AN: Check the first chapter for disclaimers

This story is rated 'M' for a reason.

For those who have asked me what Helen looks like (or rather will look like in future), think Amber Heard & Barbara Palvin morphing into each other, but with Mahogany hair and Emerald eyes.

The rest of the week progressed normally as everyone started settling into a routine. Wednesday started slow for the first years because of their late astronomy class the night before. Helen woke up at 6:30, disgustingly late for her, and strolled into the oval, knowing none of her dorm-mates would be getting up anytime soon. She started working on her enchanting project, inscribing in the runes for its primary function. She worked on it for 45 minutes before putting it away.

Helen elected to ease off a bit after that and relaxed on the sofa. Her dorm-mates found her daydreaming a few hours later, while still in her nightie. She joined them and they got ready for the day, going to the great hall for a late breakfast.

Soon the rest of the week passed and on Sunday, Helen reflected on her first week in Hogwarts. She had enjoyed toying with Snape's emotions for the second time on Wednesday, and had avoided eye contact with Quirrell altogether. Helen had decided to deviate from her modus operandi of under performing in lessons and started going all out in rest of the classes went normally and the students were given a few assignments to complete. In herbology, Sprout had given Helen 30 points for handing over a pair of dragonhide gloves. Everyone knew it was for saving Hannah.

Due to her light schedule for the rest of the week, Helen ended up with a lot of free time and used it to work on her extra-curricular activities.

Padma started teaching Helen Sanskrit on Friday and the Indian girl was surprised by the rapid pace at which Helen grasped the language. She obviously didn't know of the benefits of Occlumency, having never even heard of it. Helen decided not to enlighten Padma and simply let her think that she had an aptitude of languages.

Yesterday morning Helen had completed her second ritual. She had snuck into the room of requirement early, as was routine for her by now. The ritual was an Akkadian one and required commonly found ingredients with one exception, Jazbay grapes. Jazbay grapes were a magical fruit that grew only in the highlands near Aleppo in Syria, where the ancient Akkadian Empire once existed. Helen had to owl order them from a specialist provider based in Liverpool.

The aptly named magic fortification ritual permanently strengthened the users magic. This ritual was usually performed periodically over a few years, enhancing the natural growth of the magical core. Anyone could perform this ritual, but like most rituals, this too gave the best results when used at an early development stage. Tom Riddle never performed this ritual because there were darker alternatives available for it, which gave faster results but with side-effects in the form of disfiguration. This was unacceptable for Helen who knew full well how powerful a tool her beauty was.

The ritual wasn't too complex and in contrast to her last one, was quite safe, with only one temporary side-effect of magical exhaustion. It was for that reason Helen did the ritual on Saturday.

The magical core was one of the most misunderstood concepts in the wizarding world. People thought of it as a source of magic inside their body, but in reality it was more of a battery. Wizards and witches didn't generate any magic, rather their body stored what it absorbed from the environment. It was the size of the storage as well as the rate at which they could use the stored magic that determined the strength of a wizard. A wizard who had a large amount of storage but couldn't use the magic at a quick rate would be a waste of potential. Similarly, another wizard who could use magic quickly but had a small capacity would end up exhausted within minutes of any prolonged magical endeavor.

The rituals she had done so far addressed both the factors. The first ritual improved her channels which would increase the threshold of the rate she could use magic (i.e. she could now use more magic per unit time) while also increasing the efficiency and the second one increased her magical storage capacity or the 'magical core'.

Squibs were a bit of an anomaly, by being on one extreme end of the spectrum. They had a magical core but had no magical channels. This was the reason they could perceive and see magic but couldn't perform it. They couldn't even make potions as a potioneer contributed a bit of their magic to act as a catalyst in the reactions of the ingredients. Muggles didn't have any magical core at all.

Helen had also continued with her physical training, altering between swimming, yoga and aerobics to keep herself in top shape. She planned on adding in some form of martial arts to her repertoire later on. Helen deliberated on asking Su about it, while also trying to convince her to teach her Cantonese. Being a member of the Tang dynasty, Su would certainly know Cantonese as it was one of the oldest dialects of old Chinese still in use and the closest one could get to the ancient Chinese language.

Chinese wizards in the past had dabbled extensively into alchemy in order to find some source of immortality for their emperors. They were unsuccessful as far as it's known but their knowledge was still deep and immense.

