She walked the long hallways or the mountainous green areas outside Hogwarts on a weekend. She usually did her homework in the week, as normal, her Dark Arts theory was 'flawless', yet she didn't take part in the practicals. It's not that she couldn't do it, it's that she doesn't like doing it. However, Amycus Carrow had better see her pretending to do it, otherwise she'd be subjected to detention, which was usually torture. It wasn't very pleasant here, yet she had no choice. Everyone had to have a Blood status and everyone had to go there. After all, it was a hard world to be outlawed in.
She felt the breeze roll on her face and she heard chatting of her fellow Slytherins. She was by herself as Katie wanted to be alone in their dormitory.
"Yo Helena, nice ass!" a boy called from a group of people.
"Shut the fuck up," she shouted.
"You wanna go?"
He came closer to her, so that his face and hers were nearly touching.
"Hit me with your best shot," she said. He took out his wand.
"Aren't you going to take out yours, you bastard?"
"Don't need to you insufferable swine."
'Ooooo's' came from the watching crowd. His sneer faded away rapidly. She smirked briefly at him.
"Incendio," he said. Fire struck, yet she deflected it without saying a single word. They were gasping. It was obvious that he was no match for her. She smiled sweetly at him. He glared at her.
"Hey," she said. "Nice head you have. Too bad you have a massive dick on it."
He sent another spell at her, yet she hit it back at him. He was laughing. It was obviously a Tickling Hex.
Amateur, she thought amusingly.
He was still rolling on the floor, laughing, when Professor Snape came over.
"What's going on?" he asked coldly.
"It appears that he's been struck by a Tickling Hex, Professor," stated Helena coolly.
"Clearly - but who?"
"Himself."
"More like struck at him, Miss Prince."
"He came at me first, was self-defence."
"Well, we best put both of you in detention-"
"Who are you putting in detention, Severus?" asked Voldemort, who was walking over.
"These two, My Lord."
Voldemort took a glance at Helena.
"Why?" he asked.
"They were using magic."
"Oh Severus, I agree. If you don't mind, I'd like to have Helena in detention with me," he smiled cruelly.
"Of course, My Lord."
"Come Helena," he said calmly.
She had no other choice but to follow him. It took a while for them to get to his Office.
"Sit,"he indicated a chair opposite his, the desk in between them. She sat in it.
"Tell me what happened."
She told him the events of how he shouted to her and how he sent the spells at her.
"You didn't say you took your wand out. Why?"
"Because I didn't..."
"You didn't take your wand out?"
"I've always been able to deflect spells without a wand," she said, scowling.
"We should have a duel one day," declared Voldemort.
"And end the world? I'm pretty sure we both know who would win if it ever came to that."
"I would be mildly surprised if you do win. However, I'm sure it'll be a good fight."
"Sorry to spoil our polite chat, but aren't I supposed to be receiving a detention?"
"Why, do you want one?"
Helena shrugged.
"I want to see what it's like," she said.
"What? Torture?"
"Oh that's what you do, is it?" she said sarcastically.
He smirked at her, his red eyes glinting.
"Do you remember when we first met?" he asked.
"Yeah, you killed my parents," she said coldly.
He got up and pinned her against the wall and jabbed his wand at her throat.
"Actually, I think I should assign you to detention." His eyes burnt hers. "Crucio!"
She screamed in pain as 1000 hot burning knifes pierced her skin. He let go of her so she fell to the floor, screaming and thrashing. He stopped the curse after a minute and she withered. She cried out in pain. He looked at her and he thought that she was pathetic.
"How's your detention?" he sneered coldly, circling her like a vulture. "Too bad I'm just getting started." He laughed.
He placed her up against the wall and she groaned painfully.
"Crucio!"
She screamed and shoot so violently that she bashed her head against the wall hard. Warm blood streamed down her pale face. And she once more cried out in pain. He stopped and she crumpled to the floor, shaking. The pain of the curse was too much for her and she couldn't get up. It was obvious that Voldemort's spells were so much more powerful than they used to be.
"Crucio!" he said again. This time, he held the curse on her for little more than three minutes.
She screamed and screamed and screamed. It became more and more painful with each knife and she fainted from the pain. A few moments later, she was forced into consciousness.
Her head was pounding and her body was numb. She could hardly move. He held her down by her wrists.
"Okay, Helena, let's set some ground rules, shall we?" he stated. He waited for no reply. "One, do not defy me. Because I will do my very best to make sure you get tortured near insanity. Two, I do not want to see you do magic outside of lessons again and if you do, then the same thing will happen, only much worse. Do I make myself clear?"
She nodded reluctantly and winced. He smiled cruelly at her and laughed coldly, mocking her.
"Get up," he commanded.
She tried, yet she struggled greatly. When she finally got up, Voldemort just pushed her to the ground again. She groaned and crumpled into a ball.
It was so difficult getting back up, yet Voldemort enjoyed to see people suffering. She struggled, yet it was somewhat easier than the first time round. She stood up and Voldemort did not interfere.
"6 PM, tomorrow, Helena. I expect you not to be late."
She bit her lip and glared at him. He sneered at her weakness.
She staggered to the Ravenclaw dormitory and luckily, she saw no one passing by. It was a relief that no one saw her like that.
She finally reached the Ravenclaw Common Room. It was quiet as always. She hated feeling this alone, yet the sound of the chirping birds outside made her feel calm. The Cruciatus Curse was dulling away now; she can only feel a faint aching pain in her body, a slight pounding in her head, although it bothered her.
"Helena?" called a kind, pleasant tone from above.
"Yeah, Katie?" she chimed back.
"I have to ask you something - hold on, I'll come down."
"Okay."
Katie hurried down the stairs.
"What's up?" Helena asked.
"Why are you late? You look extremely pale - what happened?"
Helena sighed deeply.
"I got into a fight," she stated. Katie gasped."It's not what you think," she said quickly. "They attacked me first."
"Self defence," said Katie.
"Unfortunately, the Dark Lord didn't see it that way," she said bitterly.
"What happened?" she asked again.
"Let's just say he put me in detention."
"What-"
"He tortured me," Helena said simply. "I have another detention tomorrow."
"My God." Katie was shocked.
Helena looked grave though it was Katie who was pale-white.
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The pain that sheared through her body only moments ago, stopped. Yet she could feel the intensity of the jolt through her still whilst her body was aching. Her body still shook, although less brutally. It was only 6:05 PM. She was already vulnerable. Her throat hurt from screaming as the curses were worse than yesterday.
He roughly kicked her and she spluttered into coughs. She was shaking violently now.
"It's remarkable what damage a simple curse can do. And when you really try to do your worst, the outcomes are truly astounding. However, you may call it unfair that I am the one torturing you, Helena, because I admit that I don't torture many students who get a detention."
"Really? I thought you would've tortured anybody at first chance. After all, that's what you did with me."
"Sometimes its fun to torture for no reason. Especially if the culprit has done nothing wrong," he smirked at her.
She smirked back at him and sat up, ignoring the screams of protest inside of her body.
"I knew that you agreed with me, but unfortunately for you, I will not be your next victim."
"Cruci-"
He was cut off in mid-sentence, so he glared at her furiously.
He sent another Cruciatus curse at her and she sent a spell at it to stop it from reaching her.
She stood up. Her wand was on his desk and she summoned it without fail.
"I think," she said coldly. "That our 'detentions' have come to an end."
He sent a curse at her and she reflected it back at him without flinching.
"Good day to you."
And she left.