Wow, finally updating! Sorry for the wait but I've been super busy. Thanks to the few who reviewed! You guys are the best!

This chappie is a bit sad too but things are going to start getting happier soon so don't worry! I can only write angsty for short periods of time!

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Having Harry's Destiny- A Call from a Friend

The next day during breakfast everyone was very nervous and jittering. They kept looking at the door waiting for Helena to show. She never did. The dishes had been cleaned and put away and still no Helena. Mrs. Weasley sighed heavily and began preparing a tray for her.

"Just when I thought we were making progress." She said sadly. Ron looked at Hermione questioningly. She nodded her head.

"We'll take that up mum," he offered and she willingly handed the tray over. The walk up the stairs and to her room seemed to take forever. They weren't really sure if they were dreading this or excited about it. They opened the door quietly expecting Helena to still be asleep. Instead they found her standing in the middle of the room, one hand on her hip and the other tapping her chin thoughtfully. She was wearing a pair of blue jean shorts and a bright blue tank top that had a picture of Snoopy on it and said Smile. Her dark hair was up in a haphazard ponytail. Ron couldn't help but notice how good she looked. Then he remembered that Harry was in there and gagged. It was the sound of him choking that got her attention.

"Ron!" she rushed over to him.

"Are you ok?" Hermione asked taking the tray from him.

"Yeah," he said waving them off. "I'm fine, just got some dust or something in my throat." Luckily they seemed to buy it and left him alone.

"Have you been cleaning?" Hermione asked looking around the room. It wasn't as messy as it had been the night before. The clothes had been put in a pile to be washed and most of the trash had been picked up.

"Yeah," Helena said looking around the room. "Thought I'd get a head start before breakfast."

"Well, you kind of missed breakfast," Ron said pointing to the tray.

"Oops," she said sheepishly. "We, ugh, I broke the clock a while back and I can't seem to find my watch among the mess."

"Well why don't you eat while we work on cleaning some," Hermione offered as she sat the tray on the bed.

"Thanks. Oh and guys," Ron and Hermione turned to her and to their surprise she pulled them both into a hug. "I missed you loads." Hermione breathed in sharply.

"We missed you too." She said. Ron simply squeezed Helena tighter. Maybe he could learn to live with this Harry and Megan thing, maybe this could work. He had his best friend back. Helena pulled away. She smiled at them but there was sadness in her eyes.

"Now to eat." She said turning away from them. Hermione and Ron looked at each other. They saw they same feeling of hope reflected in the other's eyes. They spent the morning cleaning up the room. They talked some but spent most of the time listening to Harry and Megan arguing with each other. They had just finished a heated discussion on whether or not Star Wars was a great movie classic when Ron spoke up.

"That's something else you're going to have to work on." He said.

"What? Star Wars?" Helena asked stopping what she was doing.

"No, talking to yourself out loud."

"Oh, you're right that could cause some problems," she said. "When I, ha I said I! Anyways, when I was in here alone I could talk all I wanted to. I'll just have to learn not to talk out loud, but should I ever start doing it by accident just tell people I have multiple personality disorder."

"That's kind of true," Hermione contemplated.

"I could be Hogwarts new crazy kid!" Helena did a little silly dance in a circle making Ron and Hermione laugh. Their happy moment was shattered by the seemingly innocent wring of a phone. They all jumped.

"My cell phone made it through all this?" Helena said looking around for the source of the noise.

"Here it is." Hermione said pulling it from behind the desk by its cord. It had amazingly staid in once piece and plugged in to the wall the whole time. Helena went and looked over Hermione's shoulder. The caller id read "Sarah C." A grin spread over Helena's face as she started to reach for the phone but froze half way. The smile faded from her face and her hand fell lifelessly to her side.

"You have to answer it." She whispered.

"What?" Hermione asked shocked.

"You have to tell her that Megan…Megan committed suicide." Hermione felt her heart drop. She have been present when they had discussed what story they would give to the papers but this was different then that, this was telling Megan's friend that she would never see her again.

"Please." Megan begged. Hermione pushed the button to answer the phone.

