November
At the beginning of November, Amycus Carrow announced that they would be going against a Boggart. Helena did not respond lightly to the statement, as you can imagine.
"Boggarts? Are you fucking kidding me?" she said out loud, by accident.
"No, Helena, I am not."
"What's up with them?" asked a boy named Casey.
"Yes, you and your worst fear in the same room as you and you attempt to make something amusing come out of it. Not to mention, this is this not the Dark Arts or perhaps the Dark Lord has come up with another clever idea to take it back into the Defence of the Dark Arts?"
"Oh my God, shut up."
"Yeah, Helena."
"Yeah, Helena."
"Yeah, Helena," mimicked Katie.
"Shut up, Katie."
"You shut up."
"No you."
"No you."
"Both of you stop it," said Amycus firmly.
"She started it," said Helena and Katie together.
"Seriously, I'll put you both in detention."
Katie pulled out her tongue at her.
"I saw that, Katie Fielding! Anyway, like I said. You're going to be facing your Boggart and you're going to cast it away. End of story, good-bye, the end."
"That wasn't a very good story, Professor," stated Helena.
"Quiet you. Perhaps, Helena you should be first and show us all your fears?"
"Yeah, Helena."
"Yeah, Helena."
"Yes, Helena," commented Katie.
"Perhaps, Professor, maybe you should see who comes out of your closet?"
He ignored her.
"The test will take place tomorrow, in the mean time you can think of your fears and how to make them vanish. Class dismissed."
They began to pack away.
"Dammit," whispered Helena to herself.
"What?" asked Katie.
"I can't face my fears."
"You're telling me, I'm the one who fears the Dark Lord."
"Yeah, it'll be amusing to see him coming out of the closet," she snorted.
"It's not funny, Helena," she said stiffly.
"You're afraid of a man who is a psychotic murderer, but he coincidentally owns the school."
"You mean what he said at the Start of Term Feast is a lie?"
"Oh my God, of course it is. He lies all the time, don't act so surprised."
"I was being sarcastic, Helena."
"Well make it more obvious next time."
"What are you turning your Boggart into?" Katie said, moving on the subject.
"I don't know because it'd be weird to change it so I'm not alone and I don't like being crowded, either."
"Wow, I should just be your happy thought."
"Not bloody likely, you'll make the Boggart laugh at your awful pick up lines."
"They're better than yours."
"Yeah right."
x
The next day came round and Leone, Rubidea and Lucrentina were still following her. Helena suspected that Voldemort put them up to it.
Amycus Carrow made them line up in front of a shaking wardrobe and Helena and Katie were about halfway down.
"Now you will each take it in turns to face the Boggart and you will attempt to confuse it."
He looked like he was about to say something else when Voldemort came through the door and stood at the end of the classroom.
"Oh no," stated Helena grimly.
"What?" asked Katie.
"He's here so that he can see our fears."
"Shit."
"So, Helena," Amycus continued.
"What?"
"Would you go first?"
She couldn't refuse, so she went to the front of the line and drew out her wand. He opened up the wardrobe and out came herself, panicking. People laughed at her and Voldemort looked confused.
"Helena, focus," said Amycus firmly.
"I-uh, um," she stuttered.
"We haven't got all day."
"I can't," she muttered.
"Can't or won't?"
"Can't. If I could do it, I would've done it by now."
Amycus skirted. He seemed amused that she couldn't do it.
"Just do it."
Helena tried. It didn't work.
"Told you."
She went out of the line before he could say another word.
Voldemort caught her.
"Hello, Helena," he said, smirking.
"Don't you start," she replied miserably.
"I don't get it."
"Good, so then you can't use it against me."
"Was that your intention?" he asked.
"No, it's actually how I react when what I fear is happening."
"So it happens to you frequently?"
"Not as much," she said coolly.
Helena then noticed that it was Katie's turn to face the Boggart.
"Oh no," she whispered.
"What?"
"You'll see."
Sure enough, the Boggart turned into Lord Voldemort.
"Why am I not surprised?" he smirked.
"I could say the same."
"You knew?" he stated.
"It was her body language mainly, but she told me," she admitted.
"Did you tell her what your fear was?"
"Depends, have you told anyone you feared death?"
Voldemort suddenly went cold, almost fearful. Helena wasn't intimidated.
"As I've said before, Helena, be careful what you say."
"I don't know about you, but physical mutilation is fairly obvious."
"I recommend you to stop whilst you're ahead."
"Or what? You're going to kill me? Torture me, perhaps?"
"Don't tempt me," he stated numbly. "Besides, you make yourself an easy target."
"What? Me? A lonely loner with one friend? Oh by the way, you can stop people from following me, thanks."
"I don't know what you mean," he said indifferently.
"You may be able to detect lies, my Lord, but your lies are the most detectable of them all."
"Did you just address me as 'my Lord'?"
"Why, would you prefer Tom Riddle?" she asked sarcastically.
"I'm surprised, actually."
"Surprised that I could show respect to a sadistic, psychotic mass murderer who claims himself as a merciful Lord? Yes, you should be surprised."
"You've made your point. Though, are we going to forget that your friend is afraid of me?"
"She's a lot more than my friend, my Lord, she's my everything."
His eyes quickly glanced sideways.
Helena smiled.
"What are you smiling at?" he snapped.
"I've disappointed you," she stated, sniggering slightly.
"I've had worst disappointments, believe me."
"Yes, I can imagine with your followers defying you and running off because they thought you were dead. And let's not forget to mention you wanted years of repayment for the time you were gone."
"Do you ever shut up?" he asked cruelly.
"Depends, have you ever thought of being anything else than a psychopathic person?"
He glared at her.
She smiled at him.
He strutted off.
x
March
They were in their dormitory and Helena was reading a book on her bed and the book was apparently notable for its knowledge of Dark Magic. It was called Magick Moste Evile and she knew it was Dark Magic when she read the introduction. Of the Horcrux, wickedest of magical inventions, we shall not speak or give direction of their violent nature.
"Katie?" she said, scowling.
"Yea?"
"Isn't it weird how a book on Dark Magic avoids the subject of Horcruxes?"
"Avoids the subject of what?"
"Horcruxes. You know that test that the Dark Lord gave me last year? The last question was what is a Horcrux. It's obviously very obscure and difficult to find as this book is not giving me any leads at all."
"Maybe he made the book that way, so it won't be easy to find it," she stated.
"No, I don't think so, there's no sign of tampering."
"How can you tell?"
"There's a few spells that tell you that there's pieces of information missing, for example there's a spell to find invisible ink."
"Oh," Katie said dishearteningly.
"What's up?"
"Nothing, I just feel sad for no reason."
"I hate it when that happens."
"Don't we all."
"By the way, isn't the dormitory a little quieter than usual?"
"Yes," said Helena. "I told him to stop them from following us in November, but he only seemed to have stopped this past week."
"Perhaps he realised you were giving them false information."
"Maybe, but we don't know for certain. Maybe he's just gotten bored."
"Wow I didn't realise that existed within him."
"You'd be surprised."
Katie laughed briefly.
"Yeah, not as much as you would be if he came to your house."
"I wouldn't be surprised," admitted Helena. "Oh!"
"What?"
"I just remembered. When you were doing your Boggart, he saw it."
"Yeah, I know."
"He didn't really make sense of mine either."
"Either?"
"No, I mean, he wasn't surprised by yours. He was kind of expecting it. But why are you scared of him?"
Katie's face shifted so a dark look quickly spread across it.
"I have my reasons," she said darkly.
And she left the Dormitory without another word.