Ila's Tell-Tale Heart

"That son of a -"

"Ron," Hermione said testily. They were trudging through the snowy grounds to get to Hagrid's Hut, where their Care for Magical Creature's lesson would take place, as Ila retold Ron and Hermione the story of what happened a few nights ago with Malfoy.

"What Hermione? Who the hell does he think he is telling Ila of all people that he's angrier at Him? Up until a few weeks ago, he probably didn't care about what He's done to people." There was still some animosity between the two friends, but they were doing a good job hiding it from Ila.

"Did he mean it?" Hermione asked Ila. "All of it? Did he do all of it?"

"Sounded like he meant," Ila replied, staring at the white snow beneath her. "He was pretty angry when he spoke."

"But it's Malfoy," Ron said as if it was enough of a re-buttle on its own. "He's clearly lying to save his own arse."

"That's a lot of lies to think of on the spot," Ila said.

"You seriously don't believe him, do you?"

"If he's telling the truth then…that would change so many things…" Hermione whispered to herself.

"Like what? Go on, share to the class what you thought of."

But before Hermione could say anything, Ila's entire bag had split, causing her parchment to roll down the hill while her ink pots smash and stained the white snow.

"You've got to be kidding," Ila muttered to herself as she picked up her pots, careful of not wanting to prick her fingers on the sharp glass. "Can you guys get my things at the bottom please?"

As her two friends left Ila to whisper angrily to herself, a pair of shoes appeared in front of her. For a moment she thought it was Draco but looked up to Cedric smiling down at her. He bent down and helped her pick her things.

"I didn't realise this would happen," he told her, though it sounded like he was telling this to himself more. "I s'pose I should have taken the hill into account."

"I guess I deserved it since I did the same," Ila said, staring at the ink-stained snow as she picked up her things. "But I did give you a clue so…it balances it out."

"Have you figured anything out about the egg?" he asked as he mended Ila's ink pots.

"Have you?"

"I asked you first Ila," he said.

"So?"

"So, it means you have to tell me first. It's practically an unspoken rule."

"Haven't even gotten an idea," she said, letting him win. "What about you?"

Cedric didn't speak, mending Ila's final inkpot and handing it to her. He stood up and held a hand to Ila. She took it, ignoring the jolt in her arm. Or stomach. Or…everywhere. He pulled her close, bending down lean in her ear. What was he doing? And why did feel like she could melt away into the snow? She was supposed to be over this. Over him. She's not supposed to still like –

"Take a bath."

"What?"

Just like that, the warm, fuzzy feelings dissolved into…darkness and despair.

"Not like that," he said quickly, seeing her reaction. "I mean…take a bath and – er – take the egg with you too and…just mull things over in the hot water. It'll help you think…Trust me."

Ila stared at him.

"Tell you what, use the prefects' bathroom. Fourth door to the left of that statue of Boris the Bewildered on the fifth floor. Password's 'pine fresh'…. Anyway, gotto go, Snape'll kill me if I'm late again."

He grinned as he left a bewildered Ila to walk down the rest of the hill by herself. When she arrived, she was even more confused as standing in Hagrid's spot, stood an elderly witch with closely cropped grey hair and a very prominent chin standing.

"Hurry up, now, the bell rang five minutes ago," she barked at her as she struggled toward her through the snow.

"Who're you?" Ila, staring at her. She scanned over the class. "Where's Hagrid?"

"My name is Professor Grubbly-Plank," she said briskly. "I am your temporary Care of Magical Creatures teacher."

"Where's Hagrid?" Ila repeated loudly.

"He is indisposed," Professor Grubbly-Plank said shortly. Soft and unpleasant laughter reached Ila's ears. She turned; Pansy Parkinson and the rest of the Slytherins were joining the class. All of them looked gleeful, and none of them looked surprised to see Professor Grubbly-Plank.

All but one.

"Come this way," she instructed and walked off around the paddock where the Beauxbatons horses were shivering. Ila caught up to Ron and Hermione and followed her, looking back over their shoulders at Hagrid's cabin. All the curtains were closed. Was Hagrid in there, alone, and ill?

"What's wrong with Hagrid?" Ila said to Ron and Hermione.

"She wouldn't say but the Slytherins kept laughing about some article or something," Hermione said.