"Hello?" she said in a barely audible whisper.

"Megan? Is that you?" the voice on the other end asked.

"Ah, no. This is Hermione."

"Well can I talk to Megan?" Hermione glanced over and saw tears in Helena's eyes. She shook her head.

"Ah…" How do you tell someone a thousand miles away that their friend is dead? "I'm afraid I have some bad news."

"What? Is she ok?" the girl sounded worried.

"She..ahh…I don't know how to say this but…she's… dead." There was silence on the other end. Helena let out a choked sob. Ron pulled her into a comforting hug.

"What?" a shaky voice came over the phone line.

"I'm so sorry." Hermione was almost in tears.

"Is this some kind of joke? I WANT TO TALK TO MEGAN NOW!" The girl screamed over the phone. Megan had to bury her face in Ron's chest to keep her friend from hearing her cry.

"I'm sorry you had to learn about it this way." Hermione said

"She can't be dead! She was my best friend!" The girl on the other end was crying hysterically. "How did she die? HOW DID SHE DIE?" Hermione had hoped she wouldn't ask that.

"Su..su..suicide."

"NOOOO! YOU'RE LYING!" the girl screamed. "MEGAN WOULD NEVER DO THAT! I KNOW YOU'RE LYING! YOU BITCH! YOU LYING BITCH! TELL ME THE TRUTH!" Hermione couldn't take anymore of this.

"I'm sorry. I can't change what happened. I have to go." She ended the call. Helena began out right sobbing, no longer trying to stifle her tears. Hermione walked over and set on the bed beside her, tears in her own eyes. Helena took the phone and clutched it to her chest as if it would somehow bring her friend to her. Hermione reached out and squeezed her other hand. They sat like that for some time. Ron holding Helena in his arms while she cried and clutched her phone, Hermione holding Helena's hand and crying her own silent tears.

None of them noticed when Helena stopped sobbing and resorted to quiet shaking. What brought them back was when Helena held the phone out and slowly and painfully turned it off.

"Megan…" Ron said quietly. She turned to him.

I'm sorry for how I treated you before," he hung his head. "You didn't deserve that. I just never stopped to consider you, your feelings. I just thought about my pain. I'm sorry." Helena didn't say anything but simply nodded her head.

"I'm sorry too," Hermione added. "I could have nicer before."

"It's all behind us now." Helena said standing up and getting a box of tissues. "Right now we need to work on making this…relationship or whatever you want to call it work. Because once school starts I'm going to depend a lot on you guys."

"We'll be there." Hermione whispered. "We'll do whatever we can." Ron nodded in agreement.

"I think we did a pretty good job today." Helena said turning to survey the now tidy room. "Now I just need to clean myself up." She added running her hands through her messy hair. "It's just that I HATE taking showers and stuff now."

"Why?" Hermione asked puzzled. Helena turned bright pink.

"Well, uh, I'm a girl and I've got a boy in my body who can see everything I can." She said fumbling nervously with her hands. Both Ron and Hermione turned bright red at this and proceed to study various points on the walls.

"Oh no!" Hermione exclaimed wheeling about. "That is going to be a problem."

"What?" Helena asked. "Me not liking to take showers?"

"No, not that. It's just when we get to Hogwarts you'll be sharing a bedroom and bathroom with a bunch of other girls." This realization caused Helena to turn an even darker shade of red.

"Harry doesn't seem to mind the idea." She mumbled under her breath causing Ron to snort.

"Lucky you." He said which gained him a pop on the head from Hermione.

"Don't worry I'm sure Dumbledore will give you a private room once we explain the situation to him." Hermione said.

"I hope so." Helena sighed. "I can't walk around with my eyes closed the whole school year."

"Bloody Hell!" Ron exclaimed looking at his watch. "We missed lunch and we're going to miss dinner if we don't hurry it up!" He ran out the door without bothering to see if the girls were going to follow him or not.

"That's Ron always thinking with his stomach." Hermione said with a laugh. Helena smiled and followed Hermione out the door with one last sad and longing look over her shoulder at the cell phone lying on her bed.

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