Chapter Twenty-Six: Dark Day

"Wake up. . .come on, Helene wake up."

Helene opened her eyes when she practically heard Draco screeching at her. She really needed to work on her bedside manner. Helene immediately sat up and she realized how bad that idea had been. She had been lucky that Draco had managed to get her a trashcan before she threw up all over the floor.

Helene could feel her cheeks turn red with shame. She hated throwing up, she especially hated throwing up in front of people. She grabbed a tissue and wiped her mouth. "Sorry."

Draco rolled her eyes. "Please, you've been knocked out for four days. The Healers had said that this would happened. I think you should be grateful that you aren't dead after your incredible stupid move."

"Yeah," Helene trailed off. It had been a rather stupid move, trying to destroy the Golden Pyramid. She had gotten a little too cocky, not to mention that the paranoia and fear had gotten in the way of her sanity. She looked around the tiny room and recognized the baby blue walls with the small portraits that represented St. Mungo's.

She saw one of the healers helping a patient walk wearing the uniform that Helene had worn a few months ago before this whole mess had happened. It seemed like she hadn't worn that uniform in forever. The uniform was still neatly packed among her things, she had been planning on returning to work, but then she had meet and gotten married to Tony, and she had been dragged into the entire mess.

"Here," Draco handed her a glass of water and she sipped on it. She saw that Draco was biting her lip and she kept looking at the doorway as if wanting someone to show up. "What?" she said. "Draco is something wrong? Did anyone get hurt?"

"No, well yes. . .but you're the only person that got hurt." Draco fumbled with her words. "I should go get a healer so that they can explain it to you."

"I don't want a healer to explain it to me, I want you to explain it to me," Helene snapped. "What the bloody hell happened, Draco? And don't sugarcoat it."

Draco sighed, but she looked at her straight in the eye and for that Helene was slightly grateful. "Do you remember how you tried to destroy the Golden Pyramid? Well, apparently you can't destroy it with magic, at least not our kind of magic we need the dark magic that Wells practiced."

"And?" Helene asked impatiently.

"When you hit the pyramid with your spell, it bounced back that's why you where unconscious. I don't know how it happened, but your spell must have hit the arrow on the pyramid, that was the bright light. With the spell you moved the arrow to the section where it controls magic and none of us noticed and you were passed out and then we had to transfer you to St. Mungo's-" she started babbling. "And Kingsley and the others destroyed it on the first day, but that was before-"

"Before what?" she said tightly.

Draco looked at her feeling exhausted. "The arrow was pointed to the section that controls magic, the section in where magic is removed from a witch or wizard. The Healers didn't noticed until yesterday when they saw a picture of the Golden Pyramid before it was destroyed, they noticed that the arrow was moved. They think Helene that you lost your magic for good when the arrow was changed when it was hit with your spell and it targeted you- and we can't move the arrow to bring your magic back because the stupid thing was destroyed."

Helene stared at Draco in horror as she shook her head. Lose her magic? Was that Draco's idea of a sick joke? She had only been trying to help. "My wand, where is my wand?" she finally saw it on the table. "Accio vase." She pointed to the vase, but it didn't move. Her wand didn't even let out a spark.

"Maybe my wand is broken, maybe I need a new one-" she tried to keep her voice from shaking.

"Helene," Draco said tightly. "You need to calm down."

Helene threw the wand on the floor. "No, what I need you to do is for you to bring me a new wand because I can't be human!"

Samuel G. Quahog cleared his throat. He was sitting in his office at the Magical Congress of the United States of America. Dozens of wizards and witches photographers for several newspapers and magazines were shouting questions at him.

"Please, be silent, I will answer all of your questions." Samuel said. "The wizarding community has nothing to fear. Wells has been sentenced to receive the Dementor's kiss and as I am speaking the dementors are performing said kiss. We are grateful to the wizarding folks in England who have helped us in this task. I am pleased to inform you that the Golden Pyramid has been destroyed and it will no longer be used to carry out evil deeds."

"What about Helene Potter?" a mousy hair reporter squeaked. "The girl who lived?"

Samuel looked uncomfortable. "Mrs. Potter-Stark is recovering at St. Mungo's, the important thing is that she is healthy and expected to make a full recovering. We are grateful to the contributions that she and Miss Malfoy have made in Wells' capture and we wish them nothing but the best."

Tony rubbed his temples as he and Steve waited in the St. Mungo's waiting room. "What am I supposed to tell her, Rogers? She lost her magic-"

"You don't know that."

"Uh, yes we do. Even the healers confirmed where the arrow was pointed at. Helene's going to lose it, she has had magic since she was eleven."

Steve interrupted him again. "Tony, what we saw was a picture. It probably was blurry or-" he trailed off. "Would being human really be so terrible?"

Tony rolled his eyes. "That would be like me removing the super serum from you. The problem is that there is no scientific experiment that can get Helene's magic back. What could I possibly say to her?"

Steve looked at him with pity. "Whatever she needs to hear."

"Tony, Steve," Thor interrupted their conversation. A bunch of female healers were staring at him in awe. "I have informed the rest of the residents of the tower of Lady Helene's predicament. They wish her nothing but the best as do I."

Tony nodded. "Thanks for that, Thor."

"There is something else," Thor said. "Dr. Banner has left, he didn't tell anyone where he was going. All he said was that he needed a change."

Steve looked surprised. "But why, the ministry knew he was being mind control. They are not going to punish him."

"I tried to explain him that, but he feels that Lady Helene will blame him for what occur."

"It wasn't his fault," Steve quipped.

"Tony," Draco interrupted the conversation. "Helene woke up and I told her the news. She didn't take it well. You should see her."

-End of Chapter Twenty-Six-

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