"What's up with him?" Ila said to Professor Grubbly-Plank who acted as though she couldn't hear her. She led them past the paddock where the huge Beauxbatons horses were standing, huddled against the cold, and toward a tree on the edge of the forest, where a large and beautiful unicorn was tethered. Many of the girls "ooooohed!" at the sight of the unicorn.

"Oh, it's so beautiful!" Lavender Brown whispered. "How did she get it? They're supposed to be really hard to catch!" The unicorn was so brightly white it made the snow all around look grey. It was pawing the ground nervously with its golden hooves and throwing back its horned head.

"Boys keep back!" Professor Grubbly-Plank barked, throwing out an arm and catching Neville hard in the chest. "They prefer the woman's touch," – Ron let out a snort – "Girls to the front, and approach with care, come on, easy does it…"

Ila and Hermione walked closer to the unicorn, while they left Ron to his own vices beside the gates.

"What do you reckon's wrong with him? You don't think a skrewt — ?"

"Your poor half-giant, attacked by a measly skrewt? Get a grip!" Parkinson whispered in her ear. Ila would have shoved her away but Professor Grubbly Plank was keeping a stern eye on Ila.

"What do you mean?"

Parkinson smirked as she handed a newspaper article from the inside of her pocket. Ila snatched the paper and opened it with Hermione reading over her shoulder to see an article topped with a picture of Hagrid looking extremely shifty, outside a rundown pub in Hogsmeade. The article was essentially what Ila considered slander. Rita Skeeter goes about how unstable Dumbledore is for letting Mad-Eye Moody teach Defence and Hagrid teach Care for Magical Creature. She described him as 'an alarmingly large and ferocious-looking man,' when Ila knew that was nothing but a lie. Some of the Slytherins from her class can be scarier than him but you don't see articles being written about them.

Probably to avoid getting sued by their parents.

Halfway through the article, Rita even interviewed students of Hagrid, namely the Slytherin that was standing in close enough proximity for Ila to successfully stuff cotton balls down her throat so she would choke.

"Many of my friends have been attacked by the creatures that Hagrid's brought to our lessons, like my boyfriend Draco Malfoy, who broke his arm from a Hippogriff attack and his friend Crabbe, who got bit by a flobber-worm. And…none of us say it out loud but…we're all thinking it. He spends a lot of time with certain students – which would be fine – but it seems like he favours them more out of anyone else. There is a reason why all the Slytherins have gotten attacked and none of the Gryffindors. If you ask me, I think it's a bit strange that a grown man hangs out with students in his spare time without wanting anything in return…if you know what I mean."

The newspaper was soon scrunched into a ball as Ila's hands shook and clenched, trying to calm her anger down. Parkinson looked proud that she made her angry, high fiving her friends but Ila couldn't care less.

"You can't call Hagrd a fucking pervert!" Ila fumed, throwing the newspaper ball in her face. "He's been nothing but nice-"

"Well of course he'll be nice to you, it's called-"

The sound of Hermione's hand hitting Parkinson's skin stopped everyone abruptly, even the boys near the gates looked up, as it rang through the field. Instantly Parkinson placed a hand over her red raw skin, trying to cover it up as tears brimmed her eyes. But Hermione showed no sympathy, holding her head up high and told her, "You should feel ashamed for acting like such a bitch!"

"What on earth is going on?" Grubbly-Plank demanded. She glanced between Ila, Hermione, Parkinson, and her friends before connecting the dots herself.

"She slapped me, Professor," Parkinson cried, "unprovoked!"

"Unprovoked?" Ila cried. "You called an innocent man-"

"Never have I seen such disrespectful young ladies, both of you will have detentions. Now go back to the gates before I send you to Dumbledore's office!"

Ila wanted to stay and argue, but Hermione dragged her away. She picked up the newspaper ball at Parkinson's feet and Ila swore she saw Parkinson smirk at her before the two slowly walked back to where Ron was, who looked more impressed than shocked.

"Remind me to never get on the bad side of you," he told Hermione. "First Malfoy and now Parkinson? I wonder who's next."

"That's too late for that," Hermione muttered as she gingerly touched the palm of her hand, which was as red as Parkinson's cheek. No one made a step towards the three friends. Ila saw Draco stare at Hermione with a similar expression that Ron had, though it changed when he saw Ila, going back to the neutral state.