Helen had also completed her little enchanting project and she now possessed a scrying portal, which she planned on installing in the forbidden third floor corridor. The portal had a simple design, consisting of two wooden square panels, one larger than the other. The smaller one would act as the 'camera' part and would be installed in the location it was meant to observe, while the bigger one was for viewing what was happening in the vicinity of the 'camera'.

It had taken Helen the whole week as she wanted to make the receiver completely undetectable to everyone but herself. The portal also had an alert system in place, so that it would notify Helen whenever someone walked in the corridor and it would automatically record up to 15 minutes of footage of each such occurrence. The actual enchanting part of the project took a whole day as she had to put in multiple functions in the 3 inches by 3 inches small wooden panel.

The panel was completely covered with runes, including recording runes, a rune for data storage, runes for damage resistance, runes to pull ambient magic to power it up and anti-detection runes. The 'viewing' tab had much less work done in comparison, with a variation of the protean charm, some notice-me-not charms and a password protection. Helen would be placing the recording device early in the morning tomorrow.

For now though, Helen was relaxing by the great lake with her friends. The group included Helen, Padma, Mandy and Lisa from Ravenclaw, Susan and Hannah from Hufflepuff and Daphne and Tracey from Slytherin. Morag still had to complete her assignments so she decided to stay behind. Su stayed too because she wanted to get ahead in her reading. Unfortunately, they couldn't find Hermione in the great hall so the group went on without her. Helen knew that the friendships people formed with her now would be a vital foundation in creating an inner circle of loyal followers later in life.

She was broken out of her train of thought by a yelp from Tracey. The giant squid had decided to come out and play close to them while Tracey had her feet in the water. Helen laughed at friend's fright and told her that the creature was very friendly. Tracey was still not convinced, so Helen chose to have some fun in order to ease her distress. She transfigured her under garments into a modest bikini and removed her outer clothes. Before the others even realized what she was planning, Helen ran up to the water and with a great exhilaration, dove in the lake. Her friends were flabbergasted as they saw their friend playing with a squid twenty times her size. They did ease up after a few minutes when they realized that the squid was indeed friendly but still couldn't summon the courage to get in the lake. They did caress the tentacle which deposited their friend back on the rock they were lying on.

Thoroughly satisfied, Helen dried herself and put her clothes on. She then laid down on the rock with her friends and enjoyed the sun till lunch. At lunch, she sat with Morag and Su, both having completed their respective work in time. Morag was excited as the Quidditch tryouts were announced for coming Saturday. Helen was already planning to try for the seeker position. Professors Flitwick and Hooch, on separate occasions, had 'suggested' to try for the team, assuring her that the no broom rule for the first years wouldn't be a problem.

Next week went more or less the same as the first one. Helen had planted her 'camera' portal on the side wall next to the Ceberus's door early in the morning on Monday. So far, only a few curious students had approached the corridor.

She had also met with the infamous Weasley twins during a lunch break and unlike their brother she liked them right from the start.

They had approached Ravenclaw table and stood in front of her.

"Good morning..." Twin on the left began.

"Is it still morning?" the twin on the right interjected.

Checking his watch the left one replied "It's 11:59, so yes it is still morning."

"Oh! alright then" said right twin.

Cleaning his throat the left one continued, "As I was saying, before my slightly handsomer brother intervened. Good morning, miss Potter, I'm Fred."

"And I'm George, the handsome brother." The right one added

"And we are the Weasley twins! at your service." they finished simultaneously with an exaggerated bow.

"Good morning, Mr. Fred and George Weasley," Helen replied amused with their antics "How can I help you?"

"We heard that our brother tried harassing you..."

"And you put him down in his place..."

"with just a few words..."

"Which we doubt he actually understood..."

"slightly dim, our brother is..."

"dropped on his head too many times when he was young..."

"might even be our fault..."

"But anyways..."

"Yes, anyways..."

"We congratulate you..."

"and will try to talk him into not bothering you again..."

"And if that fails..."

"We'll enjoy pranking him mercilessly."

Helen grinned at them "Thank You...?"

"No, thank you, my lady" replied Fred

"Now, if you would excuse us," said George

"We have a wayward brother to find, Shall we?" Fred said turning to his twin

"Indeed, we shall, my slightly smarter brother" George replied and they were off.

Her classmates looked on in surprise and astonishment, while Helen continued giggling girlishly for the next few minutes.

