AN: Check the first chapter for disclaimers

Note: In my story, in order to completely change the configuration of the room of requirement you need to step out of it and summon it again. However, it can be modified in the same configuration from within. Helen will do both in this chapter, I've posted this here to avoid any confusion.

Timetable is based on one by LittleDinghy on red dit, you can find the detailed and most feasible timetable there. It has faults but workable if you check other houses. The original timetable is nonsensical and impossible without the teachers using time-turners.

Here's Chapter 5, the longest one I've written yet.


Next morning, after six hours of sleep, Helen woke up at five O'clock. She could have gotten through her day on almost no sleep at all but her body unfortunately needed rest. Thus, she compromised and decided on six hours of sleep, for now. She pulled out a dark robe and crept out of the Ravenclaw tower. She swiftly moved towards the room of requirement, conveniently close by. She called up the room of hidden things in order to check for a certain item. After trudging through heaps of junk she found the item exactly where it was left by Tom Riddle. The not-so-lost diadem of Ravenclaw was resting on top of a low pedestal, hidden from view by a huge stack of useless books. Confirming that it hadn't been tampered with in any way, Helen left the room to reconfigure it. She was not strong enough to dispose of the Horcrux without potentially alerting Dumbledore and it was incredibly foolish to risk something that could go wrong in multiple spectacular ways on her first day..

When she re-entered the room, it's configuration had changed. Now, it resembled a shooting range, with dummies set up at the far end. Shrugging off her robe, Helen took out her holly wand and started casting basic hexes and curses. She was pleased to find that she could cast them all on the first try. But, it quickly became clear that Helen's endurance was greatly lacking. She was capable of consistent casting for around ten minutes, which was impressive. But, painfully mediocre by the standards of any respectable auror and pathetic compared to titans like Dumbledore and Voldemort. She had a lot of catch up to do.

She summoned an armchair and sank into it in order to plan. The problem was that her magic hadn't been truly tested yet to its limit so it was growing at a normal rate instead of an accelerated rate and the magical channels through her body were still developing. Either she would need to train extensively or she would need to perform certain rituals.

Helen decided to start pushing her limits in magic as well as start preparing for rituals, it would be the best of both worlds. She would need to get to the room everyday to practice without anyone knowing. It was a good thing she was an early riser as the morning would be the best time for inconspicuous practice. She stood up, dismissed the chair and summoned a full length mirror. Helen took off all her clothes and eyed herself critically. She had an exceptional physique, for a muggle. Ever since her awakening she had dedicated herself to at least an hour of physical activity everyday, which had kept her in a good shape removing any extra fat on her.

However, magic made everything better and her body was no exception. She would need several rituals, spread throughout her growing years to achieve perfection. Physical enhancement, quicker reactions, enhanced senses and anything else that she could get her hands on. She would need a large combination of ingredients, both legal and illegal, easily available and rare. This would take a lot of time, effort and money, but Helen had them all. There was no hurry, as she knew that unless Lord Voldemort struck gold with an utterly loyal follower, he wouldn't be appearing anytime soon. And she knew that her family was likely rich and very influential, like most ancient and noble families. So, all she had to do was start preparing.

For now though, all Helen could do was train both magically and physically, the former of which she had already finished for today. Thus, Helen closed her eyes and concentrated to modify the room. She opened her eyes and found a large swimming pool in front of her. Ignoring the changing room that appeared as well, Helen dove in nude and started swimming a combination of laps and underwater swimming . She got out at 6:30, spelled herself dry and put her clothes back on. Then she left the room and quickly entered the Ravenclaw common room. Not finding anyone out yet, she went up to her year's oval room. She then went to her room to collect her toiletries and went for a shower. After cleaning up, Helen donned a bathrobe and went into the oval room. On the way, she waved at her still sleepy year mates stumbling towards the showers. She found Padma already ready in the oval room, reading. Wishing her a good morning, Helen went into her room to get ready for the day.

