Docile and Dangerous
BY: Kibou32
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Summary: AU Draco Malfoy met Helena Potter at the Hogwarts Express, the Girl-Who-Lived made such an impression on him that baffles him all through his first three years at Hogwarts. It is in the summer of his fifth year that he realizes why he's so enamored with a half-blood like her.
Warnings: Female Harry. Mentions of Lust, passion, etc.
Author's Notes: There is no pairing as of yet. I'm still not sure
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Order and Chaos
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Helena was surprised to hear that Hermione Granger – her newly made friend and miss goody good two shoes – had gotten a detention with the new DADA teacher Madame Umbridge for disturbing the peace in class. As it were, at least a lot of the students that had classes with the toad teacher had problems with her whether it'd be in loss of house points or detentions to be served immediately after lunch – if there were no classes interfering that is.
Due to the fact that in her previous three years – fourth year not counting – she had had no good teachers to teach her defense, with the help of her aunt's approval (even though she hadn't any real knowledge of what she was approving), Professor Flitwick and Sirius' help she'd gotten the right to learn defense through independent study. The Headmaster didn't like it, but had to agree to it as all the cards were against him.
When the coven met for their first bi-weekly meeting, all she heard was complaints. Complaints from Hermione about how stubborn and simple-minded their new DADA teacher was. Complaints from Millicent about how annoying and asinine the woman was. Complaints from Padma that if she'd known things would turn worst before they'd get better, she'd have taken independent study with Helena too.
"What can we do about that bitch?" – Millicent asked.
"I complained to Professor McGonagall and she told me to bend my head and endure! The nerve!" – Hermione ranted looking like she wanted to hit something or someone. Preferably someone that looked like the bitch in question.
Padma said nothing and turned to look at Helena.
"Well? You've nothing to say?" – she asked her friend.
Helena looked up and said…
"What can I do? I don't receive her classes, I've no special social standing with the minister, not after cuckholding him into freeing Sirius when I was nine and no particular interest in taking her on. Chances are she'll take care of my indoor worst enemy and hang herself in the process." – she calmly stated.
The other three girls looked at her in horror.
"Don't you care about your dear friends' suffering?" – they cried in unison and Helena closed her eyes and sighed.
"It's not as if I don't care. It's rather that I logically can't do a thing. Short of me leading a secret DADA student group, there's absolutely nothing I can do."
The girls were silent for a moment before Hermione's face brightened.
"That's it!"
Millicent frowned for a second and then said: "Oh. I guess it's a good idea."
And then they were throwing ideas back and forth leaving Helena feeling devastated. She really should have kept her mouth shut, would she ever learn to do this?
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It was on a Thursday afternoon as she came back from the library to drop her books at the dormitories that she found the four heads of houses waiting for her at the door of the entrance to them that she knew her options of running away were out.
"Miss Potter, a word if you please?" – and she sighed inwardly as she nodded.
He led her and the other professors towards his office and when they were all inside; he closed the door and warded it against eavesdroppers and the like before motioning for his fellow teachers and his student to sit down.
"We've called you over because we believe…" – here he was interrupted by Profesor McGonagall who impatiently stood up from the chair she had sat down on and said…
"Oh Filius, we haven't the time to go around in circles. Miss Potter, Miss Granger has told me of an idea. She told me that you'd be perfect to teach the students some spells for defense. Given the fact that you've got more experience in dealing with enemies and whatnot before, we ask you that you commence a study group in secret."
Helena narrowed her eyes at the older woman. She knew the professor didn't like the fact that they had managed to make a coven during the summer, or that her precious Granger was part of it; but did she really think that she'd give in just because she demanded it?
"I'm sorry Professor, but I won't."
She looked at her head of house from the corner of her eye expecting to see him upset, but in reality he was anything but. He was glad she had asserted her position.
"What?" – the older female asked shocked that she had dared to refuse her.
