Helga

Helga couldn't stand bullies. Ever since she had moved here, there were a ton of bullies who felt they could pick on her. She wasn't usually one for violence, but she was glad someone beat the boy up. Rowena seemed nice, but there was something odd about her, as if they were supposed to meet. That's crazy She thought. How can that be? I didn't even know who she was until a couple of minutes ago... Helga shook her head. No, I must be mistaken. It would be impossible! There's no such thing as destiny. Something had unnerved her about Rowena, though. When she spoke, it was like a gust of wind had blown her away. The boy was also very strange. He laughed strangely, as if he were underwater. People are sure strange. She thought. As she was thinking, she walked closer and closer to her home. She started to run, but as she took off she smelled something burning. She turned around, and let out a blood curling scream. "FIRE! FIRE! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!" She shrieked. She shouted for a long time in vain, for nobody was around to hear her. I'll just have to take matters into my own hands. She thought, clenching her teeth. Before she could change her mind, she rushed into the burning building to see if anybody was still in there. "Hello?" Helga shouted over the crackling fire.

"Please, somebody, HELP ME!" She heard a boy shout from an upstairs bedroom.

"I'm coming, hold on!" Helga answered, already half up the torched stairs. She reached the bedroom doors and saw a boy trying to carry two people, one man and one woman, presumably his parents. "I'll carry her, you get him!" She yelled, trying not to choke on the fumes. The boy nodded and carried the man over his shoulder, while Helga tried to lift the woman. Helga and the boy had reached down the stairs when they heard a loud noise at the front door. Helga soon realized that it wasn't the fire department. "I think the entrance is blocked!" She shouted to the boy.

"I know, we'll go out the back door!" He replied, trying to keep the fear out of his voice. Helga and the boy soon reached the back door and exited the house safely. Helga noticed that the boy had tons of burns on his hands and feet. She gently put down the woman and took her pulse. Helga froze.

"I-I think she's dead." She said, her face white. The boy soon broke down crying, and didn't stop for at least ten minutes.

"T-That was m-my mum." He choked through tears. Helga sat down next to him.

"What's your name?" She asked the boy.

"Godric. Godric Gryffindor." He said, starting to calm down. That was strange to Helga. Your parents just died. How on Earth does "What's your name?" calm you down? She scolded herself. It was rude of her to think such thoughts, considering his mum just died.

"Hello, my name's Helga. Helga Hufflepuff. Um, what about-" She asked, pointing to the man. Godric looked up, startled, and crawled over to the man. He cried even harder, which lead Helga to believe that he was dead, too.

"Not Dad, too!" He screamed, scaring Helga. Godric began shouting things into the skies, things Helga couldn't repeat.

"I'm so sorry," She said softly.

"It's not your fault, you couldn't have prevented it. Thank you for trying, though. I would probably have died if I had tried to carry both of them." He glanced over at her gratefully.

"Where will you go now?" Helga asked.

"Probably to my Aunts' house, just a few minutes from here. Her name is Maria Chelswick."

"Oh, she's my neighbor!" She exclaimed. "She seems very nice!" She added.

"Yeah, but she's not my Mum..." Godric replied sadly. "I guess I'll have to go over there and tell her what happened." He said gloomily.

"Here, I'm heading home myself, we'll walk together!" Helga said kindly.

"Okay, but should I take-"

"No, we'll get someone to help us. We can't carry both." Helga interrupted. Godric shrugged and began walking. He was bigger than Helga, and it was very hard for her to catch up. When they finally reached their houses, Helga was exhausted. "Well, I guess I'll see you later, Godric." She panted. "I'm truly sorry about what happened." Godric nodded and went inside his home. Helga walked to the front door of her house and knocked. When the door opened, her mother was standing in front over her.

"Why are you late?" Her mother asked, looking furious.

"I got lost on my way home." Helga lied as she stepped inside. If her mother found out, she would not stop talking about it. I'm sure Godric doesn't want everybody knowing about it. She thought. Helga sighed as she went to the kitchen to have lunch. Well, there may be one person I can tell...