*A/n: I've plotted out most of the story so now my biggest challenge is tying it all together and coming up with the dialogue (with the snappy little comebacks and all). By the way…it takes only a few days for me to come up with a chapter but I want to post every Friday just incase I hit a writer's block (which can last me weeks) so during that time I'll be rereading and correcting to make chapters absolutely as perfect as I possibly can!
Thanks to the reviewers!
Anasazi: Hehehe. Luvin the review as always! My agreement with Paige was that she'd include me in her story and I'd include her in mine (she isn't signed up to ff.net yet) but trust me…she's nothing like the character I made her out to be (I was only supposed to make her bitchy but I kind of got carried away.). Lol.
Laura: The mystery of the ships will be revealed within a couple more chapters…I think.
K: Yup. I like your suggestion. Lol. Then again…I like the idea of Helen and Harry.
Trickster's-Lulaby: I definitely agree about Draco. This year is going to bring about changes that will make all of them grow up. For Draco it will either be fighting as a fully fledged death eater and jerk or turning over a new leaf (is that the correct expression?) and fighting for what's right, so basically he'll either get darker or lighter. That sounds odd. Lol.
Julia: Yeah…it's wild how stupid some guys can be.
Firepixie0071: Thanks for the comment (In WT). You were my first reviewer. I know you haven't read WT II yet but I always like to acknowledge every review I get!
Chapter 7: "Spells of past"
The morning started off…negatively.
Ron and Harry were being civil with each other, but their friendship was strained. Hermione was confused about the entire thing.
"Ron's really sweet and cute in the awkward sense and Harry's…well…"
"Harry," Helen finished.
"Yeah. I can't believe either of them is interested in me!"
"Oh please! You've got a good head on your shoulders; you're smart, pretty, kindhearted, and understanding. The two of them just realized what they were missing."
"Maybe they're under a spell."
"Doubt it. So who do you like more?"
"I don't know." Hermione sighed.
"Don't stress over it. It's not like you have to like them or have to pick one yet. Talk to Ron and I'll talk to Harry."
"Fine."
~*~
"Hey Harry." Helen said, sitting beside him. Harry grunted. "So how are you dealing?"
"With what?" he asked.
"The Hermione/you/Ron issue."
"There is no issue."
"So why aren't you hanging out with them then?"
Harry didn't answer.
"Are you sure you like her?"
"Yeah. And it sucks because Ron still does too. If Hermione picks one of us over the other, we may not be friends anymore. It's almost better if she liked someone else…or if Ron or I liked someone else," he stared thoughtfully at Helen.
"That would make things much simpler," Helen admitted, "Look, explain to Ron that you won't show your feelings for Hermione around him if he doesn't around you. Agree to leave it up to Hermione to decide what to do. Okay? You can't afford to lose anymore friends…not with Voldemort becoming active again."
Harry frowned. Helen had the only logical idea.
"Fine."
"Good."
~*~
In transfiguration they were doing human transformations. In Herbology they were taking care of plants that could be made into paste to heal cuts. In Charms they were practicing spells that were used in battle. Helen's week was filled up by trying to get the mokes (with Ron) to mate (they started to think Hagrid might have given them two males or something), discussing Dumbledore's Army lessons with Harry (She was sort of his personal assistant), and Friday was the day of the dreadful Quidditch Tryouts. Two surprises did come out of it though. One was Kevin's replacement (Beater position): a 4th year girl named Deidre D'Irish with muscles that rivaled some of the guys'. The second was Katie's replacement (Chaser position): a 6th year boy named Paul Welsh who was super cute and quiet, but completely focused when it came to Ginny (incidentally he was her newest boyfriend).
Gryffindor Quidditch Team
Captain and Seeker: Harry Potter
Keeper: Ronald Weasley
Beaters: Neville Longbottom and Deidre D'Irish
Chasers: Virginia Weasley, Helen Cliff, and Paul Welsh
During that week, Helen continued to avoid putting her 'plan' into action. It was unsafe. It was dangerous. It wasn't until Sunday morning's Daily Prophet headline that she realized it was risky not to follow through with her plan.
DARK MARK APPEARS OVER MARCHBANK HOME
Madam Marchbank and her family (consisting of a son and three grandchildren) were killed by Death Eaters who performed the Avada Kedavra.
More details on page 2.
