Wow, it's been forever! Well I went out of town for spring break so that's one reason why it took so long. That and I have like a million scholarship essays to write in like three days. Urg! But anyways that's not what you're here for so enjoy the story and please review!

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Having Harry's Destiny-Meeting Old Friends as Strangers

Helena sat in a car traveling through London. Hermione and Ginny sat beside her talking about something but Helena wasn't paying attention. She seemed to be engrossed in the world outside the window but in fact she was deep in conversation within herself.

So when are you going to take over? Megan asked Harry. She sat beside a small brook with the gentle current tickling her bare toes. Harry leaned against a tree a few feet behind her watching her splash the water lightly. Grassy meadows surrounded them on all sides but the front. On the other side of the brook about five feet from its edge, the field ended and London's streets flew past. They had found that they could make this world inside Helena look however they pleased, though the "window" was always present when Helena was awake. Whoever walked up to the window and placed their hands on its membrane controlled the body. Megan had done most of the controlling lately mainly because once school started Harry would take over. The one who wasn't in control could talk to the one who was without affecting the body but it took them a while to figure out how the person in control could talk to the one who wasn't without the body also speaking. It was Harry who suggested removing one hand and turning their face away from the window. It had work. The body would jerk slightly when they did this but no one seemed to notice.

Actually I've been thinking that over and I don't think I should, He responded.

What? Megan asked jumping to her feet.

I think you should remain in control while we're at school.

But we already decided you would, Megan said You're the one who knows magic; you're the one who's had training. You know the school, you know the people.

And they know me Harry began. If I take over I'm going to act, well, like myself. Don't you think people are going to start asking questions when a girl that looks like me, acts like me, and knows things that only I would know shows up? They'll think it's me in a dress!

I hadn't thought about it Megan said quietly. But I can't do this!

Don't worry Harry said wrapping his arm around her comfortingly. I'll be right here the whole time telling you what to do.

But what about the magic? Megan persisted. I suck at magic, you know that.

I can take over when you need to perform a spell Harry conceded. And you shouldn't have any emergencies since Voldemort doesn't know anything about you.

Megan sat back down at the water's edge. Harry sat beside and plopped his bare feet into the cool stream.

Hey, you got your other half to look after to you, Harry reminded her. In here her body was whole. The only signs that she had been cut in two was a very faint line that went down the middle of her body and a thin silver string that was attached to her back and disappeared into the mist.

I guess, she muttered. Harry sighed. He liked Megan he just wished he could have gotten to know her a different way. Dying was not his idea of making a new friend. He shook his head. This was no time to regret the past. He reached out with his mind and flipped a mental switch. The sounds from the car filled the air around them. He smiled. Hermione and Ron were arguing as usually.

"Helena?" he heard Ginny say.

You better get going, He turned to Megan. Ginny wants you. Megan nodded. She got up and waded to the other side of the brook. He tuned out as she began talking to Ginny. Megan's light brown hair was all over one shoulder and his eyes focused on the line running down her neck. He grimaced at the sight. He had hurt her soo badly. He felt so terrible, not just for hurting her but for not caring at first. Before he had entered her body he hadn't really considered her a person. To be honest he had just thought of her as a simpleton muggle and a means to come back to the world of the living. Now that he had gotten to know her he realized that she above and beyond simple. He had always thought muggles had the easy life, no troubles, no worries. He was wrong. Megan had shared many memories of her life with him. When they shared memories it was like begin inside a movie, with everything happening around them. Her life had been full of happiness and joy but it was full of pain and suffering too. He was surprised at how strong she was. She had weathered tough times in her life and came out a happy and bright person. It was going to be nice to have her help him through the final battle.

"HELENA!" Ginny said shaking her. Helena snapped back to the outside world.

"Huh? What?" she asked looking around puzzled.

"Gesh," Ginny said. "I said your name like five times."

"Sorry," Helena said sheepishly. "Me and Harry were talking."

"Oh…well I was going to show you something but we pasted it a long time ago."

"Sorry."

"So…"Ron said turning around and leaning over the front seat. "Did you and Harry decide when he's gonna…take over or whatever you want to call it?"

"Well, that's what we were talking about actually," Helena reached up to tuck her hair behind her ears but stopped herself. They had parted her hair to the side and given her swooping bangs to cover the faint scar on her forehead but she was going to have to drop her old habit of tucking if it was to work.

"And?" Ginny prodded her.

"Harry's been thinking it over and he doesn't think he should take over." Helena said keeping her eyes on anything but their faces.

"WHAT?" They all exclaimed at the same time.

"Why?" Hermione asked. "I thought you both had already decided."

"So did I," Helena sighed. "He said he'd been thinking about it and he thinks people will be suspicious if a girl that looks like him and acts like him AND knows things that only he would shows up right after he died. So he wants me to stay in control unless I need to perform a spell or something." She paused and looked at their disappointed faces. "And of course you can talk to him whenever you want." She added.

"Can we talk to him now?" Ron asked hopefully.

"Sure," Helena's head jerked slightly to the right and then she froze. Her eyes were glazed over as is she was daydreaming. A few seconds later her eyes refocused. "Hold on. I can't get his attention. He's off in La La Land or something." He eyes glazed over again. There was a long pause and then she snapped back.

"Sorry bout that mate." She said with a distinct Harry grin. "Got lost in thought and Megan had to come pinch me."

"Harry!" Hermione let out a squeal and reached across Ginny to hug Helena.

"Hey, Mione," Helena said hugging her back.

"Ugh," Ginny said. "I can't breathe."

"Sorry," Hermione said leaning back.