During her visit to Diagon alley, Helen had asked Madam Malkin about the modifications that were allowed in the uniform. Malkin was ecstatic to share those modifications with Helen, considering how few ever even considered it. Apparently, students could wear the standard uniform with a lot of variations as long as it was still decent and adhered to the rules and decorum of the school. For example, while the color or the basic design of the skirt couldn't be changed, the length could be altered within a reasonable limit. Standard uniform had it at knee length but depending on the height of the girl, it could be increased or decreased by up to four inches. Thus, it couldn't be a nun like robe but it also couldn't be a slutty micro-mini. Helen had her skirts adjusted varyingly to be somewhere between mini and above knee length. They also had multiple options in terms of leggings. One could wear socks, knee length to ankle length, or tights, which most girls did during the winter. Footwear had various options too. One could have short heels, wedged heels along with standard flats but pencil heels weren't allowed. Similarly, robes also had multiple options. You could have floor sweeping Dumbledore style robes, full length and mid-calf or knee length robes which could be open or closed at the front. They were also optional in classes and the school in general except for during breakfast or special events, but the teachers could force you to wear them, so students had to carry them along anyways. Casuals were allowed after class hours, but again, only as long as they remained decent.

So, Helen decided to educate her peers in fashion and started getting dressed accordingly. After wearing her bra and plain dark panties, she slid into a pair of black pantyhose, put on an above knee length skirt and an acromantula silk white blouse and tied her blue-bronze tie a bit loose. She put on light makeup, consisting mostly of eye liner and lip gloss. After putting on her full length robe, open at front, and slipping into a pair of short black heels she was ready to go. Helen picked up her featherweight bag and went outside to find that the rest of the girls had also arrived. When there were five minutes to spare they went to the common room after calling out to the boys, who were currently scrambling out of their room in a panicked hurry. .

As if he was waiting for his cue, Professor Flitwick entered the common room at 7:15 sharp. He gave a short speech, welcoming the first years and explaining how the Ravenclaw house functioned. Each student had to put up their individual marks on all assignments of all subjects on the specified boards in the common room. The prefects would regularly check these and if they found someone falling behind, they would be assigned to a senior student to help them until their grades catch up. Prof. Flitwick would help in case of seventh year students or if someone didn't improve even after tutoring. This was called the 'buddy' system of Ravenclaw and it was what kept them at top of the nest in all test scores. After informing them on the location of his office, which was always open for his ravens, Flitwick left.

The prefects then quickly took the first years to the great hall and they were all seated, having breakfast by 7:30. Flitwick came around again distributing their timetables. Each class day started at 8:00 and ended at 4:30 in the evening and was divided into six periods of an hour each. Fifteen minute gaps were provided between classes to get from their previous class to the next one. After the first three classes there was a lunch break from 11:45 to 1 o'clock in the afternoon. Today, on monday, they had a full day with double history of magic first thing, followed by transfiguration, both with Slytherins. After lunch they had defence against the dark arts and potions, both with Hufflepuffs. Their last class of the day was herbology with Griffindors. The rest of their week was much lighter with Wednesdays having three classes (DADA, potions and herbology), Tuesdays and Thursdays having two classes each (Charms and Flying, so basically one class) and Fridays only having a single period of transfiguration. All the first years had a combined class of astronomy on tuesday nights at 10 which lasted for an hour and half.

Helen, having worked up an appetite after her swim, had a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, oats nuts and berries with some honey and fresh orange juice to finish things off. Her classmates were chatting excitedly about the classes, but she informed them that their first class was going to be a bore. When asked, she informed the group that the teacher was a ghost and would usually just read from the text in an incredibly sleep inducing manner. . Helen's year mates dismissed her comments but were soon slapped across the face with a cold dose of reality. Within about half an hour the class had already descended into light chatter as Binns obliviously droned on to his students

A group of girls consisting of Helen, Padma, Daphne, Tracey and Pansy Parkinson were chatting together in the back. Parkinson was a pureblood from the noble and ancient house of Parkinson and was a cute pug-faced girl with black eyes and long straight hair. She also had a petty spoiled streak and was a firm believer of blood purity. Initially, she was hostile towards Helen, but when all Pansy got were polite and neutral answers to her taunts, she became haughty and withdrew from the conversation. The girls asked Helen about her different uniform and why the staff didn't call her out for it and Helen in turn told them what Madam Malkin had told her. They all seemed interested afterwards and were determined to get some new uniforms during the Christmas holidays. Even Parkinson was interested, even though she did her best to hide it. At last the bell rang and the sleeping students woke up. Both the ravens and snakes again had a shared class next in form of transfiguration, so they walked together towards the transfiguration corridor on the same floor.

On reaching the door, they found the room open and empty, except for a tabby cat sitting on the teacher's desk. Helen realized that it wasn't a cat but an animagus, likely McGonagall herself. The girls sat together in the center while the remaining ravenclaw students took up the front seats. As Helen was chatting with Daphneand Padme about the daily uses of transfiguration, a clearing of the throat notified her of a presence behind her.

