I did a time skip to fourth year. You didn't really think Crowley would let his daughter be corrupted by wizards did you?
"I'm telling you, I saw her! The Rider!" said Ron to his best 'friend' Harry Potter.
'Harry' wasn't in fact alive. He was little more than a doppelganger made from the remains of James Potter in a vain attempt by Dumbledore to stave off the panic about the fact he had lost the true savior, Helena Rosemary Potter. Because he was creating little more than a clone with no real life to it, he was unable to change the gender.
At this point common consensus was that the midwife mistook the gender of the savior.
Those who were actually close to the Potters, namely the girl's godfather and werewolf uncle, had taken one look at the thing and wanted nothing to do with it. That was actually what finally tipped Snape off that the thing was a fake. Well that and the behavior seemed rather hollow for a child, even one as 'withdrawn' as the brat was.
'Harry' replied back with a monotone "Everyone knows the Rider is a myth."
For four years, there had been countless rumors of a 'Mage Rider' who rode on top of one of four massive hounds. The other three usually trailed behind the one being used as a mount like some form of twisted pack.
The woman (at least most assumed it was a female, considering more often than not the Rider wore female clothing) would break through wards and ignore barriers meant to deter unwanted guests and rip apart those who were later found to be 'former' Death Eaters during the war.
More than one line had already ended by her hand, at least that was what the rumors claimed.
Some wondered if she was a witch trained by Dumbledore come out of hiding to address the 'rumors' that Voldemort's shade had been seen repeatedly in Hogwarts since Potter's return.
More of the muggleborns, who heard of Johnny Blaze in America, had another idea. They suggested she was a 'Ghost Rider' with a major grudge against natural witches for some reason.
The only thing that baffled Hermione was the fact that the Ghost Rider was a known associate of a demon. Why would someone working for demons go after Death Eaters?
It was the start of fourth year, and they were already anticipating one of two things. One, the Tri-Wizard Tournament which hadn't taken place in nearly a hundred years after the last one ended with the winner being awarded the prize posthumously. The second, which was even bigger news than the first was the fact that for the first time in two hundred years, they would be accepting a transfer student.
One who had been home-schooled since they was a child in America.
Needless to say many were eager to meet their American counterpart.
"So where do you think they are? I mean he could be anywhere!" said Ron.
"Honestly Ronald, didn't you hear Professor Dumbledore? He said they would be arriving with the other schools, since there was a scheduling conflict with the American Ministry."
What Hermione was unaware of was that it was less of a scheduling conflict and more like Helen did not want to be sorted with a bunch of freaking eleven year olds. Thankfully her time in the pit made her older looking than she actually was.
She looked more like an eighteen-year-old than a fourteen-year-old. A fact she capitalized on without qualms.
Crowley was just glad that she never hit puberty until only recently, even if he did chicken out on explaining what was going on by throwing her in Alistair's direction with the request he teach her biology of humans.
Who better to teach how the human body worked than the demon who specialized in taking it apart?
He could live with the endless ribbing and mocking from his lackeys about throwing her to the chief Torturer in hell to avoid having to deal with her finally coming into her teen years. No way in heaven was Crowley dealing with Helen during her period until she got used to it. He wasn't a complete idiot.
Even if, as a consequence of having Alistair teach her what she needed to know, Helen became an outright total bitch. The only ones spared from her scathing tongue and acid wit were those she liked...and her Daddy.
The amount of laughter at Crowley's expense when, after she came out of the pit, she tackled him with a loud cry of 'Daddy!' was almost as loud as the amount of mocking laughter he heard whenever Helen chased him out of the kitchens. It was his own bloody house, and he wasn't allowed in the kitchens. How was that fair?
Helen's mind had broken, yet strangely she had lost none of her purity. Her soul was still as pure and strong as the day Crowley took her from England.
If not for the fact she still had an open deal left on her tab, she would surely ascend to heaven upon death.
Crowley was torn about how to feel about that. On one hand, it would be hilarious to see how the angels dealt with a demon-raised, Alistair trained Potter...on the other it meant he wouldn't be able to see his little hellion without having to deal with angel taint.
Eventually he settled on one simple fact. He was a possessive son of a bitch and there was no way he was letting heaven have his baby hellion without a bloody fight. The fact Helen was just as reluctant to leave him was just bonus.
Helen rode Lucy like a horse. She was easily as big as one to pull it off, even if she never used a saddle or reigns. Lucy knew who the true alpha bitch was, especially after Alistair showed her how to train her hell hounds. Sure, spending ten years as the Rider to avoid aging too fast was a pain in the ass, but the training she went through was worth it.
Alistair was so proud of his 'niece'. About the only high-level demons she didn't get along with were Lilith and Mephistopheles. Lilith, because she was a rampaging white-eyed bitchy whore (Helen's words, not Crowley's, though he still laughed his ass off when he heard it) and Mephistopheles because she was a success where his Riders were a complete and utter failure.
Crowley's "Rider" at least listen to orders. Mephistopheles however kept having his Riders rebel and screw up well laid plans.
Helen cackled to herself. This was going to be entertaining.
It was after the Durmstrang boys finished their act, and right before Hogwarts was about to try and compete with the admittedly impressive performance from the French and Bulgarian students.
There was a sudden bang, causing most in the hall to jump as the magicals realized what was in the hall with them.
Four massive hell hounds, two on each side of someone wearing a short flared skirt that just barely reached the knees, as well as a shirt that only just kept the *ahem* impressive assets on her chest from bursting out with a strong black leather cord, at least that was what it looked like. The only reason the female teachers weren't complaining about the obviously scandalous outfit was because it was all covered by a very long black trench coat.
