stayed at her seat. Not too long after her partner arrived.

"Excuse me, but who are you?"

"Helene Wayne you must be Lisa Turpin. I'll be your partner from now on."

"I am," she paused, "finally a partner. Working in a group of three for two people projects doesn't really help in learning. Did you change electives?"

"I'm actually a transfer student."

"A transfer but there hasn't been a transfer in a very long time," said Lisa intrigued, "where are you from?"

"The Americas."

"Did you transfer from Ilvermorny?"

"No more like home schooled," Helena answered.

"That's very interesting homeschooling is rarely done these days."

"Yeah, I wanted to stay with my brother. He's always wanted me to be normal so here I am."

Lisa was surprised. Slytherins never shared anything at all. Yet here was a new Slytherin, a friendly one too.

"That's great. Hogwarts is one of the best schools. You will enjoy it here."

"Thanks," said Helena falling silent when Professor Babbling began lecturing.


Helena entered Professor McGonagall's office with eager anticipation. After agonizing over all the tasks she had compiled for herself she could finally put them into motion.

"Have your classes been well so far?"

"Pretty good, only a considerable amount of material to cover."

"That is to be expected. Now as for our lessons—"

"Excuse me Professor but I wish to have one of the abandoned classrooms appropriated for my use and to be accessed by me, you and Professor Snape only. I want a secure place where I can practice potions and spell work."

"I will see what I can do as for now we will begin our lessons and they will continue every Monday evening and every other Saturday morning. I trust you've read through first year Transfiguration theory in addition to the spell list I sent you?"

"I have."

"Let us begin the practical application," said Professor McGonagall as she pulled out a match placing it on the table. "Turn this match into a needle."

From that Helena had read, Transfiguration was very scientific if magic could be a science. It even had an equation. Common practice for practical application required incantation and wand movement. But her prior experience with magic and a personal preference to silence meant she would not ever be caught saying an incantation. Aunt Zatanna had always said intent mattered the most in magic and who was she to contradict her favorite magic user.

Helena took out her wand from her robes focusing on the match intently wanting it to change form to a needle. After a tense minute of nothing happening and McGonagall looking at her as though waiting for her to say something Helena remembered the wand movement and willed the match to change. Slowly the match changed into a sharp needle.

McGonagall was surprised at the flawless transfiguration performed silently as a first time effort. Her surprise increased when Helena furrowed her eyebrows in intense concentration and performed the wand movement causing the match to change into some sharp looking projectile in some sort of symbol.

Helena smiled at the batarang she formed and was amused at her professor's slightly unbalanced composure.

"Miss Wayne," began McGonagall pausing to collect the thoughts, "regarding inanimate to inanimate transfiguration I believe you are matching your peers. Could you cancel the spell?"

"Finite."

McGonagall nodded in approval. "If your performance continues we should be able to get you to fifth year level with speed, she went to the storage chest retrieving a hedgehog, a mouse, a beetle, a guinea fowl for animate to inanimate transfiguration.

The theory was very simple and applying animate to inanimate to small animals was took time and as the animated objects became larger it became much harder. According to the professor, she was close to starting third year material.

The bell rang signaling the end of the day's classes.

"That will be all for today. On Saturday we will cover Charms."

Instead of going to dinner right away, Helena went to the library first to look up protective charms and the like so she wouldn't feel overly vulnerable when she attempted to sleep. One night of meditative rest she could bear but multiple nights, not a chance.


The next day Helena went to breakfast with Tracey and Daphne. She ended up finding a couple of protective charms which would give ample protection for the time being enabling her to sleep fitfully but sleep nonetheless

Breakfast was a small affair until the post owls arrived. Helena was slightly distracted Dick's reply to devote her attention to Daphne and Tracey reading the paper together.

Dick had sent a couple GPS trackers and cell phones so she could test them out during the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend and updated her on the progress made with their residence. Helena offered her an owl treat then devoted her attention to Daphne and Tracey.

Daphne looked up first and at Helena's inquisitive raised eyebrow asked, "Remember the rumors I hinted at?"

Helena nodded.

"This article confirms it."

She passed it over to Helena who skimmed it thoroughly before looking around the hall. The professors were either intently reading the paper or in serious discussion with the exception of the Defense professor, whatever her story was. Lastly, Helena glanced at the three Gryffindors she knew. They were also in a discussion before Hermione stood up saying something about a letter.

Seizing the moment Helena card, "I'm going to the owlery. I want to reply to my brother. See you in Transfiguration

Daphne's eyes narrowed watching Helena leave.