"Oh sit down Minerva. The girl has a point. None of us have any right to demand things from her, not with the way life has been for her since she started Hogwarts. We've known how Albus has pulled all stops to manipulate her and we've done nothing." – It was Professor Sprout who came to her defense.
She watched secretly amused at how the elder professor sputtered at that. Her – to be – guardian also appeared to be amused what with the smirk on his face and all.
"As I was going to say…" – her head of house looked around to see if anyone else would interrupt and he exhaled before moving on.
"It's a sound idea, this study group; but seeing as it's a large group considering that you'd be teaching those fifth years and younger; I've thought that you should meet with four students – the ones who have most affinity to defense – one of each house twice a week. Given the fact that you are an independent study, this should make things easier for you when presenting your OWLS."
He looked at her and she smiled. It was perfect. A study group of twenty people… it was terribly perfect. That solved the problem of being too selective, of only taking those that were 'good'. Helena was proud of her head of house.
"But what about the rest of them?" – McGonagall could not just keep her mouth shut.
"C'mon Minerva!" – Professor Sprout growled out sounding specifically not amused at her friend's whining.
"I personally like this plan. We pick four of your best – and only four – I think one for each year and make sure to tell our students to teach the others at their own time. I assume each dormitory has a place for them to practice?" – Professor Snape drawled and watched as all of the others agreed including Minerva McGonagall who did so only because there seemed to be no other choice.
"Then that's settled! That is if you agree, Miss Potter." – Professor Flitwick said.
She nodded in agreement.
"May I make a suggestion for the fifth years', though?" – she said softly.
Professor Flitwick nodded cheerfully. "Certainly my dear."
"Well… for our house, I think Padma would do a nice addition. Neville Longbottom for Gryffindor, Susan Bones for Hufflepuff and…" – here she took a big breath to gather guts to say it out loud: "and Draco Malfoy for Slytherin."
She waited for the Professors denial, but there was none. The transfigurations professor looked thoughtful and then said…
"I agree that those selections are the best. Though I believe there are other issues we wish to discuss with Miss Potter."
She waited to see what else she wanted to speak about when she heard her head of house say:
"Miss Potter, twenty-five points to you for creating a diverse but very old-fashioned ritual to create a coven. I applaud you. However, considering the damage that has been done to you during these four years under our unobservant and uncaring eyes; we wish to give something back to you and your friends."
She was shocked.
"I agree with Filius. We haven't taken apprentices in awhile now. So we've decided to impart this matter now. Given that you're the center and the head of the coven, we've come to ask you your opinion." – Pomona Sprout said.
She sat down again and closed her eyes. She breathed in-out and decided to calm her racing heart. Once she got herself under control, she said: "Thank You, professors. You've no idea how much this means to me. I think I have an idea of my friends' capabilities and where they'd learn more."
"We're listening." – Minerva McGonagall said crossing her arms over her chest not in a defensive mood, but because she wished to know what to do, she didn't like being not in control so this was extremely rare for her and not really liked.
"Millicent is fantastic with charms, but she'd do much better in transfiguration. Hermione is a bit of a know-it-all but her biggest subject is Potions. Padma does well in defense, but needs her charms. And I… I need help in healing and herbology."
The four professors were shocked. Even though Severus Snape understood what she had said, he had thought he'd apprentice her. Now it looked like it wasn't so. He didn't know whether to be angry that she didn't want him to teach her or proud that she had thought things through very thoroughly.
"We all need to study all of these things, but as we're in an equal partnership; what you teach Millicent in transfigurations, she'd teach Padma, Hermione and I later. What Hermione would learn in Potions, she'll teach it to me for healing and vice versa. Do you understand, professors?"
Filius Flitwick felt like crying. This girl was so young and already she had a great understanding of what it meant to have responsibilities.
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The first defense class took place in the room of requirement. The first one inside was Ginny Weasley followed by Neville. It took the twenty students thirty minutes to arrive and by then Helena was already fuming. She only had two hours free to dally with this.
It took them ten minutes to quiet down.