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It was Saturday morning and time for Quidditch tryouts. Helen had been up early to do some light yoga in order to stretch and loosen her muscles. She had decided to try for the seeker spot in the team. After eating a light breakfast, the emerald eyed girl joined the rest of her house out on the quidditch pitch. She was dressed in muggle sportswear, black short sleeved T-shirt and tight pants with a robe over it and sport shoes on her feet. She also spotted professor Flitwick sitting in the stands, watching the proceedings.

There were two spots open in the team, with one of the chasers and the seeker having left last year. The newly appointed captain and one of the chasers was a 5th year, Robert Hilliard. He had a muscular build and a mind for strategy. The other chaser was Roger Davies, a 3rd year. He had dark hair and blue eyes, and was a bit of a Casanova. Helen had to admit that he was handsome, if a bit too sure of himself. The most senior member of the team was Eliza Doyle, she was the beater from 7th year and her partner was Chester White from 5th year. Their keeper was the young but talented 4th year Ethan Taylor.

Hilliard quickly had the hopefuls gather at the edge of the pitch, while the rest of the house went up to the stands. "We do things a bit differently in Ravenclaw." he eyed Helen and Morag, who were new to the process. "Before you even get a chance to tryout we'll be doing a basic physical test to make sure all of you are up to scratch".

"First of all, you have to complete a 1.5 mile run around the pitch in under 20 minutes or you'll be disqualified." Several of the hopefuls looked nervous at this and even Morag looked unsure. "Alright get ready" He set his watch and raised his wand in the air, "Set and Go!" a bang omitted from his wand and they were off.

Within minutes it was clear that about half of the hopefuls wouldn't make it as they huffed and puffed along the perimeter of the pitch. Soon people were dropping off left and right and a few stubborn ones even fainted after over exerting themselves. Helen had an easy time with the run, which while wasn't her normal form of exercise, was still easy enough for her physically fit body. She had already finished the distance by the 16th minute, along with a few senior years. Morag and Cho Chang were the last to finish under the qualifying time as they barely managed to do so with a last 100m sprint and promptly collapsed afterwards.

"Now, you have 2 minutes of rest" Hilliard said, addressing the 10 qualified candidates. "Then you'll have the second round of qualifications where you have to fly 10 laps around the Quidditch pitch within 3 minutes" at this the candidates looked confident but Hillard wasn't finished. "You have to fly around the pitch, on a school broom." He said, smirking evilly. The previous set of confident looks were replaced by horror struck ones.

He had them do the laps one by one and despite the earlier looks of horror, only two candidates were disqualified at the end of it.

After assembling the final 8 contenders he explained, "We have two openings in the first team and two as the reserves. The first team openings are for the position of seeker and a chaser, as you already know. The reserve openings can be for any position though we prefer to fill these positions with players who can play in multiple positions. Any questions? Excellent, then first the chaser tryout will begin and the seeker tryout will be held after that. The reserves will be chosen last by the team based on overall performance."

Helen and a fifth year boy, who was also here only for the seeker spot sat out and watched the chaser trial for the next hour. In the end, Cho Chang was selected for the position after showing an excellent overall performance. Morag put up a good show but fell just short.

Next, Helen and the 5th year boy were called up for the seeker trial. Cho decided to join them as she wanted to be the reserve seeker. Hilliard then explained the trials to them. They would all be flying at the same time and had to catch as many snitches as they could. Every round the number of snitches would be decreased and the difficulty would be increased by adding other elements into the game.

The tryouts began with 10 snitches and they all collected a relatively even amount, with the fifth year boy collecting 4 and the girls collecting 3 each. The boy had a smug look on his face and was flying around with some swagger now. Helen had the disadvantage of being on a school broom but she managed.

In the next round a beater and a bludger was introduced to make things difficult and the snitches were reduced to 6. This time around as well all three seekers managed to get 2 each, though the boy barely managed to get his second before Cho or Helen could swipe it. He managed to stay even only because of his superior broom and from his nervous looks, he knew it. .

In the next round, both the beaters and bludgers were present and only 3 snitches were released. With increased difficulty, it was clear that the boy was not going to make it and Helen was by far the best flyer among the three. In spite of being at disadvantage due to her poor broom, she managed to catch all 3 of the agile balls with Cho putting up a good fight and the boy far away on each occasion.

Despite it being clear at this stage that Helen was the best candidate, the last round was still held. Now the whole team was in the air all playing as beaters and only 1 golden snitch was released. After many evasions and near catches, Helen caught the elusive ball and held it high in the air.