"I think there is a lot more to Helena Wayne than we know. She's a complete unknown."

"I'm thinking the same. She keeps to herself a lot barely mentioned her parents. I only know of a brother and a grandfather's death leaving behind a property in London."


Helena walked into the owlery glad to see Hermione scratching away a letter on parchment. She was in time.

"Hello, Hermione."

Hermione gave a jolt turning quickly and obscuring her letter with her palm.

"Oh hello, Helena. What are you doing here?"

"Sending a letter same as you," said Helena pulling out a pen and paper to write.

"Right of course," said Hermione rapidly turning back to her own.

"Mind telling me what happened in Ancient Runes?"

Hermione turned blushing. "See the thing is -er our houses don't get along… there's a sort of enmity and you associating with me could lead to problems for you. I didn't want you to be ostracized against.

"You don't need to worry about me who I associate with is my business only."

"No, you don't understand. If they knew," Hermione glanced at the owlery steps. "We need to talk privately and soon."

The bell rang.

"Expect a note," said Hermione as she quickly finished her letter posting it before leaving.

Helena posted her letter as well looking forward to Hermione's chat before leaving for Transfiguration.

They had Transfiguration with Hufflepuffs. It was amusing how the Hufflepuffs kept themselves distant from the Slytherin. A few were outright staring at her when she came in. Professor McGonagall started her on vanishing spells with invertebrates while the class was currently on vertebrates. It was a challenging period but Helena managed to vanish her snail by lesson's end.

Next was Charms again with the Hufflepuff, Professor Flitwick was a nice short man. He gave her a list of what was expected as well as the spells gone over in the past five years and mentioned his office was open for any help she may need.

Lunch was a silent affair, Tracey and Daphne were watching her intently while they ate, attempting to be subtle about it.

When Helena met their gaze sharply, Daphne's eyes widened while Tracey looked abashed.

Tracey discarded her meal pulling Helena and Daphne along with her to the grounds.

"Look you've got to be careful. Malfoy is up to something. I saw him gesturing at you in charms."

She might as well get used to this. "Okay, Tracey I'll be careful about Malfoy. I don't see what the problem is though."

Tracey kept quiet which was surprising given her tendency to be very straightforward.

"I think Tracey and I have to explain ourselves," said Daphne, "I believe you don't know much about the state of the wizarding world in Britain."

"That's true," Helena confirmed.

"After dinner then?"

"Sure," said Helena as she followed them towards the lone hut on the grounds.

"This is where Professor Hagrid lives. He's also the gamekeeper. We usually gather here before lessons. If he's not in the cabin then he's probably in the forest," said Tracey.

"Isn't the forest forbidden?"

"It is but some lessons take place near the edge or barely inside. There are many magical creatures in the forest."

Helena glanced around until she saw a large tall man making his way to them.

"Early aren't yeh he said looking them over focusing on Helena. You must be Helena. I've got something for yeh," he said reaching into his overcoat and handing her a roll of parchment. "An' if yeh have questions come by."

Hagrid looked at the castle, "Here come the rest now."

They waited for the rest of the class to show up.

"Inter the forest today. Want ter finish up thestrals. Come along."

"What are thestrals?" asked Helena.

"Winged horses that can only be seen by people who've seen death. Only three people in our class can see them. Personally, I doubt they will be on our OWL they seem more like NEWT level," said Daphne.

"Well when has Hagrid shied away from showing us interesting creatures," said Tracey.

Once they got deeper into the forest, Helena saw two black horses with leathery wings reminding her of a bat's and a dragon-like face with white shining eyes. Helena was mesmerized.

"Now who can tell me what yeh remember?"

Helena was distracted as she slowly moved forward to the nearest thestral. She didn't notice the class fall silent watching her. As she approached the thestral raised its skeletal head surveying her. She tentatively reached her hand out and stroked its forehead. In response, it moved closer to her nuzzling her hand.

"Well done, Helena. Take ten points for Slytherin," said Hagrid beaming. "That one is Tenebrus. He won' hurt yeh. What do yeh think of 'em?"

"They're amazing," replied Helena smiling. She felt very comfortable with the thestral. It reminded her of the cave and all the memories. "Professor, do you breed them?"

"I do," said Hagrid brightly. "Think I've got the only domesticated herd in Britain."

"Would they be suitable pets?"

Hagrid roared in laughter. "I think so. Yeh want one?"

"I do eventually but not now." she answered ignoring the incredulous looks the rest of the class was giving her along with a couple glares.

"Yeh let me know then," said Hagrid chuckling. "Alright now I want yeh to write as much as yeh can on thestrals and turn it in by the end of class."

