Helena Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
My name is Helena Potter and I'm a witch.
For ten years, I didn't know about this, but when I turned eleven, I received my Hogwarts letter and learned the truth about my past. I was the Girl Who Lived as Lord Voldemort seemed to vanished after trying and failing to kill me when I barely a year old. I learned that my so-called relatives had known and tried to force the magic out of me and they failed miserably. I went to Hogwarts the following term, and felt at home for the first time. I gained three great friends, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Cedric Diggory, and some of the teachers became my friend as well. At the end of the year, I faced Lord Voldemort again and barely escaped with my life and Cedric's and all four of us were rewarded as we were heroes.
Now I was stuck back at Privet Drive for the summer and it had been a complete and utter misery. My magic stuff was in my room, but kept in my padlocked trunk and I didn't have the key, Hedwig's cage was locked and I was forbidden to let her out, I wasn't allowed to talk about my school life not that I wanted to, the Dursleys either ignored me or acted like I was some huge problem, and to top it all off I'd only had contact from Cedric all summer by Muggle mail.
I'd had no word from Ron or Hermione all summer. Cedric was only able to write to me through the Muggle post and I'd been sneaking his letters into my room every time the post came and secretly writing back, not that the Dursleys knew. Cedric's letters and holding my precious stuffed black dog I called Snuffles at night were the only things that made my time at the Dursleys even somewhat bearable. That night, I was up in my room looking through the photo album Hagrid had given me when Hedwig started screeching.
"Hedwig, please be quiet," I begged. "I can't let you out. I'm not allowed to use magic outside of school. Besides, if Uncle Vernon—"
"Helena Potter!" shouted Uncle Vernon.
I sighed. "Now, you've done it."
I went downstairs where Uncle Vernon was tying Dudley's bowtie and Aunt Petunia was placing the finishing touches on an ice-cream cake. For the past two weeks, Uncle Vernon's been going on and on about the stupid dinner party tonight that would grant him a huge deal for his drill-making company. I could've cared less, but if the deal went sour, then I would be blamed for it.
Uncle Vernon looked angry when I came down to the lounge. "I'm warning you, if you can't control that bloody bird, it'll have to go."
I sighed. I had explained this a thousand times, but he never listened. "She's bored. If I could only let her out for an hour or two…"
"Ha! So you can send messages to your freaky little friends? No!"
"But I haven't had any messages from my friends all summer!" I protested.
Dudley glared at me and shoved me slightly. He was still mad about the snake incident and the pig's tail. "Who'd want to be friends with you?"
Uncle Vernon looked displeased. "I should think you'd be a little more grateful. We've raised you since you were a baby, given you food off our table and even let you have Dudley's second bedroom purely out of the goodness of our hearts."
I could've laughed, but I just remained silent and nodded. Goodness? What goodness had these three ever had, if any?
Aunt Petunia swatted Dudley's hand away from the cake. "Not now, pumpkin. This is for when the Masons arrive."
"Which should be any minute," said Uncle Vernon. "Petunia, when the Masons arrive, you'll be…?"
"In the lounge, waiting to welcome them gratefully to our home," she replied.
"Excellent," said Uncle Vernon. "Dudley, you'll be…?"
"I'll be waiting to open the door," said Dudley, smiling slightly.
"Good." All three of them glared at me. "And you?"
"I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending that I don't exist," I said.
"Too right you will," said Uncle Vernon. "This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career and you will not mess it up!"
I just nodded and then walked back up to my room when there was a knock on the door, which was, no doubt the Masons. But when I walked in and closed the door, I was not expecting the sight before me.
On my bed, holding Snuffles was an elf with tennis-ball shaped and colored eyes, a long pencil-like nose and wearing a ratty old pillowcase. It stopped what it was doing and bowed to me. "Helena Potter," he said. "Such an honor it is."
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" I asked. "And what're you doing with Snuffles?"
"Dobby, Miss, Dobby the house-elf." He got off the bed and then handed me Snuffles. "Dobby saw that dog had a bad tear and was very worn out, so Dobby mended him for Helena Potter."
I saw that he was right. Snuffles looked brand new. "Thank you," I said. "But Dobby, you really shouldn't be here. If my relatives find you, there'll be trouble from them."
"Oh, yes, Miss. Dobby understands, but it is difficult Miss. Dobby wonders where to begin," he said.
"Why don't you sit down?"
Dobby's eyes filled with tears. "Sit-sit down?" And then he started bawling.
"Dobby, shush!" I whispered. "Dobby, please be quiet. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or anything."
"Offend Dobby? Dobby has heard of your greatness, Miss. But never has he been asked to sit down by a witch, like an equal."
"You can't have met many decent witches then."
"No, Dobby hasn't," he admitted. Then he looked ashamed of himself. "That was an awful thing to say! Bad Dobby!" And then he began banging his head on my dresser until I pulled him away. "Dobby had to punish himself, Miss. Dobby almost spoke ill of his family."
"Your family?" I repeated.
"The wizard family Dobby serves. Dobby is bound to serve one family forever. If they ever knew Dobby was here…" He shuddered. "But Dobby had to come. Dobby has to protect Helena Potter, to warn her. Helena Potter must not go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year. There is a plot, a plot to make most terrible things happen!"
"What terrible things?" I asked. "Who's plotting them?"
Dobby just grunted something about not being able to say and before I could stop him, he started punishing himself again with the stand of my lamp. I had to wrench the lamp away from him and shove him in my closet just as Uncle Vernon came up practically purple with anger.
"What the devil are you doing up here?" he hissed. "You ruined the punchline of my Japanese golfer joke!"
"One more sound, and you'll wish you've never been born girl!" he snarled before leaving.
Been there, done that. I let Dobby out. "Do you see why I've got to go back? I don't belong here. I belong in your world, at Hogwarts. It's the only place I've got friends."
"Friends who don't even write to Helena Potter?" said Dobby.
"Well, Cedric has, but I expect Ron and Hermione have…" I frowned. "Hang on, how do you know my friends haven't been writing to me?"
Dobby looked afraid and held out some tied up envelopes with Ron and Hermione's handwritings on them. "Helena Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby. Dobby hoped that if Helena Potter thought her friends had forgotten her, then Helena Potter might not want to go back to school, Miss."
I was furious. "You little…give me those, now!"
"No!" said Dobby, as he ran. He dropped the envelopes and I managed to grab them, but then he was in the doorway of the kitchen.
"Dobby, get back here!" I hissed.
Dobby shook his head and made the cake float. My eyes widened in horror. "Dobby, please, no!"
"Helena Potter must say she's not going back to school!"
"I can't! Hogwarts is my home!"
"Then Dobby must do it, Miss, for Helena Potter's own good." He snapped his fingers and the cake then smashed onto the Masons when I tried to stop it, putting me into a world of trouble as I glared at Dobby.
"I'm so sorry, it's my niece, she's very disturbed," said Uncle Vernon. "Meeting strangers upsets her, that's why I kept her upstairs."
To make matters worse, an owl came in with a letter from the Ministry blaming me for Dobby's use of magic and exposed my little secret of not using magic outside of school. The Dursleys were furious with me as the deal was messed up because Mrs. Mason had a fear of birds and I ended up being severely punished. They said I was never returning to school nor would I see my friends again.