Alright, she got it. She went too far. As if she didn't need to constantly be reminded of it.

"What made you crack anyway?" Ron asked.

Ila handed him the crinkled newspaper and within seconds did his mood switched from light-heartedness to wanting to murder Parkinson and Ila was glad that they were all on the same page.

"Remind to never be left alone with a Slytherin ever again," Ron grumbled.

"Duly noted."

For the rest of the lesson, Ila and Hermione stayed with the boys, far from where the unicorn was. Ila could feel him watching her.

"Dear Sirius,

Hope you're doing well and hope you're back home safe. Why haven't you told me about your trial? A little birdie told me that a bunch of Death Eaters were the ones who threw in Azkaban in the first place.

Ila."

"Ila, are you nearly done?" Hermione called out from the common room.

"Yep," she replied, walking down the stairs, trying to balance all the things in her arms at once.

"You have the Egg, your wand…are you missing anything else?"

"Oh, I might need a towel."

Ron handed Ila a blue towel in response.

"You haven't used this have you?" Ila asked.

"Only a few-"

Ila dropped the towel immediately. "I think I'll use a drying spell. Am I forgetting anything else?"

"Er – oh, where's the map?"

"Here," Ila said, lifting the Egg up and showing the map to Hermione. The Marauder's Map was the only thing that was going to keep her out of trouble. She could see where every single person was at Hogwarts and was essential if she needed a quick escape. "Oh, could you give this to Hedwig? I told her to come to our room in ten minutes. Make sure she gets it," Ila said, handing Hermione Sirius' letter before Ron and Hermione wished her good luck as she crept past them.

It was awkward moving under the cloak tonight because Ila had the heavy egg under one arm and the map held in front of her nose with the other. When she reached the statue of Boris the Bewildered, a lost-looking wizard with his gloves on the wrong hands, she located the right door, leaned close to it, and muttered the password, "Pine fresh," just as Cedric had told her.

The door creaked open.

Ila slipped inside and pulled off the Invisibility Cloak, looking around.

"So, this is where the money's going to," Ila said as she looked around the softly lit prefect bathrooms. There were candles, like the Great Hall, that was floating above her in the shape of a chandelier. She couldn't wait to tell her Ron and Hermione. Everything was made of white marble which included the swimming pool/bath. Imagine having a swimming pool as a bath. But that wasn't what amazed Ila. There was a large statue of a mermaid, lying down on an elevated rock, with three torn up and dishevelled looking sailors at the bottom trying to climb it. There were about a hundred or so gold-covered taps at the pool's edge, each with a different coloured jewel on it. Ila turned one of the taps, to see that nothing came out of it. Instead, blue, and pink bubbles sprouted out of each of the mermaid's breasts.

"Of course, it does," Ila said dryly as she placed the egg, cloak, and map on the bench, next to fluffy white towels. "I wonder who thought of that one."

She flicked a few more taps on to experiment with, one that sprouted purple clouds that roamed over the swimming pool, which she thought was unnecessary but, beggars can't be choosers. As she waited for the pool to fill with hot water, foam, and bubbles, she wondered just how on earth was she supposed to use this to solve the clue? Once the pool – the bath was filled, she hesitated as to whether she should take her clothes off. She knew she was by herself, and yet there was something that made her uneasy. The mermaid gazed at Ila as she deliberated on it. It almost looked taunting, as if the mermaid knew Ila couldn't be like her, having men chase after her. Rolling her eyes, she slid into the water, letting the mermaid win. As much as Ila wanted to swim a couple of laps around the pool, she was barely able to keep afloat with the weight of her clothes dragging her down. Besides, she needed to be quick if she wanted to figure out the clue before she got caught.

Ila reached for the egg, lifted it into her hands and opened it. The wailing, screeching sound filled the bathroom, echoing and reverberating off the marble walls, but it sounded just as incomprehensible as ever, if not more so with all the echoes. She snapped it shut again, worried that the sound would attract Filch, wondering if Cedric would stitch her up.

No, he's Cedric Diggory, he wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone get one of his competitors out of the Tournament by making them get expulsion.

"Why don't you-"

"Argh!" Ila screamed as she dropped the egg into the water and sank slowly to the bottom of the pool. She turned around to see the young ghost smile innocently at her.

"MYRTLE! What the hell are you doing here?"