Underneath was a picture of ministry wizards moving over the lifeless bodies of the victims. Helen looked up the staff table at Dumbledore, who'd been friends with the deceased. She told him wizards would soon be killed! She told him he should have given her all the information he knew!
Hermione shuffled in and plopped down next to Helen. Her hair was uncombed and her eyes had dark circles under them.
"I can't take it!" Hermione screamed (causing people near their table to edge away).
"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"Not enough sleep?" Ron concluded.
"Damn Malfoy and his troupe of skanks! I can't sleep! And it's like he has a new girl every day to beat on my door with. I almost cursed the both of them."
"You can have my bed in Gryffindor Tower and I'll stay in your Head Girl room."
*A/n: Any empty/extra beds are taken out to make more room. That explains why Hermione just couldn't go back there in the beginning.
"OMG! You'd do that for me?" Hermione screeched.
"Yeah, sure. I'm going to be doing some spells and I don't want to be interrupted so a private room works."
Helen expected Hermione to interrogate her about the spell but Hermione was so tired she just smiled and said she'd go up there that very second to sleep.
Helen excused herself to go to the library to find the various books she needed. Her plan was slowly coming her way. She spent the entire day (skipping lunch and dinner) memorizing the ancient spells so she could perform it, fully focused, without pause.
Spells for those of Ancient Blood
Warning: These spells should only be attempted by skilled wizards and witches who are worshippers of the gods and goddesses. Incorrect spell making could result in death or reincarnation of an ancient spirit into the body of the spell castor. Wands are of no use with these spells (as wands were not used by all sorcerers in those times in Egypt). There is also a price to pay…normally it is by blood.
When it came time to do it, loud banging sounded from the door. Helen tried to ignore it but it kept getting louder and louder. Finally she swung the door open and there stood a 6th year bimbo with Draco.
~*~
Draco stared at the open door expecting to see Hermione but it was Helen instead. Draco blinked twice but when his eyes opened, Helen was still there, hands on her hips, hair draped loosely down her back, while wearing a super short miniskirt (exposing more skin than Draco thought he could handle without pouncing on her that very second) and her shirt gave a whole new meaning to the words "low cut".
"Hermione isn't going to be here anymore and I'm doing some highly complicated spells so if you have hearts at all…SHUT UP! And if you don't think you have hearts then I can just rip off your lips for you," she slammed the door. Draco's companion was about to knock on the door again but Draco held back her arm.
"Don't, Samantha." Draco warned.
"Why? She's just a Gryffindor."
"Go back to your common room."
"You coming with me?"
"No!" Draco shouted. What would it take to get rid of this little floozy? Samantha growled angrily at him and left. So what kind of 'complicated spell' was Helen working on? The last image of her was still locked into his brain. Damn! Why did she have to look so good? Why couldn't she be a mudblood like Granger, or poor like Weasley, or a dumbass like Potter?
A gold light was blinking from behind the crack in Helen's door. Draco pressed his ear against the door to try and hear what she was saying.
~*~
"I am the embodiment of Isis, the epitome of right kings, the wife of Osiris, the mother of Horus. My powers of love and magic protect kings, therefore I ask for protection in all things I do. I have become a child of Isis. I call on You, Lady Isis, whom Agathos permitted to rule in the entire Black Land. Your name is LOU LOULOU BATHARTHAR THARE'SIBATH 'SICH ATHERNEBOUNI E'ICHOMO' CHOMO'THI Isis, SOUE'RI, Boubastis, EURELIBAT CHAMARI NEBOUTOS 'RI AIE' E'OA O'AI. Protect me, Great and Marvelous of the god Protect me; for I am the One Established in Pelusium."
*A/n: I kinda got most of the formatting of the spells from some Egyptian site I saw somewhere (but I shortened it up a bit).
Helen took a deep breath. Her hair was whipped about her face as she continued in a slow, steady voice.
"KOMPHTHO KOMNOUN You who shook and shake the World, You have swallowed the Ever-living Serpent and daily the Disk of the Sun and of the Moon, You whose Name ITHIOO' E'I ARBATHIAO' E', send up to me, at Night Daimon of this night to reveal to me, in a dream, the past of my ancestors so I can truly understand the future that is to come."
Helen took a strip of linen, rolled it up, poured oil on it and lit it on fire.