"Ok. You do realize that it took you forty minutes to come here and keep quiet? I – for one – am not going to tolerate either tardiness or shenanigans. I'm a student too and I've only two hours two days a week to tutor you in defense. Do you think it's fair to me to lose my time waiting for you, when I can be doing other things that are far more important to me?"
No one said a word. Not even Draco who clearly wished to say something, but didn't dare. Her presence was just too strong and her magic too powerful for them to deny it so.
"Now… take a look at these sheets of paper, cross out what you've learnt and then below that explain your proficiency in them. That is to say, how good you are with the spell when you're defending against it or when you're attacking with it. We will take ten minutes to review your answers and then… we'll see what we need to learn after it. Oh, do remember that you're going to be teaching this to your peers, so don't lie in favor of your own gain; ok? I'll know that you're doing it for sure."
Draco was enchanted by this new side of Potter. Not only was she beautiful, she was also smart and dangerous.
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The Headmaster of the school, Albus Dumbledore wondered why his whole school was in chaos. Could he not keep track of the whereabouts of one student? It was all for the greater good, you see; Miss Helena Jamie Potter needed to be taught humility, so he sent her to the Dursleys. He hoped they'd treat her not too fairly but not too wrongly either. A feat that did not become true as Petunia had been enchanted with her niece – from day one – and had wanted Helena to become her adoptive daughter. And despite her niece having the obvious talents in magic as she did not, she didn't take it out on her.
Albus was confused and lightly annoyed by this. As far as he knew, Petunia Dursley had resented her sister's prowess in magic where Petunia had none. All of these variables, all missed… it made Albus feel… afraid.
And he didn't like that feeling at all.
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The night of all Hallow's Eve came not unexpectedly to the girl-who-lived, but with expectations about what would happen. A portkey would go off at thirty to midnight leading them to a walking pass through the mountain's to get to Stone Hedge.
Draco took a look around, seeing something that made him widen his eyes in shock. Next to Potter, were his godfather and his cousin from his mother's side? Were they to be Potter's guardians? He found he was a bit jealous. He turned around and found Blaise standing next to him also checking out the others who were chosen.
There were the Weasley twins standing tall and strong behind Granger and Neville Longbottom stood side by side with their ex-professor Remus Lupin. It seemed they were all there.
When he least expected it, Millicent Bullstrode caught his hand and then he was whisked away by portkey. They made a semi-circle, once they reached the center of Stone Hedge, it was magical and a bit eerie, because it seemed that the place was ready for them and Draco realized it was as if it were fated. Since they were near the sea and it was October, Draco felt chilly standing just in breaches once he took his cloak off. Once he took a look to the four young witches, he was sure he was going to get an erection. He didn't and only because he kept his eyes straight ahead, not daring to look at the four witches' almost lack of garment.
Neville didn't get aroused either. Due to the fact that his face was flushed, you could tell he was fighting with all he got. Remus thought it admirable for a teen his age. Sirius was partly amused partly grimacing at the fact the boy wanted not to fall over with it. Severus himself was uncomfortable. He wondered – briefly – if the young ladies here were wearing anything underneath the truly daring white robes. Then he shied away from actually finding out.
The ritual in itself was very simple. Swear to protect and guard against the witch in front of you, submit to their words as a knight would to its liege and it was over and done within the next two hours that took for all of the participants to do. Once Helena made her way to the center of the circle they had created, that was when the pain started… for Severus, Draco and Remus that is.
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Severus Snape woke up on a couch at Grimmauld Place. His skin was paltry white. He had never been that white before. He felt faint and weak still. He groaned at the too lighted room and wondered what was going on.
"Hey, you're awake!" – came the soft whisper of his antithesis, Sirius Black.
"…" – He tried to speak but found his throat felt tight, like he hadn't been drinking liquids for over a month.
"Here, drink slowly." – he heard Black say and he drank thirstily, but not like a too thirsty individual out in the sun for long periods of time.
Once his throat didn't feel so parched, he cleared his throat and said: "What happened? Where are the others?"
