~Helga~
One of the archeologists was redheaded, with long, curly tendrils that flew freely behind her. She had shocking blue eyes, the kind you never see except once in a hundred years, so crystaline and pure. Her skin was fair, with a splattering of soft freckles across her nose. Her body was willowy, long boned and slender. This pretty, innocent-looking young woman of twenty two years gasped. It was perfection, beautiful. Without a word to her comrades, Helga started moving toward the pasture.
The barn and silo, the white washed fenced in paddy, the little cabin... it fit. She had dremt of a quiet life, tending her animals with a large family and loving husband. Oh, they were never rich, but they were happy. She loved having a house away from the castle, away from the students, and the hustle and bustle of others' lives. She didn't like being in the castle, because while that was where she worked - and she did so love her job - this is where she lived, was able to get away from it all. She had dremt of all that, like she had really lived it. She massaged her temples, and proceeded on. It all seemed like a vague memory...
She entered the barn in wonder. It was so huge, like the cavern. And like The Place, the inside of the barn seemed impossible to fit if judging by outward appearances. The smell was rich with the sweet hay in the loft and the grain in the bins. But what shocked her were the animals. In their seperate pens were all sorts of creatures, creatures she had never seen the likes of before.
Instead of a horse, there was an animal with a horse's back quarters, a lion's front quarters, and a bird's head. Something in her mind whispered "hippogriff". What a name! Checking back outside to see if the gates were all closed in the pasture, she released the gate that held the hippogriff in the barn. She smiled as in ran about - and then realized it had wings. What if it flew away? But no sooner had she thought the question than had she shot it down, knowing somehow that if it did it would return.
Feeling satisfied, she turned to the other animals. There was an animal that somewhat resembled a pig. It had the head and tail, but was soft looking and furry. It might have been a cat's body, maybe, just a little bigger than normal. And come to speak of it, the pig's head and tail were just a little smaller. She, the Porcapurt, had several babies, all lined up, noses to her belly. Helga smiled, and got some fresh hay down for their bedding.
As she turned around, taking in all the different animals, she gasped. There was a life-size portrait hanging nest to the loft, and they were moving! She nearly screamed when they all turned into humans. Instead, she just fainted.
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"Moony, is she alright?"
"Who is she?"
"She reminds me of Helga."
That woke her up. As she sat up, she realized she was sitting in the loft, in a bed of hay. It was very comfortable. As she glanced back over to the portrait, however, there was no one in it. They were all here, sitting around her. "My name is Helga." She stated.
"What?" They all were interested.
"I have to say, this is all very odd to me... what - sorry, that's rude of me - who, are you?"
"I am James Potter. Before you saw me as a stag, in the picture."
"Sirius Black, at your service. I am the adorable dog you couldn't take your eyes off of."
"My name is Peter Pettigrew. I was the rat."
"My friends call me Moony. My name is Remus Lupin, and I..."
"It's alright, I know." Helga said. "You're a warewolf."
"You aren't afraid?" Remus gasped.
Helga thought for a moment. "For some reason, no offense, no. I seem to know you... I seem to know everything here. Oh, this is a good dream."
The four looked at each other. "You aren't Helga Hufflepuff?"
"No, but my name is Helga. You all have more than one name... curious. I don't. I am Helga 4985362. I am an archeologist."
"The Prophecy!" The four all whispered excitedly among themselves. James cleared his throat. "There will be four, when all is finished, who will come to discover the past. They will come to A Place where magic never faltered, and will understand the Fault. They will, together, raise the magical world once again, beginning with those who began The Place of Knowlegde and Hope."
"There are four of us, here, in This Place. Where, may I ask, is Here?" Helga asked.
"We'll have to start from the beginning... she probably doesn't even understand what is going on around her."
Peter began. "This Place, this is Hogwarts. It is a school. To teach magical children how to use thier magic."
"Magic?"
"Um... Well, there has always been, or maybe used to be in your case, two worlds. One consisting of Muggles, one consisting of Magicals. Witches and Wizards. Not actually two seperate worlds, but the Muggles - non magical people - never really knew about the magicals. Not until the end." He said darkly.
"This is one of the many schools that taught the young witches and wizards. We were students here, in the 1960s."
"The 1960s! But... it's year 3140!"
"That makes sense." Sirius said.
James stared at him. "Sirius, what are you on? She's telling us that we've been dead a really long time..."
"No, it makes sense because Hogwarts was built in year 200. Take the year now, take off 200 years, and divide that by 2. That was our ending year, 1970."
They all looked guiltily away from one another. Peter whispered, "We were the ones who set it all in motion."
"What?" She asked.
They sighed. Remus said, "You have a lot to learn."