"HARMIOUTH LAILAM 'OUCH ARSENOPHRE' PHRE'U PHTHA HARCHENTECHTHA." Helen spoke smoothly in her Eriam language (which seemed to come natural to her). "SACHMOUNE PAE'MALIGOTE'RE'E'NCH, the One who Thunders, who has Swallowed the Serpent, the Moon, and Hour by Hour Raises the Disk of Sun, CHTHETHO'NI is Your Name. I ask You, Lords of gods, SE'TH CHRE'PS: reveal to me what I wish as I sleep."
After the spell was complete, Helen fell limply onto the floor. Her vision blurred and her senses were out of whack for a minute or so and then everything came clear again.
"Guess I'd better get to bed then," she thought to herself, aloud. Helen yawned and slid under the covers and soon dreams were upon her.
*A/n: Not my favorite chapter but it's something I have to add. To make up for it…I'll post Chapter 8 on the site too. It can be pretty confusing but I'm going to try and make it as easy to understand as possible under the circumstances.
Chapter 8: "Dreams of Past."
~*Helen's Dream*~
"Helia-su," a voice whispered.
Helen looked around but saw nothing in the darkness.
"You asked for my help, and now help shall be granted."
Helen strained her eyes to see who the speaker was. Suddenly, the darkness was replaced by a picture of the limestone slab she'd had in her house. The picture was somewhat like a movie screen (She knew what movies were because of her Mugglestudies class).
"The Stone of Wosret has been an asset to our kingdom for ages." The woman in the movie said to another girl, her daughter.
"This is the secret tool our family used to rule the Eriams?" Eumaria asked.
"Yes. Our enemies do not know that in order to use the Worset Stone, the last piece of gold must be placed by the guardian. The mark upon your neck shows that you are that guardian, and therefore it is you who is in charge of making sure they do not possess this weapon."
"Yes, mother," young Eumaria responded.
"This is what DID
happen…" the voice whispered in Helen's ear.
Shuffling was heard in the background. Eumaria and her mother glanced at each other before rushing around the Worset Stone to see what the commotion was about.
"My Queen!" a Mejia shouted, trying to restrain a man who was cursing Eumaria and her mother. "He tried to steal the Worset Stone!"
"Kill him!" Eumaria's mother shouted.
"NO! NOT MY FATHER! AIGgdiu seiie ihd!" a boy, whose face was in the dirt tried to shout (but was being beaten by another Mejia).
"Kill them both!" the Queen shouted again.
The man furiously threw off his opponent and hurled an odd sort of mist around the Worset Stone.
"Kill them! Kill them!" Eumaria cried out.
The boy escaped but his father was not so lucky. The man lay dying, and the mist disappeared, along with every one of the gold pieces that used to be in the Worset Stone.
"WHERE ARE MY PIECES?" the Queen screamed, shaking the man's body.
"Scattered around the world, where you will never find them!" he laughed. His body went limp…and he was gone.
The young boy watched this scene from the clump in the bushes. He would make the royal family pay. That was a promise.
"This is what COULD have happened." The voice replied.
"Kill them both!" the Queen commanded.
"No!" Eumaria shouted. "Put the man in the dungeon for questioning. The boy did nothing wrong."
"NOTHING WRONG? HE HAS TRIED TO TAKE THE STONE OF WORSET!"
"I am the guardian and therefore judgment should be left to me. Have the mejia do as I have asked!"
"Asii." the Queen waved her hand.
The boy was helped off his feet. Young Princess Eumaria stood in front of him.
"I have saved your father's life, as well as your own. Promise me you will not cause trouble again."
The boy considered this. The Queen was brutal, just as his father had said, and yet the Princess (future Queen of the Eriams), had spared his life by going against her mother. Perhaps she was not so horrible after all.
"I promise," he said.
"Good. Come now, I'll have someone attend to your wounds."
"Helia-su, do you understand what this means?" the voice asked as the screen became blank again.
"If Eumaria had shown mercy, the boy would not have plotted against her."
"And who is the boy?"
"Samusotepso," Helen whispered.
"Correct. Seeing as Eumaria never saw his face…he came back to the Palace after the Queen died and posed as a great healer. The two became close and as you already know…they fell in love. They were Vias, and yet because of the past…he still planned to kill her."
"What's a Via?"
"The guardians of all things sacred have marks upon their necks as you know, but their Vias have marks upon their arm."
"I repeat, what's a Via."
"The person in the life of a Sacred Keeper who is destined to either love them or kill them."
"Gee…that's great."
"You are in the same position as Eumaria was."
"Wait, you mean I have a Via too?"
