*A/n: I'm still terribly upset about the guy dying in that story. Augh! I hate when people who are meant to be together can't be. I know I shouldn't be taking this seriously but it's like I'm reliving my "I'm meant to be with him but we're not together" phase all over again. And I am SO OVER "HIM". My friends know who the "Him" is. It makes me mad because I start to re-think the breakup and AUGH! I NEED TO GET A FREAKIN' GRIP! *sniff* I need cheering up… And now that I've shared my personal insanities with the rest of the world…here's the story! (Readers please excuse my sadness).
Chapter 14: Normal Twist
It was January and about two weeks since Christmas break was over. Things were normal for Helen at Hogwarts but the toughness of the work stepped up a notch. They were making complex antidotes in potions, studying Augreys and Chizpurfles in Care of Magical Creatures, and in DADA…countercurses for complicated curses. During the time they'd usually have Legillimency and Occlumency, Helen and Harry would spend between one and two hours practicing on each other. Helen's Legillimency skills stayed the same but Harry successfully blocked Helen's probing a few times, to Helen and Hermione's delight. In Herbology the sixth years were studying Pine Stranglers, in Transfiguration they were reading about Human transformations. History of Magic was about the darkest wizards and witches of past times. Lastly in Charms they were learning how to do the Imperturbable Charm.
Helen was happy. Nothing bad had happened, nor had there been any bad news in the Daily Prophet, aside from four muggle killings. Helen and Kevin's relationship was repaired and improving even more. Nothing went wrong...except maybe a small confrontation she'd had with Cho.
Helen was walking from dinner, minding her own business.
"Cliff." Cho called. Helen turned around.
"Chang."
"Parkinson just told me you're still trying to sink your claws into Kevin."
Helen rolled her eyes. What was up with Pansy? Was she still bitter about the small provoking in Three Broomsticks? Or was it because Draco was paying less and less attention to her?
"And you believe her?" Helen asked incredulously.
"I've got good reason!" Cho shouted. "You hated the fact that I got him and you didn't!"
"Just drop the subject." Helen yawned.
"Not until I make this one thing clear...Kevin is MINE so stay away from him!"
"As if you could do anything." Helen jeered and turned away. "You're Head Girl remember?"
"Exactly! I could report you!"
"For what?" she scoffed. "Ignoring the baseless ranting of a paranoid girlfriend?"
Then the Slytherins decided to circle around the two of them.
"Hang on...Chang and Relle are an item?" came a voice from the back. The Slytherins stepped aside to let Draco pass.
"Yes actually." Cho replied.
"And here I was under the impression that Relle and Helen had a thing going on."
"See!" Cho shouted, lunging forward. Helen stood unnerved. Cho was about to wrap her hands around Helen's neck when Kevin appeared out of nowhere and pulled Cho off.
"What were you doing?" Kevin shouted.
"She's after you!" Cho yelled.
Kevin turned to Helen, whose arms were folded across her (ample) chest.
"What's going on?"
"Your girlfriend's gone mad that's what!" Helen murmured.
"I Guess Relle preferred the shorter version of Helen, cause that's what Cho is." Draco gibed.
"That's insulting, Draco." Helen grumbled.
"Ah...I'm Draco now. Not Dreeko or Draken."
"Actually I've never called you Draken but I'll remember that next time." she retorted.
"Who cares!" Cho yelled. "What's going to happen to Cliff?"
"I'm going to bed, that's what." Helen said walking away before anyone could say anything.
February was the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Quidditch match. To Helen's great pleasure Ravenclaw won. This would mean it would be Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw in the final match that would take place in May. Katie was going out of her mind and scheduling longer Quidditch practices which lead to too frequent all nighters, late night studying, and homework being completed at the last minute.
Helen rubbed her eyes. She and Kevin were the last ones in the common room. Hermione, who didn't have Quidditch, finished all her homework and both Harry and Ron had fewer classes than Helen.
Kevin was in 7th year and the poor guy had even more work than Helen so after she did her homework she tried to help him with his as much as she could. It wasn't until three in the morning that they were done.
"Thanks, Helen." he groaned. "God I'm tired! Things weren't this bad at Salem."
"Yeah and then we had two separate practices."
"No jogging tomorrow morning."
"Good. I wasn't planning to."
"Hey...I'm sorry bout Cho." Kevin apologized.