In the end the team was complete with Hilliard, Davies and Chang as chasers, Doyle and White as beaters, Taylor as keeper and Helen as the youngest seeker in a hundred years. Cho got the reserve seeker spot and Morag, to her surprise, got the other reserve spot.

After congratulating the team, Hilliard informed that the practice will be held in the evenings during the week and a weekly strategy session will be held every Saturday. He then pulled Helen away and started walking towards Professor Flitwick who congratulated her on a successful tryout. The professor and the captain then told her of their plan of getting her a decent broom and Helen had to admit it was worthy of a Slytherin.

Later on after dinner, there was a small party in the common room in the honor of the newest members of the quidditch team. The fifth year boy, whose name was Henry Fawley, was visibly upset and nursing a drink in the corner while leering at Helen with hooded eyes.

Helen was enjoying the party with her friends and fellow teammates. Cho had stuck with her as the party was mainly in their honor. She found that despite being a gossip, Cho was rather intelligent and almost top of her class. Several members of the house had come to congratulate Helen on becoming the seeker and complemented her flying. There were doubts about her broom but she and the captain just smirked whenever they were asked about it. The rest of the team didn't know what was going on about that either.

Morag was also garnering some attention for being selected as a reserve. She was slightly disappointed on not making the first team but was honored to be part of the squad. She was determined to get selected next year but that didn't stop her from enjoying the attention vested upon her.

Someone brought in a wireless and the music soon prompted people to start dancing. Helen, being the person of honor, as well as being the girl-who-lived, was the most sought after dance partner. She, of course, graciously accepted all the invitations and danced with most of the house. She used this opportunity to look into the minds of unsuspecting partners and stoked up the admiration and trust they had for her a bit.

As she was resting for a bit after her latest bout of dancing, another boy approached her from behind. "You sure seem happy after stealing my position on the team" Fawley said in an insinuating tone. Turning around she found him scowling at her, "You only got into the team due to your fame, Potter!" he spat.

His breath smelled of alcohol and he appeared drunk as well. Her mood now fouled, Helen scathingly replied, "Don't blame your lack of talent on me. I got the position after beating you fair and square."

Fawley turned purple in anger, but before he could utter more than a "Bitch...", Hilliard and White were there and bodily dragged their year-mate to the dorms, with White apologizing on his behalf, "I think he has had too much to drink and he doesn't know what he's saying" as he tugged the struggling boy up the stairs. Helen was incensed but knew that nothing good would come of her exploding here.

Spirits now soured, the party started to wind-up. Penelope approached Helen to assure that nobody believed what Fawley said and she had indeed gotten in the team based on her skill and talent. Hilliard came back downstairs soon, "We had to stun him to stop him from coming back. He's been trying out for the team since our third year and had thought that this year was his chance, only for you to show up" he said smiling at her, showing he didn't mean it in a bad way. He continued, "but that shouldn't excuse his rude behavior. Unfortunately, he's the envious type, so it's unlikely his opinion would be changed tomorrow, but we'll make sure he doesn't bother you. I'm sorry you had to go through that experience."

Helen smiled at him, "You don't have to apologize, you weren't the one being rude."

Sighing she continued, "It was bound to happen though." Seeing his confused expression, she explained, "Someone was going to bring up me being the 'girl-who-lived' for getting selected sooner or later" before Hillard could object, she continued, "I know and you know that I got selected only after putting in my best effort, but most of them don't and they are going to assume that I got in due to my fame."

Thinking a bit Hilliard stated confidently, "Well, you'll prove them wrong by catching the snitch in the match." Helen gave him an appreciative smile and he soon left wishing her a goodnight.

Helen's smile slipped as soon as he was gone. She wasn't going to let this slight go, drunk or not. She went upstairs with her friends, who were upset as well but were placated by Penelope's and Hilliard's words. Shortly, Helen had changed in her night clothes and was reading, curled up on an armchair.

Soon, her friends went to sleep and she was left alone in the oval. Helen waited for another hour to make sure everyone was asleep and got up from her chair. She went out of the oval and slipped into the fifth year one, making sure no one was awake. She quickly found Fawley's room and entered inside, locking the door behind her. Helen then put up some privacy and muffling wards, finally turning her attention to her quarry. Hilliard and White, it seemed, weren't too pleased with him, as he was lying in an uncomfortable angle, seemingly being thrown in and left there.

She levitated him into an upright position, leaned his head against the headboard and petrified him with a 'Petrificus Totalus'. She took off her robe, sat on the chair by the bed and rennervated him.

