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Having Harry's Destiny- Helena

Two weeks went by before the girl emerged from her room at last. They were eating supper when her figure appeared in the doorway. Everyone froze, their forks and spoons in midair, mouths wide open. She wasn't looking at them or anything in particular, just staring straight ahead. Mrs. Weasley was the first to break out of the stunned stupor.

"Well, well, this is a surprise deary," she rushed to get another plate. "Come have a seat and eat something, you're nothing but skin and bones." It was true. She had lost a lot of weight and she looked deathly sick. But to Ginny she looked better then the last time she had seen her. Her hair was fixed and she had changed clothes and she wasn't crying now. Thank goodness she wasn't crying. Ginny didn't think she'd be able to handle watching her cry like that again.

The girl sat down and placed her hands flat on the table. She still didn't seem to realize what was going on around her. Mrs. Weasley sat a heaping plate in front of her.

"Eat up now dear." She said. It was the clanging of the plate against the table that snapped the girl out of her stupor. Her eyes shot down to the plate and then around the table at the faces that were watching her. She stopped at Ron and Hermione. A familiar grin spread across her face. They froze. That was Harry's grin. Harry's grin. Harry was inside that body. Ron opened his mouth to say something but a cough from Dumbledore stopped him.

"I'm starving," the girl said in a distinct British accent. "I could eat a whole heard of bloody horses." She gave a short Harry like chuckle and dug in. The others slowly began to eat again, never taking their eyes off the girl for more then a few seconds at a time. When she was done she pushed her plate away with great gusto and opened her mouth to say something but to everyone's surprise she burped instead. Now this wasn't some little "burp" it was a huge "BBBBUUUUUUURRRRPPPP!" Her hands flew to cover her mouth.

"Excuse me!" she apologized and then more to herself she added. "Momma would have been proud of that one." She laughed sadly at some unknown joke. Hermione remembered hearing Megan telling someone that her mother was one of her best friends. She felt a pang of guilt for being so mean to the girl.

The dishes were being cleared when Dumbledore finally spoke.

"Before everyone leaves, we have some business to attend to." He said causing everyone to sit back down. "First is what to call you, young lady." He pointed to the girl.

"We've thought about that." She replied. "Since we'll be here where people are most likely to slip and say Harry but not Megan we decided we should pick a H name to help cover up any slips of the tongue." She winked at Hermione and Ron. Without thinking Hermione grabbed Ron's hand for support. "So we picked Helena, you can choose whatever last name you like."

"Helena it is then." Dumbledore said. "Now what to do with you…"

"We've thought of that too." She interjected. "We'll enroll into Hogwarts as a new student and I'll let Harry handle most of the school part seeing as he's already had six years of it and I just plain suck at this stuff. Oh, and since Voldemort probably found out about Megan you should spread the news that she killed herself because she was unable to handle the pressure of having to save the world or something tragic like that. We figure that if Voldemort thinks he has no real opposition then he'll get bold and bold means clumsy which is good for us." During this whole time her accent had switched back and forth between British and American.

"That could be a problem," Ron mumbled.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Her accent keeps switching between American and British." He said. "And just because we know why doesn't mean that we're going to be the only ones who notice it."

"Yes that could be a problem." Dumbledore mused.

"And the "we" thing." One of the twins added. "You keep referring to yourself as "we"…"

"…and other people are going to think you're nuts if keep doing that" the other one added.

"I guess I have some things to work on," she said rubbing her forehead in a weary manner. "Just pinch us..uh..me every time I say we and that should help." She sighed, "It's just so hard. Putting together a sentence is like fighting the Revolutionary War." She paused and then started laughing. The others looked at each other trying to decide what was so funny. "The Revolutionary War, get it?" she asked. "I have a Yank and a Brit inside of me?…. Oh never mind." She started to get up to leave but collapsed back into the chair. It was then that they saw how much the short amount of time had taken out of her. She looked like she could pass out any minute now.

"You need to go to bed this instant," Mrs. Weasley said. "Ronald come help Helena up to her room." He got up slowly and gave Hermione a look that said, "Please come with me." She got up and followed him. He went over and gently lifted Helena out of her chair and wrapped her arm around his shoulder.

"I didn't realize how tiring it was," she mumbled as they walked up the stairs. "Having two people trying to talk at once." The rest of what she said neither he nor Hermione could make out so they figured that Harry and Megan were having an internal conversation. When they got to the room they found it in a worse condition then Ginny had.

"Bloody Hell," Ron said looking around. "Ginny said it was bad but she didn't say it was this bad."

"Guess we- ouch!" Hermione pinched her. "I mean I need to clean up some. But now I just want to sleep." Hermione pushed most of the junk off the bed so Ron could set her down. The second Helena's head hit the pillows she was out cold. Hermoine found a blanket amidst the mess and threw it over her sleeping form. They stood staring at her for several minutes.

"How are we supposed to deal with this, Mione?" Ron asked in a hushed voice. "How are we supposed to react to this?"

"I don't know Ron," she replied. "I don't know how we're supposed to deal with all this, but I do know that we should be grateful for the second chance with Harry. Even if things won't be the same as before, not even remotely close, it's still a second chance."

"It's just so weird," Ron said. Hermione simply nodded. They took one last look at the sleeping figure.

"Come on Ron." Hermione said gently leading him out of the room. Life had always been complicated, but now it was like trying to put together a jigsaw puzzle that had a hundred extra pieces while wearing a blindfold. So at this point they just stopped trying to put it together and went to bed.

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