"You never come to the girl's bathroom anymore," Myrtle said, floating above her. She was suddenly very glad she let the mermaid win.

"That doesn't give you an excuse to scare the hell out of me! I thought you were a murderer."

"Now that's a silly idea, Ila. Why would there be a murderer be at Hogwarts?"

"Considering everyone thought there was one last year?"

"Well, I'm no murderer."

"I appreciate that Myrtle," Ila said, as she tried to see where the Egg was. The foam was far too dense for her to see anything past a few centimetres, even if she moved it away.

"Why don't you visit me anymore?" Myrtle said sadly, moving through her. Merlin did Ila hate when she did that. It's like a momentary switch of their souls. "It's quite lonely up there."

"Well-"

"And you can't say that you're not allowed, since it's the girls' bathroom."

"It's all been quite hectic."

"Oh yes, Ila Potter the fourth champion. All the boys are after her and all the girls hate her!"

Ila stared at her deadpanned. "If you're going to be rude-"

"I'm not being rude, I'm being honest actually," she said earnestly, nodding her so hard, her glasses were slipping off her nose.

"They're not mutually exclusive Myrtle."

"You should hear the conversations that happen here," Myrtle said, "the number of boys I hear mutter about you-"

"Myrtle," Ila groaned.

"There was even that good looking Hufflepuff. I'm pretty sure he had the egg too-"

"You mean Cedric Diggory?" Ila asked, her disgust quickly vanishing. "What happened?"

"Yes, that was him, I saw him put the egg in the water and opened it and suddenly this wonderful song-"

"I meant what did he say about me?"

"Oh, er – I think he just reminded himself to tell you about the egg."

"Was that it?" She couldn't help that sinking feeling in her stomach as if she was the egg herself.

"You need to put it in the water and open it."

"You're not just making this up?" Ila said, as a horrifying moment of Myrtle holding her head down when she tried to come back up again. Then again, she is ghost, could she really hold her head?

She didn't want to find out.

Hang on, why did Myrtle know all about that?

"Have you been spying on him too?" Ila said indignantly. "What d'you do, sneak up here in the evenings to watch the prefects take baths?"

"Sometimes," Myrtle said, rather slyly, "but I've never come out to speak to anyone before." "I'm honoured," Ila said darkly

"Oh you should have seen the boys that come in here Ila, maybe I can get you to-"

"Don't even finish that sentence."

"Some of them aren't even prefects, sometimes boys from your year come by too. Just last week, I saw Draco Malfoy come in here and take a bath."

"You know what, maybe we don't have a murder, but we have a bloody pervert!" Ila said hotly. "If you keep on perving on guys, I'll tell Dumbledore."

"Ila…" Myrtle moaned.

"Oh, piss off."

Harsh, but when you're talking to a nonce…Ila sighed before pushing herself to the bottom of the pool to grab the Egg. She floated back to the surface to find that she was alone again. Taking her advice, Ila took a deep breath and dived to the bottom of the pool, letting the weight of her clothes sink her. Though she didn't have her glasses on, she could see the gold blur of the egg at the bottom. Twisting the top of the Egg, she was ready to swim back to the surface. But she was surprised to hear melodic singing coming from the Egg as well as the ghostly faces of two beautiful women singing to her. Beautiful as the mermaid.

They swam around her in circles as they sang to her, almost lulling her to sleep.

"Come seek us where our voices sound,

We cannot sing above the ground,

And while you're searching ponder this:

We've taken what you'll sorely miss,

An hour-long you'll have to look,

And to recover what we took,

But past an hour — the prospect's black,

Too late, it's gone, it won't come back."

"I can't believe for the Second Task I have to be underwater," Ila complained to Ron and Hermione the next day. "Imagine if I wasn't able to swim, think about how fucked I would have been!"

"And I can't believe it took you all this time to finally figure out the clue," Hermione said.

"For all we know, Mione, the other two still have no idea."

"I'm pretty sure Viktor's got it figured out," Hermione said. "He keeps on asking me to meet him outside the Black Lake."

There was a shift in the air. Ila could feel it. She could almost taste the near month-old tension that had built up in the air. She wasn't quite sure where this conversation would go. Of course, it had to be her to change it. Ron and Hermione were too busy glaring at each other to do anything.