She turned to find the carbon copy of Lucius Malfoy standing beside her desk flanked by the new Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy had blonde hair and gray eyes with a pointed aristocratic face. Upon getting her attention Malfoy started with a slight bow, "Good morning, Heiress Potter. I'm Draco Malfoy, heir to the noble house of Malfoy.''

Helen returned a seated curtsy and replied, "Good morning to you too, heir Malfoy. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." and presented her hand to him. He took it and lightly pressed his lips to her knuckles. "See you later heiress Potter. Greengrass, Patil." He nodded and went to the back of the class, taking the two bookends with him. So the Malfoys wanted to test the waters first before dipping in, how utterly predictable.

After the bell rang, students started looking around as McGonagall hadn't shown up yet. Suddenly the cat leapt forward and changed midair into the professor. The students were awed and you could feel the excitement for the class build in the room. Helen was interested too as becoming an animagus was one of the few talents that Voldemort didn't pursue. In fact, transfiguration as a whole was not something he ever truly focused on. That is not to say that he was bad at it, not at all, but he lacked the creativity and imagination needed for the art and had focused only on the combat aspect of the branch. He more than made up with his other skills though. Helen planned on becoming an animagus as the resources became available to her.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned." Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. The class was sufficiently impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but soon realized they weren't going to be changing furniture into animals for a long time. McGonagall started talking about basic transfiguration theory and limits of transfiguration.

The lecture McGonagall was giving finally reached an end and they were given a match to turn it into a needle. Helen knew she could do it on her first try and did so, but quickly changed it back to a match so McGonagall couldn't see. Daphne and Padma did see it though and Helen could see how impressed they were. She started guiding them on the correct wand movements and in the importance of intent. Their matches soon started turning metallic and pointy. Lisa however was the first person to completely turn it to needle and was awarded 10 points for her effort. Now that someone else has done it, Helen too changed her match to needle and awarded 5 points. She now openly started guiding her neighbors and soon Daphne, Tracey and Padma, who was sitting nearby, completed their work. By the time the bell rang, all the girls had converted the match and most of the boys, apart from Crabbe and Goyle, were almost there. McGonagall gave them an assignment on basics of transfiguration exactly a foot long due by next class.

On the way to lunch, Daphne and Tracey thanked Helen gratefully for her help in the class and went to the slytherin table. Helen joined her housemates sitting between Lisa and Padma, who was also grateful for Helen's help. They discussed the classes they had attended till yet and contemplated how DADA would be. They had heard from older students that potions was quite tough and that Professor Snape was extra hard on anyone not wearing green and silver. Herbology was said to be fine as long as you didn't mind the physical aspect of it or all the dirt that you'd get on yourself while doing so.

They finished lunch with a lot of time left before the next class, so they decided to check out the library. The group of girls were not the only ones with that idea, with Hermione Granger also moving towards the library. Helen invited her to come along with the group and introduced everyone. They explored the library for half an hour. Helen asked Granger about how she found Hogwarts and her house. Granger, in turn, was very curious about the house of intelligent and asked if it was true that they had a private library. They explored together for half an hour and agreed to meet again soon by the end of it. They left the library and parted ways on the first floor because Hermione had to go further below to the dungeons for her potions class.

They found the rest of the class already waiting outside the classroom. Professor Quirinus Quirrell opened the doors and ushered the students in. The room had an overpowering stench of garlic making their eyes water. The lesson itself was also a huge disappointment, with Quirrell's stutter making it impossible to learn anything.

Helen felt something was wrong though. The stutter was too good, it was as if it had been rehearsed. Then, suddenly, when their eyes crossed, Helen felt a probe on her mind. She quickly managed to summon up feelings of interest for the topic being discussed and hide her shock. As suddenly it came, the attack ended. However, Helen recognized the taint in the magical probe. Quirrell was somehow connected to Voldemort! She was rattled. Helen had thought it would be a long while before she would encounter Voldemort but for Quirrell to have the taint, he had to have been in contact with him very closely and recently. Helen had thought she had time to get powerful enough to challenge him directly but this changed everything. She would have to speed up everything. But after a few more moments of consideration , she realized that he wouldn't be able to act immediately or in the open. There was the fact that he would still be in a weakened state and due to the continuous presence of Dumbledore, Voldemort would never directly attack her here. However, she still remained apprehensive for the remainder of the class and never made eye contact with Quirrell again.

