Jekyll and Hyde
Wanda: (chuckling) Oh, I cant wait to put you in the Tri Wizard Tournament...!
Helen: (nervously) Why? Is it...dunking for apples?
Wanda: That would be nice, wouldn't it? ...But this is the wizard world we're talking about. I do not own Harry Potter.
Chapter 12: Taking Revenge
Sierra loathed how medieval the Ministry was.
She hated the look of it, she hated how self important everyone acted and how they sneered down at the obvious fact that Pettigrew was alive, continuing to question Sirius about the incident when it was clear he was innocent. Touching on painful memories over and over even when the verdict was obvious... he was going to get off, no matter how much Fudge
They didn't want to admit what they had done to him, they didn't want to own up to it.
Sierra seethed silently on this as she confunded every person who saw her making her way down to the Ministry holding cells, temporary placement before transfer to Azkaban.
Walls break, yet people stubbornly cower behind them...
Sierra clasped her gloved hands together as she made her way through the dark. The brass knuckles, she mused, weren't the best or cleanest way to go – but out of all of them, they would cause the most painful death that he couldn't be saved from.
Sure, leaving him to bleed out would have been better, but the healers would have fixed him up before he hit the two day mark.
She walked up to his door. There was little light in the basement of the building – the only sources were torches placed at every other cell. Her fists clenched convulsively before she cast the unlocking spell and stepped inside the room, letting the door slam shut behind her.
Peter squawked like a strangled parrot when he looked up and saw her. He was chained up with charmed containment to ensure he couldn't transform to escape, as illustrated when he attempted to pull away from her. The chains glowed blue and gave him a shock, causing him to fall on his face.
Sierra said nothing. She just grabbed his hair and drove her fist into his nose. The wet cracking noise echoed in the silent room.
Crack! Broken cheekbones. Blood flooded from the broken nose; Peter sputtered and whined unable to cry out. Crack! Dislocated shoulder; pushed too far back to the point of almost snapping straight off. Crack! That was the ankle, then the left foot. Crash! On both sides of the head. Deafening sound bursts eardrums.
-Vernon had knocked her over the cupboard was pitch black there was all sorts of pain. She heard her mother's cry, pleading for her life, her, the monster, the freak, she was willing to die to save her. And she wouldn't have lost her if this little bastard had just kept his mouth shut-
Crack! Crack! CRACK!
Eventually, there was very little left unbroken in Peter's body. His cries had sputtered out into pathetic whimpering after the violent onslaught slowed to a stop.
Sierra took a breath, pausing. Her cheeks were sticky and she was tired. Only the dull throb of her anger kept her going. She stepped around Peter's body and grabbed him by the neck. Focusing her magic through her hand, she wrenched upwards.
Blood sprayed across the wall as Peter's screams were cut off as his spine was ripped out in a single stroke. Sierra dropped the skull to the floor, the eyes buggy with terror still, her whole body covered in gore.
With a disinterested flick, she cleaned off her clothes with a spell before turning around and leaving the cell to rejoin her godfathers.
**Later**
"This is just temporary," Sirius said, gesturing towards the decrepit building in front of them. Sierra crossed her arms and scoffed at the address. Grimmauld place.
"For the 'greatest family' there is, they made sure to pick the shittiest house on the block." She remarked dryly.
She didn't miss the look Remus gave Sirius after she said that. If Sirius had caught on, he gave no sign of it, because he just laughed in agreement.
"You're right. I plan on changing up...maybe with a vacation home in the Bahamas." The older man said. Sierra let out a sharp laugh of her own as they stepped up onto the porch.
"Be careful not to make any noise when we pass through the hall," Remus warned her. "Sirius's mother has a portrait that will scream foul slurs at us if disturbed."
"Lovely woman," Sierra said in disgust, making a mental note to step out to the non magical section of London for some paint thinner.
Sirius sighed when they entered the kitchen and looked around. "I can't wait to get out of here," He muttered. "Doesn't look too much different from the Azkaban cells..."
Or the cupboard. Sierra thought as she examined the soot covered floor and broken table.
With a crack, a house elf appeared on the floor. He was a fifthly, old and dangerous creature, with a permanently hateful expression.
"Blood traitor master has come home, befouling the house, bringing the creature with him...and mudblood spawn, oh what would poor mistress think-"
That was as much as Kreacher managed to get out before Sierra kicked him across the room. This pair of boots had steel toes, so it was more painful than it normally would have been. He crashed against the sink, causing a pot to fall on his head once he crumpled to the floor.
"Listen up!" Sierra snapped. "You keep your mouth shut, you get to keep your windpipe. How does that sound?"
While the girl finished intimidating the old elf, Remus turned to face a stunned Sirius. "We need to talk about Helen," He said under his breath.
**Later**
The two remaining Mauraders waited until they were sure Helen had fallen asleep before heading downstairs to converse.
"I thought she was just upset about Peter...the little bastard is the reason her parents are dead..."
"That's what I thought in the beginning, but I think there's more to it than that. That's not how Helen behaves – not at all! She's quiet, gentle and timid. I've never heard her swear, and she certainly wouldn't have kicked Kreacher or threatened to maim him no matter how nasty he was to her. It's just not in her nature."
"Then – then what was all that about?"
"I don't know. There's something else – the day after she came down demanding to know why I hadn't told her about our friendship in the past, I asked her about it and she didn't know what I was talking about. It was as if she couldn't remember anything that had happened in the afternoon."
"What!? That...that can't be normal..."
"No. She tried to brush it off as stress, but not before mentioning she had experienced this before...most prominently when she lived with Lily's sister."
"Dumbledore sent her to live with them!? I met that lady once! She hated Lily and everything to do with her! She looked like she'd swallowed a lemon when Lily brought James over to the family Thanksgiving dinner!"
"I had my reservations about it, as well, but they didn't listen to me." Remus lowered his head. "They wouldn't even let me visit..."
"What!? Bullshit! You could have visited her perfectly fine three out of the four weeks of the year! Those bas-"
"You don't have to, Sirius...anyway, I did a bit of digging into the history about the Dursleys before you brought Peter into the Shrieking Shack." Remus pasued and bit his lip.
"What? What, what happened Remus?" Sirius asked in alarm. "I know that face. What did they do to Helen?"
"The police files were sealed, so I didn't get any specific details except for the most important. They were murdered three years before Helen came to Hogwarts."
"What!?"
"That's not all. Before Professor McGonagall brought her here, she had been living in a mental hospital for children."
Sirius sprang out of his chair, unleashing a long string of curses directed at Dumbledore, the Dursleys and Voldemort that would make a Navy Seal proud. Remus, knowing how fruitless it was to control the man's temper since they were children, simply sat patiently after throwing up a silencing charm around them. (for a certain painting).
"...tie his beard in a knot and strangle him with it, the bastard! He said she would be safe!"
"Sirius, calm down..."
"Calm down? Calm down!? Those bastards hurt my goddaughter! Remus, what's wrong with her?"
"The official diagnosis...according to the muggle doctors...dissociative identity disorder."
"I-I've never heard of that..."
"Neither have I...I wasn't able to look anything up in the time I had. But for now, I think we have to be careful around her."
"How...how do we treat this?"
"I don't think there's anything specific we can do...but what I read about gave us some clear cut options. No stress. Plenty of fun, relaxation, in some non cluttered place. Surround her with people she knows and likes. Things like that."
"...Great. Then the Bahamas it is."
End Chapter
Next time, Helen has some fluffy bonding with Sirius, Remus and her friends while Dumbledore plots a tri wizard tournament competition. I dunno about you, but I can't see this turning out well at all...
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