"Remember when I told you about what happened with Malfoy, and you said that it was going to change everything?" Ila asked, breaking the two out of their unspoken staring match. She was pretty sure they didn't even realise what it was either.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, yeah I remember."

"I'm sure it's not that important," Ron muttered under his breath but still allowed Hermione to carry on with her explanation.

"It is actually quite important Ron," she replied. "Everything Malfoy told you has some sort of implication whether you like it or not."

"How?" Ila asked.

"Well, there are a few things that I realised when you told me all that stuff, the first being that if what Malfoy said was true about Lauren Dawlish's, then that would mean You Know Who is actually alive. There's physical proof that he's back apart from your dream Ila and that would also mean that none of his Death Eaters knew either."

"Malfoy did say that they got a note that was apparently from Him before talking about how his father…still…He was talking about the Cup Final – his father must have been the one behind it…"

"Why don't we do anything then?" Ron said. "Let's go tell Dumbeldore."

"We can't Ron – when they saw the Dark Mark, they were bound to have known at that point that it wasn't a joke and that He was really back," Hermione explained. "If we Dumbledore know, he'll go to Malfoy's father and…You Know Who'll know."

"But you went to Dumbeldore about Malfoy, and nothing happened," Ron said to Ila.

"That was when we thought Malfoy was helping Him," Ila replied.

"And you don't think so now?" Ron asked, slightly shocked. He looked back and forth between the girls. "Seriously? You actually believe him?"

"If what he's saying is true," Hermione said, ignoring Ron, "that means that the people who knew about Lauren Dawlish's murder and therefore You Know Who's return, are the Malfoy's, whoever was in Malfoy's house that day, the person who cast the Dark Mark, Pettigrew, most likely, the person who killed Lauren Dawlish and You Know Who himself."

and none of his Death Eaters knew about it because they fled the moment, they saw the

"You don't think it was You Know Who?" Ila whispered, to which Hermione shook her head.

"From what I've read and heard, You Know Who doesn't normally go around killing specific individuals, unless that individual will hinder his plan. There was no mention of Lauren Dawlish ever being suspicious of You Know Who or outing his plans to come back – I don't think she even knew that. Besides, I've never seen a case of where He's covered a body with runic scriptures carved into the body and have their blood drained out of it. It's doesn't fit with his style of killing, which is a lot more…practical. Just a killing curse."

"So who do you think did do it then?" Ron asked, leaning forward slightly. The library was practically empty at this point, but they didn't want to take any chances.

Hermione stood up from the chair and walked further down the aisle.

"Do you really believe him?" Ron asked again.

Ila sighed. "I don't know…I really don't know what to think anymore. Every time I do, my head gets too confused and muddled and I get panicked by it."

"It's good that you told us two now," Ron said gently. "Your brain doesn't have to get so muddled now."

"Should've told you before," Ila said dejectedly.

"What was he doing in your room in the first place anyway?"

Ila looked at him. His arms were crossed over his chest, his eyes narrowed slightly.

SLAM!

Ila was startled by the loud noise, made when Hermione dropped the book, "AN ENTIRE HISTORY OF ENGLANDS'S CULTS," onto the table. She, with some struggle, opened the book, skimming the contents page before flicking through the pages to land on the right one.

"The Sisters of Heliopolis," Hermione said, showing the two the double spread of the cult that sounded far too familiar. "This was the cult that Lauren Dawlish was looking at, you know the one that no one thought was worth investigating. It was the one Malfoy wanted you to help him with it isn't it?"

"Well not anymore," Ila muttered, staring at the book.

"I thought it was because they weren't around anymore," Ron said, looking through the pages as to how they killed their victims.

"Clearly not," Ila said, looking at the page. "Malfoy…Malfoy and I were looking at occurrences that were similar to how they killed people. At the time I didn't really think there wasn't any point but…"

He found Lauren's body first, Ila thought. That would explain what happened during the Yule Ball. That was why he was so obsessed. Ila closed her eyes. She really did fuck up, didn't she?

"That probably why they killed her," Hermione said. "Lauren was investigating her – she tried to tell people, accidentally got the word around. Maybe someone she knew told the Sisters. That was why she was killed."

"Malfoy said that Vol – You Know Who made some of the Death Eaters manipulate departments or something…apparently they made people lose their jobs…do you think that's what happened to Lauren? I'm sure she would have had a lot of evidence – surely there would have been someone that believed her?"