After the class ended, she went to the toilets and psyched herself up. Helen knew Voldemort wouldn't act right now. He was probably here for whatever Dumbledore had hidden in the third floor right-side corridor. Her small panic averted, she purged her nervousness and uncertainty using Occlumency, quickly freshened up and reapplied her makeup.

Next was the class she was most interested in but it wasn't the class that caught Helen's attention, it was the professor. She wasn't sure whose side Snape was on. He could be spying for the dark, or working for Dumbledore. She knew he was the one who told Voldemort about the prophecy. She also knew he had an attachment for her mother and would be easy to control with her life in danger. Furthermore, Helen Looked very similar to her mother, with reddish hair and the exact same emerald eyes, all the while carrying the name 'Potter'. Wouldn't it be amusing to see how she could play with his emotions?

Eagerly, she entered the potions lab and sat in the second row from the front, directly in the line of sight from the teacher's desk. Terry and Padma joined her on either side. Micheal joined up with Mandy and Morag. Right on time, professor Snape entered the classroom and slammed the door with a bang. He started taking the register. He had a noticeable pause at 'Helen Potter'. When he was finished with the names, he started speaking in barely more than a whisper, but Helen was sure everyone could hear him. The presence that the man radiated was so oppressive that you could hear a pin drop.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even stopper death. If you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

From that Helen could extract one thing very easily, this man loathed teaching.

"Potter!" Snape snapped suddenly after a moment of silence. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"A very strong sleeping potion, sir." Helen replied. She, of course, knew that powdered Asphodel root and wormwood were the key ingredients for Draught of the Living Death, but she didn't want to expose her knowledge quite yet.

Snape seemed surprised that she knew the answer and continued. "Not bad, for future reference the specific potion that is brewed is known as the draught of the living dead. . Let's try again, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

"In your potions cupboard," Snape started to sneer, "or in the stomach of a goat." Helen answered with a mischievous smirk. The other Ravenclaw's looked horrified at her cheek. However, Snape seemed to be a bit lost for a second upon seeing a very familiar mischievous look. He was so lost in the past that he lost the opportunity to reprimand Helen for her cheek. Instead, gathering himself up, he tossed another question at the class. "Boot, What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Luckily, Boot was very interested in potions and already knew the answer, "There is no difference, sir. It is the same plant, also known as aconite."

"That is correct, Mr. Boot, five points to Ravenclaw for all the correct answers." he replied, "Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?" He hissed.

The class hastily started taking notes while Snape continued, "For today, you will attempt to make the Boil-Cure Potion. The instructions are on the board", he flicked his wand towards it and the instruction became visible, "and your necessary ingredients are in the cupboard. You will hand in a sample of your attempt at the end of the class. Then you will clean your workstation. Any questions?" Snape asked towards a silent and shuffling class, hurrying to get started.

Helen worked calmly on the potion, knowing that she could make it in her sleep. She felt Snape's eyes on her several times during the class. A few times Helen caught his eye, she gave him an innocent wide-eyed smile, which caused more confusion for him. Once he even probed her mind only to find the next step of the instructions in the forefront of her mind.

She finished her potion, labeled a sample for grading and brought it to the front, stepping over the mess of a molten cauldron. A Hufflepuff student, Wayne Hopkins, was responsible for the mess. He added porcupine quills to the mixture before taking the cauldron off the fire and was taken to the infirmary, covered in boils.

Helen then cleared up her station and waited for the rest of the class to finish up. Snape had now taken his seat behind the desk and was looking over the students finishing up. His eyes were still drawn to Helen and found that his looks were returned every time. As the last student submitted their sample, he dismissed the class and quickly went into his office away from those beautiful green eyes.

After thoroughly enjoying the lesson, Helen and the rest of Ravenclaw made way to the green houses for the last class of the day. On the way they met with the Griffindors and together they walked towards the greenhouse where Professor Sprout was waiting for them. They were told to pair up so Helen coupled up with Micheal. The lecture discussed the syllabus for first year and what to expect of the class. Homework assignments would be given before the practical sessions so that they would be prepared for handling the plants in Greenhouse 1. As they were given a tour of the greenhouse, Helen recognized mainly harmless flowers and plants, most used for decoration or as food with a few that were used as potion ingredients. Helen didn't like the subject much, but it was important and necessary due to its links with potions. As they were being given the tour Helen noted the locations of various plants she would need for her rituals. It seemed that the school didn't trust first years to correctly follow the instructions which was, as Helen thought back to the boil-incident in Potions class, completely reasonable. Many plants would be studied theoretically only, because they were too dangerous to handle by amateur herbologists.