"The others are resting. It seems that by entering this ritual for guardianship, you forfeited the right to belong to two other masters… i.e. Dumbledore and Lord Moldypants." – Sirius said so matter-of-factly.
Severus sat there looking quiet more than being quiet himself. He thought about it and asked…
"The ritual obeyed Helena's wishes more than those two?"
Sirius looked pensive for a second, before he came up with a reasonable response.
"From what Hermione was telling us when we finally got back here, was that: apparently – and this only what we could clue in do to conjectures at this point – when you were marked by Moldypants, you were branded as a slave more like than an 'associate' of his. Also, when you defected to the light and Dumbledore defended you, you were branded by him as a slave. Mind, you still had your own thoughts and way of thinking, but both of them could influence your actions until you either complied with their wishes or did nothing either way. So the ritual – an unexpected side-effect I'm sure – cleansed your soul of those 'brands' and so you ended up being given a choice to either be your own man again or serve someone you wanted to serve. You chose to serve Helena. The magic recognized that fact and made you immune to the other two's interference."
"And that's why I passed out?"
"Yeah."
This left Severus with a lot to think about.
"And where is the rest of the troupe?"
"Malfoy junior is also resting in one of the other rooms, Millicent is with him. Whilst Remus is also sleeping in his room. They were also transformed – if you will – with the ritual. With Malfoy, I'm sure it had to do with his father's paranoic and totalitarian beliefs. With Remus… it seems the ritual didn't like the taint in his transformation. I think Remus went from werewolf to shape-shifter. But we're unsure if that's really what happened. Hermione says that we'll probably know more when he wakes up and explains to us what he felt and we see him through the night of the full moon."
Severus was shocked. And then he narrowed his eyes at Black and accusingly said…
"What happened to the real Black, you're being civil to me!"
Sirius scowled and said in a tight voice: "I'll have you know that I can be reasonable when the occasion accounts for it!"
Severus frowned, but didn't apologize. It was useless for the moment anyway.
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Helena woke up around 7pm to the sounds of people shouting at the living room on the first floor of Grimmauld Place. It seemed as if the shit had hit the fan, as the saying went. She groaned softly and startled when Padma put a comforting cold pad on top of her heated forehead.
"What's going on?" – she croaked out.
Padma didn't answer until she gave her some water and then she waited until Helena's parched throat was satiated.
"The headmaster came by because – "apparently" – he felt something happening to his loyal professor, that is Professor Snape and came by to investigate. Remus – who was already awake by this point turned into a savage hellhound and was preparing to jump the headmaster, growling in anger until I made my way there. Then, this whole bunch of people came out of the floo network and it started a commotion. All of us 'teenagers' were sent away and they've been arguing on and on since then!"
Helena put a hand on Padma's arm and Padma huffed.
"You okay?"
"I'll live. I think it's time we confront the Headmaster. But first, call Madame Bones over. It will not make things easier, but its best to do something now than wait until it's too late."
Padma nodded and called on her Patronus, a lovely mockingbird whose trill was very alluring and attention-grabbing.
They stepped down the stairs quietly, once they reached the landing, all the other guardians stood up bringing the attention of the Headmaster, Lucius Malfoy – someone who had not been there before Padma went upstairs to check on her friend – and the Weasley couple, joined by their three oldest sons: William, Charles and Percy. To the side stood two Aurors, a black man and Tonks who greeted them with a wave of her hand.
"Miss Potter, you shouldn't be here." – the Headmaster intoned.
Helena didn't comment or agreed, she just looked at each of the people in there; including her two guardians who looked at her with fierce approval in their gaze.
"This is my godfather's house, Headmaster. What right do you have to come here demanding information you've no right to ask for?"
Lucius Malfoy smirked at the tongue-lashing the headmaster was receiving whereas the Weasleys – especially Molly looked scandalized.
The floo worked over once again and Dumbledore was aghast at the view. Madame Amelia Bones had come inside. He had the notion that this would not end well for him. But he couldn't in good conscience strategically retreat because it'd lead to his assured defeat faster than anything else he'd ever done or let it be done.