"Nah. Don't worry about it. I'd probably do the same thing...except I wouldn't have been so kind as to give a warning in advance."
"I believe that." Kevin laughed. "Nobody ever messed with a guy you liked."
Helen sighed.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Help me up." she moaned. He got up a bit shakily to his feet and extended a hand. Then he walked her up to the girl's staircase and then they said goodnight.
That's what happened sometimes on those late nights, although there was that strange time the day before when she was in the library and her fingers were killing her from writing so much and then Draco came and...
"I can fix that." Draco said.
"You" she laughed. "Umm...aren't you better at inflicting pain?"
"Don't be stubborn and accept help while I'm feeling generous." he said, taking her tired hands in his warm ones. Helen was surprised. She somehow expected him to have freezing cold hands. It was hard to remember he had blood in his veins instead of ice. He massaged both her hands for a bit and it hadn't to be the weirdest thing. Draco Malfoy...Draco Malfoy (Death Eater's son, who's father was friends with people who wanted to kill her) helping out a Gryffindor (and a friend of Harry Potter no less) and helping in THAT way?
"There." he said. Helen looked at her now tingling fingers and moved them about. She couldn't feel any pain at all. Draco really was good with his hands. Helen looked up and saw him walking out of the library. She figured it was for the best. At least it avoided the awkwardness of thanking him and admitting that it actually felt pretty good.
*A/n: Okay I decided that there would only be four possibilities for Helen's love life.
1) Stays single. 2) Kevin. 3) Harry. 4) Draco. Now...I don't want any of my characters being single but I'm thinking that maybe Helen can be single in this one and worry about relationships in 7th year but then again...Kevin won't be in the 7th which says that she and Kevin might not work because she'll probably grow closer to Harry which makes Harry alot bigger candidate for winning Helen's heart. One problem...Harry gets either Hermione, Helen, or stays single so that's a pretty complex situation. One reviewer (Not from ff.net) said she thought that Helen and Harry would get together) then there's Draco. Now if you notice...Draco calls everyone by the last name and yet he calls Helen...Helen. He doesn't call her "Cliff" and she starts calling him Draco. He's already called her "Gorgeous." and he's shown that Helen can leave him speechless. They've been in Three Broomsticks and stayed civil and they never attacked each other fiercely. My second reviewer (also not from ff.net) said she didn't want Harry and Helen together because she thought Harry should stay single and she wanted Helen and Draco to get together, which is surprising seeing as she hates Draco. I guess when it comes to Draco and Helen it's like the song by Three Days Grace called "I hate" where it goes "I hate everything about you. Why do I love you?" I thought that was cool. What do you think?
Can years of friendship keep Helen and Kevin together and possibly a couple?
Will Helen and Harry realize suddenly that them being exactly alike is a sign that they should stick together, or do opposites really attract and will love conquer all with Draco and Helen? What a freaking tumtigger! I don't know the answer myself! This whole thing is Egyptian to me! lol!
Helen yawned all the way into the Great Hall. She plopped down at the table and realized that she was so late that post had already come.
"What's in the Prophet?" Helen asked. She noticed that Hermione, Ron, and Harry had odd expressions on their faces. She pulled the copy out of their hands and read.
Minister of Magic's Abrupt Change
The Daily Prophet has been notified that the Minister of Magic has decided not to seek foreign help which we so desperately need. The minister says quote
"Our Ministry members are being killed. I have been informed that none of the other ministries would want to help us in the first place. The magical world has our assurance that we will do whatever we can to make sure that you-know-who and his bands of followers are put to justice."
More news on page 6
Helen threw the paper down in disgust. It was too good to be true that the rest of the year could possibly go uneventful. Trouble was brewing again. Things were about to happen soon. She could feel it. Later that day, when she had her first day free of Quidditch practice and homework, she went to talk to Dumbledore while Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to visit Hagrid.
"Hello." Dumbledore said. Helen could tell he looked troubled.
"Fudge isn't getting help. Typical. He isn't following what you suggested at all."
'Why do you think that is?" Dumbledore asked her.
"Who knows...Imperious Curse."
He didn't say anything. Could he really by thinking she was right about that? It was a scary thought... Voldemort taking control of someone who had the highest office in the magical world.
"Percy Weasley is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
"WHAT!"
"It's starting Helen. Your time is coming ever so quickly. Are you ready for it?"
