~AN: Like before I don't own Harry Potter, sorry. However, I do seem to own Hellen at this point. She isn't really Harry Potter anymore as she is taking a form of her own. Hope you Enjoy!~

~Helena's POV~

I hugged Griphook tightly murmuring a thank you into his ear craving comfort from the friendly soul. He had been so kind to me already, I could feel that I had been healed whether by him or another he had seen it done and protected me and in turn I was very, very grateful. He had also rescued me and said he would try to get my cousin and Aunty out. I spun around with a quiet squeak, startled as I heard someone clear their throat behind me, my eyes were a little wide. The person was another goblin like Griphook, though he seemed to be in charge and I relaxed quickly as He felt safe like Griphook did.

"It is not often one is willing to hug a Goblin, youngling. Yet I think this shows just how mature you are for your age, Helena. I am very happy to get the chance to meet you, though, admittedly I am greatly saddened that it had to be in this manner. My name is Roganoke, current Leader of the Goblin Folk. At least that's what the humans would call us." He spoke softly in a calming and kind manner making me feel safer.

"Should I not have sir? He saved me and I wanted to thank him…. was I bad again sir?" I grew worried. If I had been bad again maybe the nice goblin wouldn't be able to keep his promise. Maybe they would beat me like Uncle did and send me back. I don't wanna go back. Uncle is scary and he hates me. Aunty and cousin need out too. I hope they didn't get hurt for me being missing. I looked up seeing Roganoke nod at someone on the side of the room who then left. I wasn't sure what they were communicating about.

"No youngling you are not in trouble. It's going to be okay, little one. We have a few things we want to do before we find you a new home. One of which is a blood test, the other is much stronger healing and restoration to how you should be for a girl of your age. Is this okay with you little one?" Roganoke asked softly, smiling gently at me and offered a hand in a gesture of friendship and caring. Slowly I stepped forward taking Roganoke's hand gently resting my hand in his shivering slightly.

"H-how is it done? The blood test? I trust you though. Just nervous about everything, it's all so sudden. It's kinda scary. Though this is already so much better than aunt and uncles." I cringed at the thought of my aunt and uncle fearing already that they would find me and drag me back to the house and the shed away from these people.

"I can siphon a little blood or you can nick a finger and we let the blood fall into this potion here and lay a special piece of parchment into the potion and then leave it for a few minutes while the parchment soaks up the potion and blood which will then reveal your ancestry and any inheritance that you may receive whether physical like a house or magical. This parchment will also display any contracts, bindings, potions, and Heiress titles tied to your person. We can chat as this develops though usually it's a short process. We also wish to heal your body from the abuse it has been dealt and relieve it of any bindings upon it and stunting done to it that we can." Roganoke spoke softly and it made sense to me. I looked at the softly bubbling potion with a little trepidation. It was a soft silvery color and was emitting a gentle blue smoke. It smelled nice but I got the feeling consumption would be most likely lethal. Then I saw the knife, it was beautiful, softly curved and silver in color. It had a soft teal colored gem in the handle.

"I-I can nick my finger. It may be better if we don't know what all spells there are on me. Who knows what could happen and I don't wanna hurt anyone." I looked down desperately wishing that there was something I could have done to know what all was affecting me, besides the physical abuse, before this point of all of this. Roganoke looked at me with a gentle smile as though proud of me for thinking about how magics may interact or something.

"See I knew there was something special about you, youngling. Yes, it would seem you inherited both of your parent's intelligence. Not many younglings would think of the fact that different magic's interacting could have diverse effects between beneficial and detrimental. However, Goblin magic is different from Wizard and Witch magic. You still wish to use the knife?" I nodded softly at his words and he gently handed me the knife. I looked up at Roganoke and then softly cut my palm with the knife dropping the blood into the cauldron of the potion. Roganoke smiled softly but grimly and healed my hand and then dipped the parchment into the potion to leave it there while we started to softly converse about goblin wars and etiquette and magic. It was fascinating to me that it was so different from wizarding magic and the etiquette was so strange and complex, such as showing teeth being a threat even while most humans constantly showed their teeth in an attempt to be friendly. Suddenly Roganoke looked over at the paper and smiled.

"You ready to hear what you are, little Helena?" He spoke softly, looking over at me, his hand hovering over the parchment. I nodded and smiled excited and happy that I would finally get some answers. It may not tell me who I am but at least I can know what I am and maybe where I come from.

"Please Sir." I leaned forward as he lifted the paper eyes widening as the paper grew in length paling a little bit at just how long it had become and then at the contents contained within the parchment.

"Mister Roganoke?"

AN: Hope you don't hate me for this cliffhanger. Wonder why Roganoke went pale, those who read the original probably know. But for those of you who are new, guess you have to wait and see. Hope you all have an amazing Thanksgiving if you celebrate it if not I hope you have an Amazing Thursday.