After the class ended, they made their way back to the castle. Helen discussed dangerous plants they knew about and compared classes with Hermione and Micheal. They parted ways upon reaching the seventh floor and the ravens made their way to the Ravenclaw common room. Helen and the others went for a quick shower and changed into casual clothes. She wore a pair of blue tights with a white loose full-sleeved crop top and carried a robe with her. When everyone was back Helen suggested exploring the castle and everyone agreed. They started from the top, from the astronomy tower on the seventh floor and went down till the fourth floor finding various interesting landmarks, a few shortcuts which Helen showed them, paintings, occasional busts and statues.

As it approached dinner time, which was from 6:30 to 8:00 in the evening, they skipped the rest and went down to the great hall. Her clothing generated a bit of an interest from the students but since it wasn't inappropriate no one objected. Hermione and a few other muggleborns even looked interested. Helen didn't let the glances and starring bother her and went about eating her dinner. She had steak-medium with peas and roasted carrots but she ignored the pumpkin juice. For dessert Helen had a bit of her favorite treacle tart.

Afterwards, they gathered in the common room and spent some time with the rest of their housemates. Helen, Padma and Lisa spend some time with Penelope Clearwater, the fifth year prefect who guided them yesterday, discussing the inner working of Ravenclaw house and the buddy system they had in place for those who were lagging behind academically. Su and Mandy were talking with some second year girls, which included another girl of Chinese heritage. By the rate of which they were speaking, Mandy had probably found the second year social butterflies and was rapidly gossiping away with them. Morag and the boys were chatting with what seemed like the quidditch team. After a while Helen too joined up with them, as she was also interested in the sport. She knew that, while it would take away some of her time, being on the house quidditch team would mean instant support from the whole house and her word would carry more weight even among the upper years. It would also provide her with more opportunities to influence suitable students into under her wing.

She also took this opportunity to subtly probe the minds of her housemates with legilimency. Helen had multiple reasons for doing this. Firstly, she wanted to check how many students had occlumency shields or natural mind barriers. If someone did have defences, they wouldn't be able to detect who attacked them in the crowded common room. Secondly, she wanted to see how much influence and sway she already held on them and on how they could be manipulated further. She started with her year mates and found that none had any barriers whatsoever. This would make things much easier. Helen's plan with them was rather simple. She'd assert herself in the centre of their group, something that was already playing out rather smoothly. Then, she would gain their loyalty through the carrot and the stick. If they did something she approved of Helen would reward them in some way, if they did something Helen disapproved of they'd find themselves being gradually more isolated from the rest of the group.

In the case of the upper years, Helen only did a weak surface scan. She found that no one until fourth year had any mental barriers. She knew that wasn't the case in the slytherin house. At least, it wasn't so during Tom Riddle's time here. Intriguingly, she found that a lot of students were infatuated with her. Terry Boot, Anthony Goldstein, Morag MacDaugal and Padma Patil were in awe of her legend. Mandy, Micheal and Lisa were impressed with her intelligence and knowledge with the former two already swayed by her charisma. Surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, a few upper years already had some lustful desires for her, including a couple of boys in the quidditch team. Obviously, being attractive had its benefits. If it helped Helen control them she'd do far more than toy with some boys for a few hours to gain their loyalty. It seemed that playing off the legend of the girl who lived and using it to her advantage would also be a very effective move..

After Helen judged that she had socialized enough, She got up and stretched a bit, expertly displaying a bit of her midriff for hungry eyes to admire. Smiling brilliantly, she wished everyone goodnight, gave a look to her year-mates and went upstairs. It was still quite early but she had planned certain extra-curricular activities for the next morning and had to be up really early for them. She went to her room and changed into a red silk nightgown and went to the toilets. Out in the oval, she found her year-mates coming up as well, following her lead like the loyal dogs they would soon become. After using the facilities, she found them reading or talking in the oval. She chatted a bit more with them, subtly approved them for following her upstairs and implanted a desire for her approval in their minds via legilimency. After wishing another goodnight, she went to her room to sleep.


R&R.

A big thank you to 1saaa.