"So you're not going to school with us?" Ron asked.

"Of course I'm going," He said. "It's not like I can leave this body. Just think about it guys, you know I'm right. People would notice me even more if I were in control and acting like myself."

"I guess," Hermione said quietly.

"Besides, I'm right here if you need me. I can hear and see everything that's going on and will be there like that," he snapped his fingers, "if you need me."

"It's just not the same," Ron mumbled.

"I know," Helena said. "But I can ride the rest of the way to the train if you want me to."

"Well duh!" Ginny said. "Of course we want you to!" So the four friends spent the rest of the ride talking times gone by and the people they knew. When they pulled up to the train station Ron turned around to Helena.

"Do you think Megan can handle this?" He asked worriedly.

"I was worried about that at first because I had shown her so many of my memories of Hogwarts and everybody and I was afraid she wouldn't be able to pull off the "I-have-no-idea-who-you-are-or-what's-going-on" thing. Then she shared some memories with me that put my mind at ease." The others looked at him expectantly. "Apparently she's quite a good actress, even won a few awards back home. She wanted to go into film when she got older."

"I didn't know that," Ginny said more to herself then anybody else.

"Well you should take the time to really get to know her," Helena said. "She's really great." Before they could say anything, Helena's head jerked slightly and her eyes glazed over. Harry was gone.

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Helena walked the platform nervously looking around her at the unfamiliar faces. They had decided that she should board the train separately and meet up with the others once they were on. She managed to force herself to walk through the wall without too much coaxing from Harry. She reached over and stroked her cream colored owl, Satin, for comfort. She looked around at her surroundings; she recognized them from Harry's memories. There was a small trickle of students climbing on board and no sign of Ron, Hermione, or Ginny.

"Might as well get this over with," she mumbled. She climbed on board and walked slowly down the corridor looking for her friends. Just then a compartment door flew open and someone rushed out knocking her over.

"Hey!" she shouted.

"Well, what's this?" she heard a faintly familiar voice ask. A hand reached down to help her and she accepted it. When she looked up to see who it was, her eyes met the cold gray eyes of Draco Malfoy. Her immediate reaction was to want to pull her hand away but he beat her to it.

"HELL!" He shouted with a look of pure shock on his face. His two goons turned to see what the problem was and their eyes grew big at the sight of her.

"Sh..shh..she looks like Pppotter." Goyle stammered.

"Gesh," Helena said. "Didn't your parents teach you about good manners?" She brushed past them and continued down the corridor. Draco whirled around and called out to her.

"Are you related to Harry Potter?" He said in a strained voice.

"GGGAAAA!" she shouted. "I wish you people would stop asking me that! I need to get a shirt that says; NO, I'M NOT RELATED TO HARRY FRICKING POTTER SO DON'T FRICKING ASK ME THAT!" The name Harry Potter brought several people out into the corridor including Hermione and Ron.

"Helena?" Hermione asked. Helena turned around and spotted the two looking at her very confused.

"Hey Hermione," Helena said walking up to her. She could see other people in the compartment behind Ron. "Is that blonde kid always such a prick?" She asked pointing to the spot where Malfoy had been a few moments before.

"Who, Malfoy? Always." Ron said ushering her in.

"Guys this is Helena Cullington," Hermione said to the boy and girl inside that Helena recognized from Harry's memories as Neville and Luna. "The girl that me and Ron and kind of followed around the other day."

"Stalked is more like," Helena said remembering the story they discussed.

"She does look a lot like Harry," Luna said teary eyed.

"Now you see why we were following her around." Ron said. "Oh, Helena, these are our friends Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood."

"Nice to meet you," Helena said and they just nodded not taking their eyes off her. She shifted uncomfortably. "So you were friends of Harry too?"

"Yeah," Neville said quietly.

"I'm sorry about what happened." She said apologetically and they just nodded again.

After a few minutes of strained silence, the others began talking quietly. Helena tried to pay attention but her mind wandered and she found herself looking out the window again. She moved slightly to get more comfortable and heard a crinkling noise coming from her pocket. She pulled out a folded piece of paper. How did that get in there? she thought as she unfolded it. It read:

Don't forget to prank Malfoy or we'll prank you till the day you die (again). It's up to you to carry on our tradition.

Love,

Fred and George

She shook her head and smiled. They were officially obsessed with this. Oh well might as well have fun with it. She retrieved a pen and pretended to scribble on the paper. After a few minutes of doodling she set the pen down beside her and out of sight of the others and leaned back and pretended to doze. No one noticed the pen slide off the bench down to the floor, creep along the wall to the door and disappear out the slightly cracked door. A few minutes passed and suddenly shouts filled the air. Everyone jumped up and rushed to the door. Down the hall Malfoy burst from his compartment in rage. He was trying frantically to wipe a huge black blob of ink off his face but only exceeded in making it bigger. The train erupted in snickers as he rushed to the bathroom.

"What was all that about?" Hermoine mused.

"I don't know but I'm sure glad I was around to see it," Ron said laughing. The others agreed with him as they returned to the compartment in a much better mood. While they were discussing Malfoy's "accident," Helena managed to catch Hermione's eye. She grinned and winked at her. Hermione's eyes grew wide.

"You?" she mouthed and Helena nodded. Hermoine gave her a small thumbs up after making sure the others weren't paying attention.

"I wish something like that happened more often," Neville said whimsically.

It will. Oh don't worry, it will. Helena thought to herself. Inside Harry was rolling with laughter and she couldn't help but chuckle. She settled into the conversation as the miles flew by outside the window. This may turn out to be fun after all. she thought with a grin.

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