Helena looked back at her reflection in a large mirror that was tucked away in a corner of her bedroom.
She saw that her sky-blue eyes were duller than usual and that her dirty-blonde hair was looking like it was more brown than anything else.
"Hello," Helena greeted to her reflection.
"Hello," her reflection replied back, smiling at her.
"My dear friend, you look tired, so tell me, please, how are you?" Helena asked.
"I am quite well, although I sense I have a cold coming. And I agree, I haven't been sleeping well."
"I see, I do hope it is nothing serious my dear friend, as we cannot deal with such a chaotic thing nowadays. And I'm sorry that your sleep is not substantial. Are your dreams troubling at all."
"Yes. I agree. My dreams are not for you to worry about, child. Besides, you must be growing up, Helena. Isn't it a week until your birthday?"
"Yes it is, my dear friend. I'm going to turn 11 years old."
"I see," stated the reflection. A /ding-dong/ echoed throughout the house. "Someone's calling the doorbell for you, Helena. You best get it."
"I agree. See you later, my dear friend."
And she turned away and came out of her bedroom and hurried down the stairs before they could turn away.
Before she opened the door, she saw through the glass that there were three people dressed in black robes in broad daylight.
She figured it would be them from that school, so she thought that it would be best to just open the door.
"Hello, may I help you?" Helena asked a little sarcastically whilst smiling sweetly in a fake manner.
"Hello, Miss Prince," said a tall woman with dark hair and heavily-lidded eyes. "May we come in?" And they came through the door without waiting for her reply.
"Please, come in."
"I suppose you know why we're here?" the woman asked.
"Yes, but quite frankly I do not understand why it takes all three of you to be here."
"Just in case you resist," the woman replied coolly.
"Resist what? Going to a school?" confusion wrinkled Helena's forehead.
"Many have tried before and failed."
"I can imagine."
"You have no choice but to go."
"I wasn't going to resist anyway," said Helena simply.
"Do you have identification of you being something more than a Mudblood?" the woman asked adruptly. Helena rolled her eyes.
"It's here somewhere..." she said, searching the shelves.
"Aha," she announced a few minutes later. She gave a certificate to the dark haired woman. It was proof of her father's blood-status.
"Do you have another?" she asked.
"No."
"Why's that is it because your filthy little mother was a Mudblood?"
"Don't you dare," Helena said with rage in her eyes. "Say anything about my parents."
"What are you going to do, kill me?"
"I wouldn't put it past me," Helena said coldly.
"Please, you're not even trained."
"Please, you don't even know what I can do."
"I don't, but the Dark Lord does."
"Yet he isn't here, I wonder why."
"Good observation."
"You can leave now," she stated.
And so all three of them exchanged a look and turned on their heels to go out of the still open door.
Helena sighed and went into the living room to collapse on the sofa.
x
They came back the next day, but this time the Dark Lord was with them. They didn't seem to bother knocking or ringing the door bell this time, as they literally blasted down the door.
"Do you mind?" Helena asked with a raised eyebrow. She definitely didn't want to fix that. Or pay for a new door, for that matter.
"Not at all," Lord Voldemort replied, not really caring about the damage caused. "Now, Miss Prince, we must discuss your school."
"And it takes several Death Eaters and you yourself to do so?"
"I have found you to be rather extraordinary."
"What do you mean?"
He dismissed his Death Eaters and they left the hallway in a hurry.
He then looked deep into her blue eyes, curious. His red, scarlet eyes burnt her blue eyes. She looked away after a second or two when the intensity became too great to hold.
He proceeded pushed her up against the wall and pointed his wand at her neck. She looked at his wand and smirked slightly.
"Where did you learn your magic?" he asked her, somewhat furious.
"Your wand isn't necessary," she said calmly.
"Tell me," he pointed it harder.
"I shall consider otherwise if you drop you wand."
He threw her to the floor in rage and she banged her head in the process. He looked in her eyes.
"Fine," he spat and he put his wand down.
"That's better."
"Now, tell me."
"I taught it to myself for these past few years."
"What?"
"I taught it to myself," she repeated. "It is not impossible to do so."
"Yes, but you also learnt to control it."
"I had to in order to survive after you killed both of my parents, or do you not remember?"
He got up and he stopped her from rising; a possible sign of dominance.
He looked at her.
"You're too powerful for your age. However, it is compulsory to attend Hogwarts, but I'm sure you'll excel greatly."
"Why do I have to go if I know it all already? So that you can watch us closely, like a prison?"
"If you wanted to be sent to a prison, then be my guest. I'm sure Azkaban would love another prisoner. Also, we must have a background check on everyone, to see if they are worthy to study magic."
"So that's your plan, is it? Stop Muggle-borns from practising magic because they came from Muggle families, which immediately down grades their powers because of where they came from?"
"You seem to cherish the matter dearly, don't you Helena? A lot to say about it? Perhaps because your mother was one of those filthy little Mudbloods?"
"You're the one who killed my mother and you didn't seem to mind about her blood-status until you could benefit from her powers," she said coldly.
"Your parent's were meddlesome fools, trying to abolish my great plans, which is why I had to dispose of them."
"You killed them because they 'got in the way?'" she asked, disbelieving.
He smirked. "It was rather... unfortunate. You were simply at the wrong place at the wrong time."
He then picked her up and he literally threw her at the wall. She stammered slightly and gasped at the impact. He grabbed a knife and placed it on her cheek.
The knife moved down slowly so that a sharp pain entered her cheek and blood came pouring down it. He then picked up his wand and sent a spell at her, not to torture, not to kill; but is hit her in the stomach and she let out a moan of pain and she her back slid down the wall as she went onto her knees, her arms clutching her belly.
"Now," he said as if the conversation never happened. "You're going to be escorted-"
"-I can escort myself," she mumbled.
"-by two Death Eaters and you're going to buy school equipment, including a wand."
"Although, once I get a wand I won't survive for three days knowing I'd have the trace on me."
"You don't read newspapers, do you Helena? The trace no longer exists, but we track what spells you do. That's how I knew you were advanced."
"Of course I read the newspapers, that's how I knew about the legality of the Unforgivable Curses, or have you forgotten your own laws?"
"I doubt-"
"Are you going to leave that to chance?"
"Go on then."
"Well, I cannot kill you and I guess that you'd be able to resist the Imperius Curse. I also lack the sadism of a Cruciatus Curse so no, I wouldn't dare."
He glared at her and decided to disapparate away before the situation escalated even further.
x
Two Death Eaters and a girl apparated into Diagon Alley. Every one who dared to be here was fearful and uncertain, wary of all of those around them.
"You'll need money of course," said one of the Death Eaters.
"Gringotts," she said simply.
"Yes."
So they opened her account, collected some money and went to several shops.
They got her equipment first, and then it was time for her wand.
It didn't take that long to find the right wand, but the wand that chose her was; Pine, Dragon Heartstring, 12 and a half inches, supple.
Afterwards, they sent her home and she had to wait for an entire year to go to Hogwarts.
To keep herself occupied, she practised. Because that was the only thing she could keep herself from going insane.