Some of the class groaned.

"Hermione work with Helena will yeh?"

"Sure Hagrid."

Hermione joined Helena near the thestral.

"Do you want to touch it?"

"I... yes I would," said Hermione hesitantly.

Helena took her hand placing it along the thestral's mane.

"It's like a horse isn't?"

"It is kind of like a black horse but very skeletal and they have leathery instead of feathery wings."

Hermione nodded absorbing the information before she got to task. "We might as well get started on our assignment," she said before lowering her voice, "and we now have a chance to talk."

Hermione proceeded to explain house rivalries and the animosity with Slytherin and rest of the school especially considering who was a former Slytherin.

"Slytherins usually hold themselves different from the rest of us and most are very traditional. There are traditionalists in other houses as well but Slytherins usually take it to a higher level especially the notion of blood purity. Draco Malfoy's father is a Death Eater and he spouts the same beliefs Voldemort does."

"And it will be a terrible thing if they found out that your brother is a muggle. You see purebloods consider magic to be their inherent right. Half-bloods are looked down upon for having mixed ancestry and muggleborns are completely beneath their notice as being unworthy of magic but muggles some consider them to be nothing more than animals."

"I see and this a social problem?"

"Social and institutionalized. There are even laws in place preferring purebloods and the society is very traditional and stagnant."

"There's no little wonder why Voldemort gained a following."

"Yeah, and Sirius has said it will get worse and it only hasn't since he's in the shadows slowly building up his support in secret not drawing major attention.

"And the Azkaban breakout?'

"He did overplay his hand I presume but the Ministry is dead set on ignoring the truth and I have an idea of sorts but it isn't solid yet."

"That's all fine but I won't just ignore you. We're friends aren't we?" asked Helena a bit unsure now. She had very few friends her age after her mother died and she became publicly known as Helena Wayne. Once she joined her father, her friends were either her father's or brothers' friends and colleagues. If she really thought about it Dick was a combination of a father figure, older brother, and best friend.

"Of course we are," said Hermione emphatically, "I've enjoyed the time we spent together. It was nice having a more academically inclined friend."

Helena laughed at that feeling relieved.


The next day was the first lesson of Defense Against the Dark Arts. The text required for the class was different from the book list McGonagall had given. She had even put a note that while the text by Slinkhard was required it would be best if Helena purchased the other text listed as it would better prepare her for the OWL examination.

Entering the classroom she saw the professor sitting at her desk observing the students taking their seats eventually standing up.

"Good afternoon class."

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they chanted dully.

"Wands away, please."

"Please turn to page one hundred and sixty-two and read the twelfth chapter. There will be no need to talk."

Helena didn't bother pulling out Defensive Magical Theory. She had read the entire book already and found it to be an absolute waste. Instead, she pulled out the book Professor McGonagall had recommended and began where she left off earlier.

"Excuse me, dear," came the simpering voice of Professor Umbridge, "I have never seen you before in any of my classes. Your name?"

"Helena Wayne."

"Well, Miss Wayne. Why have you not been attending my classes?"

"I'm a transfer student."

"A transfer," said Professor Umbridge her voice raising in pitch. "I was not informed of a transfer."

"Well now you know, Professor," said Helena neutrally.

"Yes, yes," Professor Umbridge simpered finally noticing the text Helena was reading. "Miss Wayne you are not reading the assigned text."

"I've finished it already."

"You've finished it?"

"Yes."

Professor Umbridge's eyes slightly bulged remembering another situation eerily similar but trudged on. "Explain what Slinkhard says about counter-jinxes in Chapter Fifteen."

"He disagrees with the naming convention of jinxes and thinks people call them jinxes to make them more acceptable."

Professor Umbridge recalled the previous situation quite clearly now. "Well despite your understanding reread chapter twelve."

"Okay," said Helena agreeing just for Professor Umbridge to leave so she wouldn't have to pull out the book.

Professor Umbridge did not move.

Helena sighed reaching into her small bag and ignored Umbridge being startled when her arm went deep into it. She pulled it out and opened it to the chapter.

She waited until Umbridge was satisfied and went back to her desk. Helena shifted her books around so she could read the one she had been reading.

In a short while, Professor Umbridge was back peering at her book. "Miss Wayne," she said brusquely, "I see you are still not reading the assigned text."

"I'm not rereading it again. I know it already."

"Five points," she quickly looked at Helena's tie making her eyes widen, "from Slytherin for refusing to follow instructions."

Helena didn't remotely care and went to back to her book.

