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Privet Drive became a flurry of action in the next few weeks. Vernon had saved no expense and was providing Helen with the very finest. Construction workers carrying materials through the house would look curiously at the small girl, perched on her makeshift throne as she seemingly directed her Aunt and Uncle. Of course, these doubts would quickly be banished from their minds for some inexplicable reason.

This was purely the fault of Helen herself. She would use Legilimency on the construction workers to remove their suspicion. It would not do for her to be exposed in such a way, by a muggle no less. She also used similar manipulations on Vernon and Petunia. Her initial display with them had been enough to gain initial control over the pathetic couple but further manipulation was necessary to make sure the pair didn't do anything rash. It was rather simple, every time they thought about opposing her she would raise up negative emotions in their brains. This would make them associate opposing Helen with their negative emotions and feel less inclined to do it. When they felt approval for Helen, she would allow the pair to feel some kind of happiness. Good puppets did deserve to be rewarded after all.

"Hello dear cousin." Every time Dudley Dursleys even glanced in Helen's direction those same three words ran through his mind. How his pathetic cousin had gone from a scraggly, ugly, unimportant girl to the centre of his parents attention was beyond Dudley. But, the Dursley boy knew one thing. Helen Lillian Potter was his better, he didn't know why exactly but something about the way the girl walked and spoke inspired an equal amount of fear and awe bordering on reverence. Dudley Dursley didn't know why he felt such a desire to bow down to Helen Lillian Potter, but he did know that he had to bow down and every time he looked at her, that was exactly what he did.

The elder Dursleys were completely under Helen's control and their dedication to her was quite amusing. Vernon would go out of the way to get the best materials for Helen's new room. He oversaw the whole construction project himself and would be heard shouting loudly at anyone who made even the slightest mistake. He even had the whole house repainted when Helen mentioned off-handedly that the colors of her new room and the house didn't compliment well with each other.

Petunia had dedicated a lot of time to outfitting Helen with the latest fashion in every area. Like her husband, Petunia saved no expense outfitting Helen with all the latest fashion. The girl took a great interest in the most recent styles and took morbid pleasure in draining Petunia's wallet in order to supply her own desires..

End result of all the work in the house was a beautiful room on the first floor with creamy peach walls, a Victorian styled queen sized bed was placed against the back wall, with satin sheets and a matching settee at it's foot. To the right of the entrance door was a full length mirror, with shelves on either side. To the left was a walk-in closet and the entrance to a private en-suite bathroom decorated with white tiles and marble. The remaining wall had huge glass windows and a glass door that opened into a balcony where sunrises could be witnessed.

With her mind now being augmented and having Voldemort's memories, school was useless for Helen, but despite that she attended in order to keep her cover. She still ended up being seen as an exceptionally intelligent girl, who had a keen interest in modern technology, sciences, recent history and politics. Teachers and neighbors would describe her as a delightful girl who would always do something constructive with her time, be it reading heavy volumes in the library, discussing the latest politics with her elders or helping her fellow classmates. Helen Potter would always be found doing something productive with her time.

However, what they didn't know was that Helen never did anything out of the good of her heart. Every action had a purpose, and everyone was a tool for her use. She studied modern technologies because Voldemort's knowledge about them was woeful and she realized that muggles had advanced too fast in the last few decades. They now had missiles with devastating accuracy, planes that flew faster than sound, satellites watching everything from the skies and computers with intelligence racing to surpass humans. She was especially impressed with mobile phones, a technology that made letters useless.

The classmates she helped were either children of influential people or children who had the potential to become someone someday. She would help them in understanding complicated subject matter or simply introduce them to potential subjects that would interest the subtle application of Legilimency these students would remember Helen and feel indebted to her. This would easily come in handy at some point later down the line.

Occasionally, Helen and her aunt would venture into the magical world. On their first visit, they bought weekly editions of the daily prophet from the time when the dark lord fell to the present, as well as any recent history books. Helen found out about the fallout of that fateful day and how she was famous all over the world for defeating the dark lord.

She also found out that the world thought Voldemort to be dead, which she knew from her memories to be false. She found which noble families had risen and fallen as the consequence of the war. Several Death eater families were doing pretty well for themselves after claiming the imperious defence, whilst the most zealous followers of the dark lord were in Azkaban. She learned of the losses the light side took, especially that of Alice and Frank Longbottom, her godmother and her husband.

She also learned of what the 'great' Leader of Light Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore had been up to, which was same old, same old. He was still playing his long game of chess, moving pawns here and there, her being one as well. Apparently, he had told the world that she was safe with caring family members, he was right from a certain point of view.

She also found out about Sirius Black's imprisonment. Voldemort's memories showed her that Peter Pettigrew was the traitor, not Sirius Black. Apparently, Sirius had lost his cool and was outwitted by the worm. Unfortunately, that would be an issue she'd have to tackle for a later date.

On her later visits to Diagon alley, she bought up some potion books, a potion set and a few key ingredients to brew up nutrition potions for the damage that was done to her body because it was not completely done away by her magic. She bought the books as Voldemort's potion knowledge, while adequate was not up to the standards Helen desired. Soon, the last effects of the malnutrition was gone, giving her healthier skin, perfect eyesight and another inch to her height.