Well that and because the owner of the hounds was entirely engulfed in blue hell flames.
The female (at least they assumed it was female) walked right up to the front where the staff table was.
"May I help you?" Dumbledore bravely asked.
It was painfully obvious who this was. The Mage Rider.
"Sorry I'm late. Had a bit of trouble running across water, since my pack dislikes it so much,"said the Rider.
Then, to the absolute shock of everyone there, the flames dispersed, revealed a drop-dead gorgeous teenager with straight red hair the color of flames, deep green eyes, and skin that was pale, but in a healthy way. Without the flames obscuring her figure, her assets were much more obvious. McGonagall looked in deep disapproval with how much skin the girl was showing.
It was indecent.
The boys however, were already loving the new girl. She was major eye-candy for everyone.
Dumbledore looked the girl in the eye.
"You would be Helen Crowley?" he asked carefully.
The girl smirked.
"Oh good, and here I thought my little entrance made you lose what little sanity you had. I'm Helen Crowley."
It was like pure sin. Those eyes combined with that secretive smile...it would inflame any straight man with lust. Thankfully Dumbledore was quite happy to be gay. Right now he was seriously wondering if the girl had Veela blood in her.
He spared a glance at the hell hounds, who sat at attention beside the girl.
"Before you ask, they are all my bonded familiars. Lucy, Nick, Ali and Hermes won't attack anyone...provided they don't piss me off," she added.
"Your file said you were fourteen. Why do you appear closer to eighteen?"
"This is all natural, thank you," she said frostily.
Dumbledore was taken aback. However they could sort the girl later once the feast was over.
"Please, find a table. We can sort you after the feast," he suggested.
Helen snorted openly. Three of the hounds promptly vanished, which was typical of their breed. However the smallest one remained. It stayed at Helen's side right until she sat at the Ravenclaw table.
With her abrupt appearance, Helen had effectively made everyone forget about the fact Hogwarts had yet to show off to the other two schools.
Which was probably a good thing, since Dumbledore's big idea was to have everyone sing the school song, and most of the students were terribly off-key at the best of times. That would have set off the pack for sure.
The only one brave enough to talk to the Mage Rider was Ravenclaw's own odd duckling, Luna Lovegood.
"So is it true that the Rider's power comes from fallen angels?" she asked curiously.
"Captured angels is more like it. Mephistopheles may have trouble with his, but my father figured out how to do it without the Rider fighting me for control. Is the rumor that Ravenclaw has it's own private library and is next to the library correct?" she asked, ladling mashed potatoes, pretty much anything that struck her fancy to her plate.
"It is," said Chang, the Ravenclaw prefect.
"Really..." said Helen, smirking.
Most of the boys were sporting tents pants at her smirk. The only one not impressed with her act was the French girl, Fleur Delacour.
"Must you really play off their hormonal impulses," she asked in snotty French.
Helen gave the rather annoyed French girl a sneer.
"Not my fault that most boys think with their smaller head and not their proper one. If they're going to act like complete fools, then I want to see some proper entertainment out of it," she replied back in perfect French.
"Yes, but the rest of us will have to deal with the fall out. They're already impossible to deal with. The last thing we need is for them to look at us like eye candy," said Fleur.
"They already do. Girls are already smarter than men, so why shouldn't we turn them into our personal play things? Not our fault if 'god' decided to make men faulty. If we can't work circles around hormonal idiots, then we're no better than those simpering fools who sit at home all day and play house maker with a bunch of simpering brats," Helen cattily replied.
Fleur made a face. It was pretty clear Helen was a complete and utter bitch. Which meant she would be impossible to deal with. Fortunately the French girls wouldn't have to live with her.
She did not envy the females on the Hogwarts staff.
Later that night Helen was promptly assigned to Ravenclaw. McGonagall was torn between being upset about the fact the girl was in a house lead by a man, and thrilled that the girl's apparently lack of concern over what was socially acceptable in proper society wasn't her problem. She didn't feel the least bit of envy towards Filius. She could already tell Ms. Crowley would be a nightmare to keep under control.
Helen Crowley had, in one short week, taken full control over the males (and a few select females) of Hogwarts. The students anyway. The male professors didn't know whether to love her because she actually paid attention to them and at least listened to instructions, or hate her because of the way she could get every single male in her year to become drooling morons.
The female professors didn't have that problem. They disliked her because while she was a confident, strong young woman, she also made the majority of the girls look bad. She never wore the Hogwarts robes, but rather scandalous clothing that just barely qualified as acceptable by Hogwart's standards. It was also very apparent the girl wasn't above using her figure and gestures to turn the boys into simpering idiots who would dance to her every whim.
The Hogwarts girls (those that were straight anyway) absolutely hated Helen. She made them look bad without even trying, and what was even worse was that she outclassed them so easily to the point where girls were openly slapping their boyfriends for starting at the American's ass when she passed by.
Helen simply loved causing chaos. The only times she didn't where when she raided the library for more books to read. Or when she easily slipped past the age line to drop her name in.
If she was going to disgrace Hogwarts, she wanted to do it in style. It would be outright hilarious to beat all the champions without even trying.
The only downside was that she was having a great deal of trouble locating those blasted shards. She already found one in the cavern under the school (hearing about the Chamber of Secrets and the diary had pointed her to that direction...luckily there was still enough trace amounts of the fragment sludge to collect) but the other one was proving a pain in the ass to find.
The only thing she had pinned down was that it was on the seventh floor somewhere behind a portrait of trolls dancing. Whoever came up with that idea was a complete idiot, in her opinion.
Seeing yet another boy walk right into a wall, Helen smirked.
Being the Queen Bitch had it's perks.