Professor Umbridge bristled unused to such behavior from Slytherins, "Another five points from Slytherin and detention Miss Wayne for blatant disregard to a Professor. I will see you in my office at seven this evening."

Helena ignored her getting very pissed at the absurd abuse of authority.

"Is that clear?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Another five points from Slytherin for disrespect."

Helena merely continued reading until a parchment was suddenly thrust at her.

"Take this to Professor Snape, dear," said Professor Umbridge sweetly.

Helena complied wordlessly.

"Enter," came Professor Snape's voice when she knocked at this door.

She saw Snape at this desk in the middle of grading essays.

"Miss Wayne," he said looking up at her, "what may I do for you?"

Looked like he was ignoring their altercation. "This is for you," she said handing him the note.

Professor Snape took the note reading it completely expressionless.

"I see," said Professor Snape, "may I ask why did you refuse to follow her instructions?"

"I am here to hone my magical ability," began Helena vehemently eyes narrowing, "I will not give in to ridiculous notions from any professor. She is a complete joke, arrogant with her authority. I heard stories of her incompetence but seeing it first hand pales in comparison. I will attend her detention this once but there will be no promises for the future."

Professor Snape was shocked at her vehemence but managed to prevent it from showing. "I see, very well Miss Wayne you may go," he said dismissing her. It hadn't even been a week and there was so much to discuss at the private Order meeting between himself, McGonagall, and Dumbledore this weekend regarding Miss Wayne.

Nearing seven, Helena had half a mind to skip her detention. She had been enduring the massive glares from her housemates for losing fifteen points in one go. Tracey assured her it didn't matter since she gained ten points earlier. Daphne, on the other hand, explained Dolores Umbridge was an undersecretary to the Minister and Hogwarts High Inquisitor. Well so much for lying low, Dick would never stop teasing her for splashing the waters in the magical world, especially in her civilian identity.

Soon enough Helena found herself at the door to Umbridge's office taken there by Tracey. She went ahead and knocked at the door wanting to get this over with.

She fought the urge to sneer at the ridiculous nature of the office. Even socialites, the ones who did work, didn't decorate their offices in such a way.

"Good evening, Miss Wayne."

"Evening, Professor," Helena said neutrally.

"Take a seat," she said gesturing to a small table, "You will be doing lines."

She handed her a long, thin black quill with a very sharp point.

"I want you to write, I will be respectful," she said.

"Okay," said Helena beginning to write.

Right after finishing her first line the back of her hand hurt. She looked at it to see the exact same words, she wrote, cut into her skin before it healed over.

She got up looking at Umbridge in controlled anger. Umbridge was looking back at her with a smile.

"Yes?"

Helena didn't even bother with a reply and swept out of the classroom heading for her Head of House's office at a quick pace, quill in hand.

Soon she heard rapid footsteps following her. She increased her pace being as silent as possible. The rapid footsteps faltered and went in another direction.

Making it to Professor Snape's office, she rapped harshly at the door.

"Enter."

Snape was surprised at a second visit from Helena and slightly concerned at the tightly constrained anger she was exhibiting.

"Miss Wayne—"

"Does this school condone torture as a means of detention?" asked Helena harshly.

"I'm not sure I follow, Miss Wayne."

"Umbridge made me do lines with this," she said thrusting the quill at him.

Snape looked it over closely. "I believe we should meet with the Headmaster."

Professor Snape led her up to the entrance hall down a corridor to a large, stone gargoyle.

"Licorice wand," he said. The gargoyle sprung to life moving aside as the wall split in two revealing a spiral staircase moving upwards. Once they stepped onto it the wall closed behind them and they rose upward for quite some time until they reached a gleaming oak door.

Stepping off the stone staircase, Professor Snape knocked on the door.

"Enter."

They both walked in to see Professor Umbridge already there with a small smile on her face.

"Professor Snape, I see Miss Wayne went directly to you," said Dumbledore.

"Yes, Headmaster Miss Wayne brought me this," said Snape handing over the quill.

Dumbledore's face became very serious. "A black quill," he said softly. "These are very restricted and used in important cases."

Professor Umbridge became slightly red. "Need I remind you, Headmaster of Educational Decree Number Twenty-Five which states 'The High Inquisitor will henceforth have supreme authority over all punishments, sanctions and removal of privileges pertaining to the students of Hogwarts, and the power to alter such punishments, sanctions and removals of privileges as may have been placed by other staff members.' The methods I apply in detention are at my own discretion."

"You are right, of course, Professor Umbridge. I am merely expressing my opinion," said Dumbledore.