"What is going on in here?" – she steadfastly demanded.
"That's what I'd like to know!" – someone else piped up behind her whilst an old weathered voice growled at the impertinence of the woman.
Helena winced as she recognized the simpering voice of Dolores Umbridge. Thank God it was a Saturday.
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All of the people involved sat at one side of the table, and the others at the other side. Amelia Bones cleared her throat and said…
"First of all, why are nine teenagers here instead of at Hogwarts?" – she asked.
"That's my query also, Madame Bones! Anyone leaving Hogwarts grounds, has to tell the Headmaster, and this hasn't been…" – she seemed to gag when the illustrative Madame Bones Head of the Law and Order department spelled her silent.
"Mrs. Umbridge, I'll advise you to keep your mouth shut. The Minister of Magic is threading through some very thin ice and you are also as well! Don't make the situation worse than it is."
Dolores Umbridge looked like she was fuming at being cut off.
"Well… Madame Bones; it's like this. There's been a serious incompetence in regards to my safety and other students, namely those here in attendance. This here is the evidence you're looking for." – Helena said as she took a folder from under the table. Millicent knew she had called it to her side with her wandless magic.
Amelia looked at the papers in question in silence. With each paper that was flipped, the Headmaster began to fear the outcome of this. As was also Dolores, who saw the words "blood quill" and blanched in concordance to that.
Molly fretted. She had thought the Girl-who-lived was a proper young lady. Her Ginny had said so in her first year when she had gone to fetch her after being told of the diary in question. But now, she didn't know what to think. She hoped things would turn out right in the end.
After considerable reading – Amelia had also been somewhat of a bookworm in her Hogwarts days – Amelia laid the papers down on the wood table. She took a look around and found the two aurors in question and raised her eyebrows at them. Shacklebolt Kingsley knew what that meant and immediately stood up straight in attention for the orders to come. Tonks followed the example and awaited the orders to come.
"Aurors, arrest Ms. Umbridge for illegal usage of a blood quill against many students residing in Hogwarts, and illegal usage of authority as 'high inquisitor' at Hogwarts without this being agreed to by the Wizenmagot. Further charges to be fully reviewed by the Wizenmagot at a later date, come back ASAP!"
THEN she turned to look at the Headmaster sitting calmly in front of her.
"Albus Dumbledore, you're immediately revoked of the title of being Hogwarts' Headmaster and will need to go through a psychological evaluation before any other proceedings can be made by both the Wizenmagot and the school's advisors. Mr. Malfoy… your concern in this matter is obsolete. Your son defected your family and as such he's now ward of the sta—" – it was here that she was interrupted.
"Mr. Malfoy and I will come to words about this Madame Bones and as of Draco's guardianship. There's no need for him to become a ward of the state because I as his godfather, am available for such duty." – Severus said out loud.
Albus rose on his feet and said: "Now wait a minute, Severus…"
Before the pandemonium could overtake them again, the floo service opened up again to the entrance of Kingsley and Tonks which with a brief nod from their superior, went up to the ex-Headmaster and grabbed him, pushed him into the floo network as they both muttered their destination and left.
Severus nodded towards Lucius and the older man frowned but agreed nonetheless. He took leave bowing to both Madame Bones and Mrs. Augusta Longbottom. There was silence. But only for a minute before William taking in his father's cue, rose and bid the others goodbye and accompanied his mother through the floo network once again.
As the calm returned, Remus regained his composure and switched back into his regular human form. Unfortunately, given the fact that he wasn't used to being a shape-shifter instead of a werewolf as he was before, he was almost nude. Padma, Millicent and Hermione stared blatantly at the ex-Professor. The boys on the other hand blushed mortified at the idea of seeing an older man naked and turned their heads away.
"Remus, why don't you go and get dressed?" – Helena suggested but didn't look at the older male in the eye knowing that if she did, she'd revert to being a teenager only.
