Somewhere in the countryside of Wales, a month later.
The day was warm and brisk as the sun basked the landscape completely in the month of June. It light up every single thing and danced around on all of the ground and shimmered on the leaves. Birds chirped happily in the tree tops and squirrels chased each other through forest floors and different trees.
An auburn haired girl as sat in the mild of a lonely derelict field, with not so much as a sheep around what seemed for miles. She was perched on top of a hill, which overlooked a large space of forest that had various hues of green overtaking the aqua skyline. The soft breeze blew gently against her face and her glistening green eyes scanned the entirety of the magnificent place, whilst she was wondering how a place like this was utterly peaceful and calm with no disturbances - especially in times like these.
It made her ponder if the girl she left behind knew that she was still alive and not dead, after faking her death. But she couldn't possibly find out, as long as she was hiding from Lord Voldemort.
She hoped dearly that the beautiful and breathtaking girl in every way was in hiding, otherwise someone might just tell her that she is alive - just for the sole purpose of tormenting her.
She wished that they had not ended up like this.
But for both of them, it was a battle from the very start.
x
Meanwhile, somewhere in Wiltshire, England.
Helena's eyes slowly worked themselves up the overly-enormous, crippled building that possessed a thousand shattered windows, hundreds without glass or otherwise blocked up with bricks, and crumpled walls that were slowly falling to the ground. The paint that was once glamorous and pristine - is now totally worn and cracking, so that it revealed the weathered bricks underneath the coats of paint. It looked like it was either half-built, or just simply been standing there for a long time.
"You know, you would have thought that we could have found a better place by now," said a kindly and familiar voice from behind her. "You know, being the most powerful group and all that to have ever existed in Wizarding History."
She turned around to face the boy that she now loved - who was no more than eighteen himself - and her eyes scanned quickly over his slightly fluffed black hair and smiled moderately at his calming, grey eyes.
Helena couldn't help but agree with him, though she nodded ever so obscurely that the action was almost missed.
"Are you all right, Helena? You look far too pale," his voice was completely concerned, and his forehead wrinkled.
"Yeah," she said quietly. "Yeah. I am fine. I am just... Completely and extremely nervous."
He looked sympathetically towards her and wrapped his arm around her for comfort. She graciously accepted it and he gave her a small smile.
"You? Nervous? Come on, it will not be hard. It is a great honour to have this opportunity, you know. You have every right to be nervous."
"I know. It's just, what if I am not ready for this?" she asked him, looking at him as though he had all the answers in the world.
"Well, if he decides that the time is now, then you must be ready."
She nodded faintly as she took a deep breath.
"Go get him tiger," he winked at her. "And I will most definitely see you on the other side. If he does not kill you because you betrayed him, or anything like that."
She laughed nervously as she hugged him, and then she stepped gingerly towards the eradicating building.
She pushed the wooden doors open rather anxiously, as he gave her the thumbs-up behind her back.
She walked through the corridor slowly, as the door shut behind her automatically. The corridor was plagued with spider's webs and dust bunnies in the corners of the floor, ceiling, even within the gaps of the walls. It was dark apart from the little light that streaked through the empty and broken windows.
Helena felt instinctively scared, yet she did not know where she got it from because as far as she knew, she had never been exposed to the darkness for long periods of time.
Still, she carried on along, resisting the urge to light up her wand, because her Master would not like it if he did not command it.
There was only one destination, and that was at the end of this hall that was so very long.
Finally, after travelling what seemed to be a thousand yards, she reached her destination.
She moved into the room and immediately saw her Master, so she knelt and bowed her head slightly and muttered,
"My Lord."
"Rise," he replied softly, secretly smiling as he remembered of how she used to be. She rose from her knelt position, as he asked.
"My Lord, I'd just like to say that this is a great honour that you're bestowing me with. You truly are a gracious Lord."
"And you, a loyal servant of which the Dark Lord requires," he said smoothly. "Are you ready for this, Helena?"
"No," she replied truthfully. "No, my Lord. But if I am not ready now, when will I ever be?"
He smiled gently, as though he sympathised with her.
"Many of my followers have stood where you are standing today, but they either lie or say yes without hesitation. Zero of them have said no," he paused, sighing slightly. "Is it that hard? But you are right Helena. And since you are already here, it is truly now or never. So, what do you say?" he asked.
There was silence for a few mere seconds.
"Yes, my Lord. I am ready."
His smile grew even wider.
"Arm out, if you please, Helena. But I have to warn you, it is going to burn slightly."
x
Back in Wales
The complete silence of the grand terrain was ruptured by two sudden 'pops' that came from directly behind her. She turned around only to be greeted by two masked figures, who both wore black robes.
Her green eyes grew wide with shock and she feebly attempted to disapparate off to anywhere but here.
"Oh, you are not going anywhere, you filthy little Mudblood. Not this time, anyway."
She knew somewhere in the back of her mind that this was no coincidence that they found her here. She must have been tracked down somehow.
She pulled out her wand and tried to fight them both, but it was useless. They were both far too powerful for her.
One of them sent her into unconsciousness and the blackness seemed to consume her very soul.
x
At the same time in Wiltshire.
"Daniel! Dan! Hey! I got it! Are you not proud of me?" she shouted at the black haired boy gleefully.
"I am always very proud of you," Daniel replied.
She ran up to him enthusiastically and hugged him tightly. He kissed her softly on the forehead. She let go of the hug and full on kissed him on the lips. He kissed back happily, feeling her heart beat against his body.
They pulled apart a few moments later and he clutched her hand with his.
They walked along a park, as the day revealed how beautiful all the plants and animals were.
After a while of just standing there looking at the beauty of their surroundings, he shattered the silence.
"Come on, we both have work to do."
She nodded, wishing that she didn't have to leave him but she agreed all the same.
They had one last sweet kiss and they both disapparated to their due locations.