"Twenty points from Slytherin for running out of detention," said Umbridge sweetly, "and a week's worth of detentions."

"No," said Helena with force.

"I'm sorry? I'm afraid I heard you hem, hem refuse an order from a Professor."

"I will not be submitted to what is essentially torture and to think such a thing is actually being allowed at a renowned school."

Helena looked around at everyone's faces. Some portraits were looking at her in interest. Professor Umbridge was turning very red. Professor Snape had an expressionless look while Professor Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling with happiness.

"I am the High Inquisitor," snapped Umbridge, "My authority is not to be questioned."

"Let's add blatant abuse of said authority to the list."

"A month's worth of detentions."

"Save it. I won't be attending," said Helena glaring at her before turning to Dumbledore. "Remember the conditions of my enrollment. I am here to learn and master my abilities. I will not be pandering to nonsense."

"Yes, of course, I remember Miss Wayne. However, you will serve a month's worth of detention with Professor Snape who will escort you back."

"Fine," said Helena heading for the door.

Professor Umbridge turned to Professor Dumbledore in outrage despite the girl putting Dumbledore down in front of her eyes.

"She is completely out of line. The disrespect is over the top. She must be reigned in."

"She will be. Professor Snape is a strict disciplinarian."

Professor Umbridge nodded stiffly leaving the room quickly to unearth whatever she could on Helena Wayne.

Professor Snape and Helena both walked together silently back to the office from where they came. Entering the office Snape gestured to a seat and sat down behind his desk.

"This simplifies a few matters concerning your supplemental instruction," said Professor Snape. "Once Professor McGonagall secures a suitable classroom, you will attend your 'detentions' there. In addition, I will see you every Thursday evening and every other Saturday once you finish with Professor McGonagall's lessons."

"That's fine," said Helena.

"A word of caution," said Professor Snape softly. "Dolores Umbridge is to be tread carefully around. It would not be wise for her to take an interest in you."

Helena smirked at him in response. "May I go, Professor?"

"You may."

Snape watched the girl leave thoughts swirling in his mind. The smirk she had right before she left meant something important. The audacity at which she addressed Dumbledore regarding her enrollment had raised his opinion of her. The girl would not be intimidated or trifled with. They still did not know much about their 'dimensional travelers'. It was a different priority for the Order and a surprisingly well-kept secret between those involved personally with the girl and her brother.


Friday evening Dumbledore was deep in thought. There were many things on his mind but for this evening it centered on the dimensional travelers. Soon enough he was drawn from his thoughts by the entrance of Minerva McGonagall.

"Minerva," he greeted.

"Albus," she said in response.

"And Severus," he said upon seeing the man enter.

"We shall begin. Please tell me all you can about the girl."

"She is talented for someone who has just discovered magic. I believe she is familiar with it enough to perform a silent transfiguration on her first try. In fact, she does all her spellwork silently. Filius was very excited to tell me she performed every charm he asked silently," said McGonagall.

"How intriguing," remarked Dumbledore turning his attention to Snape.

"She is a very accomplished occlumens. I'm sure she is aware of the fact. She threw me out of her mind effortlessly and on my most recent attempt gave me a warning 'to never attempt it again' with an implied threat. She is very capable at brewing potions. She could be familiar with muggle chemistry," said Snape.

"What was her opinion on the Blood Quill?"

McGonagall's lips thinned knowing full well of the High Inquisitor's medieval methods of detention and how her hands were tied to help one of her students.

"She asked me if the school condones torture as a means of detention. She also strongly despises Dolores Umbridge and forcefully reminded me she was here to master her abilities and would not give in to any ridiculous notions from a professor."

"I see. Do you think Professor Umbridge will be focusing on her?"

"Perhaps."

"I have arranged a classroom at her request to practice spellwork and brewing potions."

"Interesting. She sought this on her own."

"She did and she does not mind the supplemental instruction at all. I would say she looks forward to them."

"Is there anything else?"

"With the exception of Dolores Umbridge, all of her professors have accepted her as a talented student and attribute her accomplishments to her homeschooling."

"Homeschooling?"

"Yes, Miss Wayne claims to have been homeschooled in the Americas and not having attended Ilvermorny."

"Ah yes, of course, she has eliminated that connection making it harder for anyone to dig into her story. Impressive."

"There is still much we do not know but I am beginning to believe they would not be a threat to us. It is time for the few of us on the case to divert our attentions back to Voldemort. I will only keep Nymphadora on occasional surveillance of her brother. Thank you for your input Minerva, Severus." He nodded at them in turn.


A/N: Reviews appreciated.