Fawley woke up groggily and found himself in his bed. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found a vision of the perfect beauty sitting next to him. She was scantily clad in a thin nightgown that left most of her thighs and shoulders bare, and he could see the online of her breasts through the sheer material. Dark red hair cascaded down her back in beautiful waves and her stunning emerald eyes were focused on him. He already felt himself getting aroused by the tempting sight in front of him as the girl's lips turned upwards in an alluring smile.

Suddenly, he registered the 'emerald eyes!' and focused on her face. Helen Potter was sitting in his room and the expression on her face that he had thought was alluring was something else. It was of a predator that had just trapped its prey into a corner. He tried speaking up, but realized he couldn't move.

Helen was amused by the tightening of his pants. She recognized that she would be quite an enticing sight in her barely there attire and smirked nastily when he finally comprehended what a horrible bind he was in. She let him simmer for a while, enjoying his terror.

Finally, she leaned forward and spoke in an ominously low voice, "You didn't think you could get away with insulting me, could you?"

She saw the look in his eyes and laughed cruelly, "You did! you ignorant pest. How cute."

She caressed him with her wand and whispered, "Now, we can't have that, can we darling?", and removed all his clothes with a wave of her wand.

Looking at his erection she continued in the same tone, "What do we have here? Someone is having naughty thoughts." She put a finger on it's tip and slid it downwards "more toys for me to play with" she said seductively.

Fawley looked surprised at the change of tone and at her action. His eyes slowly got an aroused look the further her finger moved. She reached the base, then suddenly seized his balls and squeezed hard.

She could see the pain in his eyes and could feel him struggling in pain even if he couldn't react physically. "What? You thought I was going to service you? Bring you pleasure? You really are an idiot, aren't you?"

She let go and continued her caressing. "I've been meaning to practice my healing spells but couldn't find suitable subjects." Looking him directly in the eye and spotting the terror, she smirked "Thanks for volunteering."

Then she started making small cuts all over his body and healing them with simple 'episkey's and other minor healing charms. His tool got special attention which she kept hard throughout with occasional fondles, making several small cuts on it and healing them.

Now confident with her basic healing, Helen started making deeper cuts, occasionally hitting muscles, tendons and even major arteries. She would immediately cast the 'Prope vulneribus' spell, an advanced healing spell whenever she hit an artery, she didn't want him to bleed out and die on her. For muscles and tendons she would let him suffer for a bit before healing him. Once satisfied with her proficiency of the spell, she moved on to the last course.

She took aim and casted 'Afflicto' the bone breaking curse on his left forearm, breaking both the forearm bones cleanly. She had to make the break clean or it couldn't be mended with a spell and would require Skele-Gro. She didn't want an unexplained injury on him which could cast even a sliver of doubt on her.

Ignoring the tears rolling down his face, she carefully checked the alignment of the broken halves of the bones. Satisfied, she casted the bone mending spell 'emanturligna ossa' and observed the results. The mend was clean and the alignment was perfect.

Her work done she leaned back and let go of his dick. "What, did you think I was going to finish you off?" she scoffed.

She got up "Unfortunately, I can't let you remember our 'date'. Can't have you ratting me out now, can I?" she said with a smile and pointed her wand at him, "Obliviate"

She removed the complete memory except for the feeling of terror whenever he thought of her. Stunning him, she vanished whatever blood that was spilled and waved her wand over his clothes, putting them back on him. From her robe she pulled out a vial of blood replenishing potion and transferred the contacts directly into his stomach. Giving the room a once over and removing her wards, she donned on her robe, cancelled the petrification spell and slipped out. Silently, she went back to her room and laid down for the night.

As she waited for sleep to come, she contemplated on what she had just done. Helen didn't really had a desire to torture the idiot, well, may be a little, but she was actually more interested in improving her understanding of the healing spells. She had wanted to try more but assessed that it might cause some lasting damage that she wouldn't be able to heal completely. So she had terminated her practice session and left after administering the blood replenishing potion just in case. She would have to find some other way to practice more advanced healing spells.

Soon, Morpheus took her in his arms and she knew no more.

I actually wrote a much darker scene earlier but then realized that it would be too much for just being called a bitch, so I toned it down. If you don't like it, you should stop here and don't bother reading the future chapters because it will get darker. I have put up Helen as Dark for a reason in the summary just as I have said that this story will have gory details.

R&R please.

P.S.: Hopes someone finds the Skyrim reference :P