"You sure he said Death Eaters?" Hermione asked.

"Hundred per cent."

"Maybe he misspoke," Hermione said.

"Why?"

"Well, Lauren Dawlish only started working on her investigation, a year, and a half ago, which would mean that all the Death Eaters that worked in the Ministry weren't active. How would they have done all of that to Lauren Dawlish if they weren't even following You Know Who's directions?"

"Maybe it was the Sisters that were following You Know Who's instructions?" Ron suggested.

Ila groaned, hitting her head on the table. "Why does everything have to be confusing?"

"It gets worse, Ila," Hermione said regretfully. "The way the Sisters used to kill their victims would be by draining their blood out. Only occasionally they would carve runic scriptures into people's bodies if they knew they were going to carry out a ritual with the body."

"What kind of ritual?" Ron asked.

"Well, the books say that the Sisters were known to carry out rituals that could bring back powerful Dark Wizards."

"Do you think that's how they did it then?" Ila asked. "It was the Sisters that brought him back…but why?"

"There's not much here," Hermione said, flicking through the pages. "I'm surprised we even got any information about cults in the school library. Did Malfoy mention anything about that?"

"No."

"You said you realised a few things," Ron reminded the two girls. "What were the others?"

"Oh, it was only one other thing," Hermione said, looking up at them. "It was just…for all this time, it had always been two sides. The Light and The Dark and there could never be any crossover. No one – apart from a few authors – thought that the two could ever touch but…from what it sounds like and this only applies if it's true…Malfoy's realised the harm that the Dark has done to Wizarding Society. If Malfoy of all people managed to realise that – there's hope for others, aren't there?"

"So?"

"So…it means we don't have to constantly fight or argue with the other side…we don't have to keep on seeing them as the other side because they're not. They're people who…just misunderstood. Obviously, it's far more complex than that," Hermione added when she saw the look on Ila and Ron's faces, "but if we have that mentality then…rather than fighting with them, we could…I don't know, convince them. Make them see our side of the story. We could reason with them. We wouldn't have to hurt anyone in the process. If we reason with them, we could turn them against the Dark, and have them join the Light…. Something big is going to come, I can feel it. And we have to stop seeing them as the enemy but rather…we're two sides of the same coin."

"Does that mean I have to be nice to the Slytherins?" Ron asked, making Hermione roll her eyes.

"They're the ones who're at most at risk of being turned to the Dark."

"But that was only because he had doubts at the beginning," Ila chimed in, only to realise, she wasn't supposed to know that according to her friends.

"How do you know that?" Ron asked, in the same tone as when he asked them his previous question to her.

"He…he – er…it was one of the things he told me that night. He told me that his parents used to tell him that purebloods were the ones that were going to be hurt, that muggleborns and halfbloods were turning against them and You Know Who was their saviour."

"Do you think all the Slytherins have been told that too?" Hermione asked.

"Their parents probably believe it too," Ron said.

"See! That just proves my point. We can't see them as the enemy, we have to start helping them."

"You can't really make me be nice to them?"

"We have to make the first step Ron. I would rather have Slytherins on our side, fighting with us, than having to fight against us."

"I wouldn't mind against some of them," Ron muttered, leaning back in his chair.

Just then, Colin Creevy knocked on the bookshelf behind them. Hermione quickly slammed the book closed, causing him to jump.

"Hello Ila," he said enthusiastically.

"Hello Colin," Ila replied, hoping the conversation wouldn't last too long. She would already have to deal with the Second Task, which was tomorrow and all the stuff with Malfoy, talking to Colin would have guaranteed a migraine.

"Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall wanted you guys to meet them," he said.

Ila sighed before getting up, gathering her things, with her friends.

"Not you Ila," Colin said, stopping Ila. "Just your friends."

"Oh," Ila said, looking at her friends. They looked confused but continued packing their things. "Right."

"We'll meet you in the common room," Hermione said as she gathered her things before her and Ron followed Colin into the aisle. "Don't spend too much time here."

Ron snorted. "That's the last thing you should concern with Hermione," he said, setting off another argument.

Ila leaned back in her chair, finally alone. She stared at the book in front of her. Lauren Dawlish was killed by the Sisters of Heliopolis, another thing on her list of enemies that's probably out for her.

At least she could take another person off.