"Yes."
"How do I know who it is?"
"Their arm will have a mark of the crescent moon with a star attached. It's a shame about Samusotepso and Eumaria. They were both powerful separately, but together they could have ruled over any country they wanted. Anyanka and Jonathan figured that out. That's why they are the only Vias in your family so far to have died of natural causes and not at the hands of each other. Farewell, Helia-su. You are not a worshiper of mine, so the price of your vision will be paid to me," the voice said, as it slowly grew fainter.
~*Helen awakens*~
"OH SHIT!" Helen shouted, as her eyes watered in pain. She looked down at her bloody arms which had horrible knife gashes in them. The book hadn't been kidding about blood payment. She reached for her wand and magically made bandages for both arms, noticing that the scar of the amulet Neil had carved into her arm the previous year had been reopened. She pulled a robe over herself and went to go see Madam Pomfry right away.
~*~
Helen opened up the door to the hospital wing.
"Oh no! Is Harry hurt?" Madam Pomfry assumed, rushing forward.
"No. It's just me." Helen said quietly.
"What is it? Normally students don't just walk into the hospital wing…unless you're looking for a Birth Control Potion."
"No!" Helen blushed. "Madam Pomfry!"
Madam Pomfry shrugged. "Girls your age come in here for it from time to time."
Helen took off her robe and Madam Pomfry lifted off the bandages.
"What in Godric's name happened?"
"I umm…I must have scratched myself in my sleep." Helen lied. Madam Pomfry raised her eyebrow; clearly not believe that Helen's nails could leave scratches all over her arms that were three inches long and a half inch deep. She left but returned shortly with a few ointments and Dumbledore. After she poured it on (which hurt like hell and caused Helen to start screaming like crazy), she used her wand to close up all the wounds without scaring (except the one Neil had given her). Then she left the room saying:
"You can leave when Dumbledore says you can."
Helen watched Madam Pomfry leave and then turned to look at Dumbledore guiltily.
"Am I wrong in disagreeing with Madam Pomfry that those cuts weren't caused by self mutilation?"
Helen stared at her feet.
"You do realize you could have really endangered yourself with those spells, correct?"
Helen nodded.
"Speaking of spells…I was sure you'd try the less complicated one on page 256."
Helen's head shot up. He'd been expecting her to do this?
"But you wanted the best information so I presume that is why you chose to do that one."
Helen continued to stare.
"Now do you see why I keep things to myself?"
"No." she mumbled.
"You always find a way to learn on your own. It's so much more effective to figure things out by yourself, rather than have someone tell you everything. It's good auror training."
Helen smiled.
"So what did you find out?"
"To beat the crap out of whatever cut me up."
"Isis."
*A/n: Isis happens to be a family name BUT it is also the name of an Egyptian goddess. So is Bastet.
"Look, I may be a witch but I don't believe in gods and goddesses and—"
"The gods were just ultra powerful wizards."
"Oh. Okay that makes sense."
"Aside from 'beating the crap out of someone already dead' what did you learn?"
"I found out what happened between Samusotepso and Eumaria."
"What happened?"
"He's her Via or whatever. That means they could have been all powerful and in love, or less powerful and try destroying each other."
"Who's your Via?" Dumbledore asked.
"I don't know. That isn't what's important here. The thingy in my house was called the Worset Stone or something. The gold cards were supposedly scattered all over the world."
"Eumaria's mother sent out men to find them."
"So twenty two cards are still missing right?"
"No."
"No?"
"I have a few. Voldemort has found some of the others."
"Joy. They're going to need me to place the last card in before he can get the power."
"He'll need to acquire the rest from me first."
"Oh yeah," Helen realized.
"Continue doing what you're doing. Study hard," Dumbledore patted her shoulder and walked out. "You may leave. Oh, and convince him to join you."
There Dumbledore went with his 'him' reference again. Was this mysterious 'him' her Via? And what kind of name is 'Via' anyway? Helen shook her head. Those ancient people were so weird!
*A/n: I feel like it's pretty obvious who Helen's via is so I decided to add some doubts! A Via loves or hates their Via match so it could be Kevin because he used to like her or Harry because he's good friends with her or Ron. Could be Draco. Could be Paul Welsh for that matter! Yeah… this was a short chapter. Please post any questions you have in the reviews (or email or send an IM) because it all makes sense in my own head but sometimes I wonder if I didn't explain it as well as I'd thought. Adieu.