On her 13th birthday, Helen woke up with a smile on her face. She went out to her balcony to witness the sunrise and soaked in the sunlight for a few minutes while brushing her hair. As she entered her room, she checked herself in the full length mirror. She found a beautiful 13 year old girl looking back at her. She was of slightly above average height at 5'3" with a slim figure wearing a night-suit of grey shorts and a white spaghetti slip. She had a heart shaped face, with arched dark eyebrows, almond shaped bright emerald eyes, a small slim nose and full pink lips. Finally, her famous scar was now barely visible. Her dark wavy hair was long, reaching the middle of her back, and shinned in a red tint whenever the sunlight caught it. Smiling to herself, she went to the walk-in closet to select clothings for her special day and started getting ready.

Thirty minutes later, a girl dressed in a floral sundress with brown calf length boots and light makeup descended down the stairs where her puppets...uhm... relatives greeted her a good morning and a very happy birthday. As she sat down for breakfast, she thought about her relatives. Vernon was now the Vice-President at his company, which she arranged by influencing the right people, as a means to keep up with her expenses. Petunia also had a state-of-the-art kitchen for the same reason. Dudley had by now thinned out and was programmed to be the attack-dog of Helen, whenever she rarely needed such means.

Whilst, the Dursleys were effective servants they would not be very useful in the long run. Fortunately, that would change with Helen's arrival at Hogwarts.

Just as she finished her breakfast, a hoot was heard from the window. She looked up to find a barn owl sitting there with a letter tied to its leg. Helen smiled and called it to her, as it landed next to her, she gave it a piece of bacon from Dudley's plate and took the offered letter. She noticed her name written in elegant green ink, along with her address accurate to her room. Amused she opened the letter and read through her acceptance letter of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry along with the shopping list. She had Dudley fetch a pen and paper and wrote her confirmation reply and gave it to the waiting owl, who immediately flew off.

She looked up to her aunt and said "We are going to Diagon alley".

Her aunt nodded, got up and quickly cleaned up the table. Soon they left, with her aunt driving her new Beetle to London. There they quickly found a place to park and went to the Leaky Cauldron. Without making a fuss, they asked the bartender to open up the way to Diagon alley and entered the magical world.

They went straight to the huge White marble building, the Gringotts Bank, run by the goblins. Finding an empty teller, Helen asked to be taken to her vault.

"Name?" the Goblin asked.

"Helen Lilian Potter" she replied neutrally.

Arching an eyebrow, the goblin looked at her closely for a few moments.

Satisfied, he asked "Does Miss Helen Lilian Potter have her key?"

"No." she replied.

Humming, he said "Then, a new key will be issued to you if you would confirm your identity by a blood test".

Helen agreed and the goblin produced a test sheet and a needle. Pricking her left forefinger, she let a single blood drop fall on the sheet, where lines began to appear. She handed back the needle absently noting that the prick healed itself slowly. The goblin after reading the sheet nodded to himself and produced a key for her.

"Do you want the previous key to be disabled?" he inquired. After receiving an affirmative reply he directed the girl to the runner goblin.

Helen asked her aunt to wait and followed the goblin to the cart, which took them to her vault. On entering the vault she deduced that this was a trust fund vault and not the main Potter vault. Shrugging to herself she took out 1000 galleons which would be more than enough to buy all the items and various extras she was planning and still she would be left with enough coin to last a year.

Back in Diagon they went to the trunk shop first and bought a 4 compartment trunk with various safety features and a shrinking charm on it. Shrinking it to matchbox size, she pocketed it and continued on. They bought the prescribed potions kit and ingredients as well as the telescope. They went to Flourish and Blotts and got the first year books and a few extra. Next they went to Madam Malkin's and got 3 sets of Hogwarts robes of high quality. Helen also purchased several extra robes and after checking the shop's pathetic collection, resolved to buy some dresses from the muggle world.

With one last item left they headed for the only Wand shop in Diagon Alley, Ollivanders. A bell chimed as they entered the shop, signalling for the shopkeeper that customers had arrived.

An old man with wide, pale eyes came up and said, "Ah! Helen Potter. How long have I waited for you to come to my shop? Oh, it seems only yesterday that your parents were here to get their first wand. your father favored a Mahogany wand, 11 inches, good for transfiguration. Whereas, your mother favoured a Willow wand, 10 and a quarter inches, perfect for charm work. While I say they favored their wands, it is the wand that chooses the witch or wizard. But I digress, let us find your wand".

For the next half an hour Helen tried dozens of wands, all of them failing to produce the perfect result. However, this didn't seem to faze the wandmaker. Instead, he was ecstatic to have found a difficult customer. After a while, he paused with a thoughtful expression on his face, "I wonder" he murmured to himself and went inside the shop. He came out carrying a dusty box in his hands and carefully opened it, presenting the wand inside to her. Inside, laying on a cushion, was a light colored wand, roughly 11 inches, it was long with a simple light colored handle. As soon as she touched the wand, she knew that this was it. Her Magic swirled around her and she felt pleasant warmth from the wand. Bright golden and red sparks emitted from the tip of the wand.

"11 inches long, made of holly and possessing a single phoenix feather as it's core" Ollivander said.

He continued "That phoenix gave another feather, just one, and it went into the wand that gave you that fabled scar". Helen looked at him with her face carefully neutral.

"You will do great things, Miss Potter." he stated. "Afterall, the owner of the brother of your wand also did great things, terrible but great". He paused and then with a smile said. "That will be seven galleons".

As Helen exited the shop she let a slight smirk play on her lips. The Wandmaker had no idea how right he was, she would do great things. Many many great things.