"Alby...you're scaring me. What time? Am I ready for what?"
"For your past...present...and future to meet as one."
"Alby..."
"Helen...what do you think is your job in everything."
"To find the amulet...to find Eumaria's heir and show them where the amulet is...obviously only show them since the heir is the only one who can touch it."
"And how will you find this heir...the Sacred Keeper."
"They have a mark...Alby! Is it Harry? Is Harry the-"
"Harry's scar was from Voldemort, not birth."
"Oh yeah..."
Helen slumped over in her chair. How was she supposed to find anything when she could barely find a day to herself and if she were to look wouldn't it be at one of her houses...the winter home in Carna, Summer home in Florida, or the main house in Salem, M.A.?
"Stay optimistic." he instructed, breaking her thoughts. "Please try, Helen. Harry needs you to stay strong and to keep him together. He has Ron and Hermione but you're the only one he can identify with on a certain level. "
"I'll try."
"I know you will. Thank you."
Helen's eyes grew wide.
"You sound as if you're going away or something, Alby."
"I told you. Your time is drawing near. As that time approaches...you will have to find strength within. Just...please...no Salucidi attacks. Carry chocolate around everywhere and the potion vials from St. Mungo's."
"I will but you aren't going right?"
Dumbledore stepped from behind his desk and put a hand at on the top of her head.
"I'll be there even if you don't think I am."
Helen didn't like his answer at all. Dumbledore knew something and wasn't sharing. She could see it in his eyes.
"Alby..."
The doors blew open. Fudge and four wizards Helen couldn't recognize stormed in with their wands pointing at Dumbledore.
"What the-" Helen screamed.
Fudge turned to her with bloodshot eyes.
"Go to your dorm!" Fudge snarled in a very very terrifying voice.
"Hell no!" Helen yelled defiantly. "What crap are you trying to pull?"
"OUT!" he screamed, looking like he was going to throw her through the window.
"Helen..." Dumbledore started.
Helen stared into Dumbledore's eyes and read what he wanted her to know. He wanted her to go. Her time had come. She slowly backed into the wall and fumbled for the door knob. She walked backward out the door before one of the wizards slammed it closed. After a few seconds she heard banging and then a thump. She opened the door and saw all of wizards on the floor unconscious but Dumbledore was nowhere.
"Go." someone whispered.
Helen slammed the door and ran as fast as her feet could carry her until she collapsed on the floor, trying to breath and calm her nerves.
Draco POV
Draco was walking past the entrance hall when he saw Helen looking distraught. Hmmm. Would he torment her? Tease and poke fun at her? Just leave her be? Or would he do what he'd been having the inclination to do lately...be her knight in shining armor or however the freaked up muggles called it.
He walked over to her and hesitated before helping her on her feet. She brushed the hair out of her face and looked up at him with bewilderment and gratefulness. It was something Draco had never seen. Usually her eyes were full of cockiness or dislike when her gaze fell on him.
"It's a good to know you don't kick people when they're down." she whispered, still ready with a quick statement as always. What she said wasn't exactly true though. He should be making her miserable and instead he wasn't. Hurting people when weakened lost it's fun...that must be it.
"WHAT THE-" said a voice that belonged to Ron.
Draco looked at Ron, Hermione, and Harry and then back at Helen before realizing that when he'd helped her up he'd never let go and they were so close it looked like they were hugging. He let go of Helen like she was undiluted bubotuber pus.
"WHAT WAS THAT, MALFOY?" Harry boomed.
"Oh that's right...Potty has a soft spot for Helen." he leered.
Helen sighed. It looked like a war was about to start and now was not to time. She had to tell them what she knew.
"You guys...something awful happened. Let's go to Gryffindor Common Room."
"DRACO BETTER EXPLAIN BEFORE WE GO ANYW-"
"Harry! Ron! Trust me! The worst thing happened!" she screamed, grabbing them by the arm and steering them towards the Common room without a second glance at Draco.
"Well that's a nice way to thank somebody…" He thought moodily.
*A/n: I think working on this has successfully cured me somewhat of my "Hiro-shouldn't-have-died-because-he's-too hot" thingy. *sigh* I don't know if I can continue reading that book anymore… Okay enough rambling from me! It's 12:21 p.m. Goodnight! This story doesn't have many chapters left. I've been updating like crazy so maybe I'll slow down a bit.
