With the Final Task coming up over the next few months, possibly July, it was announced that the clues had to be found around the Beauxbatons grounds. Sam had in fact informed Helena about this and apparently you couldn't have any help to find these clues, but the Champions could receive help with figuring out the Final Task, once they had every piece of the clue.
Today, the 25th of May, he had sent her an owl telling her that he had found all the pieces of the clue.
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"Do you have the clue?" she asked him when he got back.
"Here," he gave her a dozen of parchment strips with words written on in no particular order.
I can be your friend.
Or you don't.
If you don't succeed,
They may not be the ones you trust.
Hurt the ones you save;
Do my task without fail,
It may be a difficult task,
You won't be here ever again.
Kill the ones in the end -
Or your foe.
But they shall tell you what's in the flask.
You either use me,
Control the one's you need;
They will give you more than a name.
And you will be saved.
"It's all muddled up," stated Helena, scowling, after glaring at it for five minutes, being confused by its wording.
"How can you tell?" asked Sam.
"Because it doesn't make sense in this order."
"How do you propose we get it in its right order?"
"Well the lines kind of follow on with each other and usually the actual Task is said after the basics are covered, so -"
She began to re-arrange the strips of paper. When she was done,
I can be your friend
Or your foe.
You either use me,
Or you don't.
Control the ones you need;
They will give you more than a name.
Hurt the ones you save;
They may not be the ones you trust.
Kill the ones in the end -
It may be a difficult task,
But they shall tell you what's in the flask.
Do my task without fail,
And you will be saved.
If you don't succeed,
You won't be here ever again.
"Hold on," said Sam scowling. "That can't be right."
"Why not?"
"Why would you kill someone for information about a flask?"
"Why wouldn't you?"
"Here," said Sam, re-arranging the pieces once more.
I can be your friend
Or your foe.
You either use me
Or you don't.
Control the ones you need;
It may be a difficult task
But they shall tell you what's in the flask.
Hurt the ones you save;
They will give you more than a name.
Kill the ones in the end -
They may not be the ones you trust.
Do my task without fail
And you will be saved.
If you don't succeed,
You won't be here ever again.
"Ok, that does look a little better," admitted Helena. "Actually, I think that's the correct order." She was impressed.
"So what is it?"
"I think that perhaps controlling someone, that would be using the Imperius Curse."
"And I suppose we'll have to get them to tell them what's in a flask?"
"Correct. But they might be able to resist the Imperius Curse, which shows that they're possibly accomplished Witches or Wizards."
"How can you know for sure that they can resist?" he asked her.
"Do you see the line? 'It may be a difficult task'? That means that they might be able to resist the Curse," she stated.
"That could mean it's one of my relatives or something -"
"No," stated Helena firmly. "Definitely not."
"Ok, what about hurt the ones you save?" he questioned.
"You'll probably have to save a few people."
"Where do you think they'll be?"
"I don't know, in the flask?" she said jokingly.
"But what does it mean by hurt?"
"I don't know, maybe torture."
"As in the Cruciatus Curse? And why exactly do I need a name?"
"Maybe to find the one's in the end?" she suggested, shrugging.
"In the last part, it suggests that the ones I save aren't who I think they are."
"Maybe they're disguised."
"How so?"
"Appearance will probably be adjusted by magic or something strange like that."
"The last line, do you think he's being serious?"
"What about you not being seen again?" He nodded. "I won't answer, but I'll tell you this: have you seen Coen Hagan, lately?"
He thought about it.
"No. I haven't."
"Then why are you asking questions you know the answer to? Goodness me."
He raised an eyebrow at her last phrase.
"What?" she asked him. "Never heard of a standard phrase before?"
He shook his head.
"Helena, thanks for all your help."
"You're welcome. Just don't get entered into the Triwizard Tournament again."
"Rather you than me."
"Unfortunately, I think I'm going to be drawn out, so -"
"When? In two years time?"
"I doubt it, I suspect in four."
"Oh," he stated. "Good luck."
"Thanks, because I'll definitely need it."
"Why?"
"The Dark Lord is honestly trying so hard to get me to lose at something."
"How can you tell all of this?"
"Just his actions. Though, I recommend not looking directly at his eyes," she smiled at him. "Well have fun in the Third Task, with using all the Unforgivable Curses and all."
"I will."
"Bye!"
And she skipped off.
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"Hello, Anna," said Helena to her cat, who curled up to her on the sofa in the Ravenclaw Common Room.
Katie was looking at pieces of paper in front of her, slightly dazed and confused.
"This is absolutely stupid!" she remarked.
"What is?" asked Helena vaguely.
"The Dark Arts is stupid. Like why would you send a Patronus Charm at a Lethifold?"
"Because it's believed that a Lethifold is related to a Dementor."
"Final year exams are dumb," Katie grumbled.
"Just wait until the OWLs and the NEWTs, they'll be a lot more worse."
"Thanks for making me feel better, Helena," she said sarcastically.
"You're welcome."