Helena Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

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.

During my second year at Hogwarts, I learnt more about my past and powers and about Lord Voldemort while rescuing my best friend, Cedric Diggory from some form of Lord Voldemort's sixteen-year-old self after he was possessed by Voldemort. Cedric took a while before he ever forgave himself for what had happened. However, I cheered him up by promising to tell the Dursleys he was my personal bodyguard with permission to use magic if they tried anything.

Speaking of whom, the Dursleys and I came to an agreement this summer. If I kept Hedwig quiet and kept my magic stuff hidden, I could let Hedwig out at night. I managed to stay in contact with my friends this time through owl. The Durselys had been somewhat more polite this summer because they'd believed the story I told them about Cedric being my personal bodyguard who had permission to use magic if he knew I was harmed or was being mistreated by them.

This afternoon was not one I was looking forward to as not only did I have to find someway to get Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon to sign a permission form so I could go to the Hogsmeade village on weekends this year, but my Uncle's sister, Marge was coming to visit. She wasn't a blood relative of mine, but I had been forced to call her 'aunt' my whole life. She hated me and was always rude and cruel and I hated her for her insults and behavior towards me. Surprisingly, her favorite dog, Ripper, liked me, which only made her more furious towards me.

When she arrived, I opened the door for her and pulled Uncle Vernon aside. "Uncle Vernon, I need a favor," I said. "Could you sign this form for me?"

"What is it?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Nothing, just some school stuff."

"Later perhaps, if you behave."

"I will if she does," I said, with venom.

Aunt Marge, who'd been talking to Aunt Petunia, glared at me. "Oh, you're still here, are you?"

"Yes," I said, glaring at her.

"Don't say 'yes,' in that ungrateful way," she snapped. She turned to Uncle Vernon. "She'd have been sent straight to an orphanage if she'd been dumped on my doorstep." Then she saw Dudley and began drooling over him which made me want to vomit.

"Shall we go have dinner?" said Aunt Petunia. "I'm sure you must be starved after your journey, Marge."

"Indeed, I am," said Aunt Marge.

I wasn't hungry, but I had no choice but to attend dinner. I sat beside them and tried not to listen to Aunt Marge's ramblings about stupid crap I didn't care about. When dinner ended and it was time for desert, I gathered the plates and washed them as Uncle Vernon served some brandy. Everything was fine until she started talking again.

"Where is it you said you sent the girl, Vernon?" asked Aunt Marge.

"St. Brutus's," said Uncle Vernon. "It's an institution for hopeless causes."

"Do they use a cane at St. Brutus's, girl?" asked Aunt Marge.

"Yeah, I've been loads of times," I said, dully as I continued cleaning. Ripper then came into the kitchen and nuzzled my leg, moaning. I slipped him some table scraps and stroked his leathery head as he let out a few grunts of pleasure.

"Excellent, I'll have none of this namby-pamby nonsense about not beating people who deserve it," said Aunt Marge. "You mustn't blame yourself for how this one turned out, Petunia. What did the girl's father do?"

"He didn't work, he was unemployed," said Aunt Petunia.

"Drunk too, no doubt," said Aunt Marge, scornfully.

"That's a lie!" I growled. "My dad wasn't a drunk!"

Aunt Marge glared at me and then her brandy glass broke while she was holding it. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon looked concerned. "Oh, don't worry, Petunia. I have a very firm grip."

"I think it's time you went to bed," said Uncle Vernon.

"Quiet, Vernon," Aunt Marge snapped. "You, Potter, clean it up."

I bit back a growl of annoyance as I cleaned up the glass and spilt brandy.

"Actually, it's nothing to do with the father. It's all to do with the mother," said Aunt Marge. "You see, all the time with dogs, if there's something wrong with mother, then there's something wrong with the pup."

At that point, I lost my temper and control over my magic. "Shut up! Shut up! Don't you ever talk about my mother like that again! My mother died trying to save me from getting killed, you skanky old cow!" I yelled, without thinking.

Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley looked shocked. They hadn't known about it until now. Aunt Marge on the other hand, just went on glaring at me and held up her finger as one would to a naughty child. "Right, let me tell you, girl…" but she was cut off as her finger began swelling up. And not just her finger, but her entire body! Her clothes tore up at the seams and she was screaming as she began floating away like a balloon. She floated out of the house and into the night air despite Uncle Vernon's attempts to bring her back down.

I ran back to my room and quickly packed my things. I dragged my trunk down the stairs. When I reached the floor, Uncle Vernon shouted in my face, "You bring her back! You bring her back now! You put her right!"

"Not a chance! She deserved what she got!" I snarled.

Just as Uncle Vernon yelled and tried to put his hands on my throat, the door sprung open and Cedric appeared, holding his wand to Uncle Vernon's back.

"Get your hands off her, now!" Cedric growled. "Back up towards the wall and keep away from her!"

Uncle Vernon backed off, holding his hands up. "And just who are you?"

"He's the bodyguard I told you about," I said, grateful he was there. "We're leaving."

"And just where are the two of you going to go?" Aunt Petunia demanded.

"She's getting away from you and coming with me. Now, stay where you are. Come on, Helena, let's go," said Cedric.

I nodded and dragged my trunk out the door and into the street with him. When we were clear from Privet Drive, I asked, "How on earth did you know I was in trouble?"

"I was coming to visit as a surprise when I saw your aunt flying out of the house. I thought the Dursleys were mad and would hurt you," he explained.

"Well, I'm glad you came when you did," I said. Then I frowned. "Hang, I thought your parents weren't letting you out their sight because of—?"

"They weren't," he interrupted. "Until I persuaded them to let me stay at the Leaky Cauldron and go see you as I was bored out of my skull and promised I wouldn't get into anymore trouble until a few months after we got to school."

I chuckled and then sighed. "You realize I'm going to be expelled for this? I used magic illegally, again."

"You're not going to be expelled, it was an accident!" he protested.

"It won't matter in the eyes of the Ministry. They blamed me for Dobby's Hover Charm, remember?"

"Don't give up yet. There's still—did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" I asked.

The wind then blew around us and suddenly a large scrawny black dog with yellow eyes appeared in the bushes, growling slightly. Cedric and I drew out our wands as the dog left and then a blue triple-decker bus appeared out of nowhere. A skinny acne-covered man with a ticket machine was on the end of it and reading off a little piece of paper.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is Stan Shunpike and I'll be your conductor for this evening," he said. "Coming along then, you two, or what?"

"Yeah, just a minute," I said, surprised. "Let me get my trunk."

"No, you shall not, little Miss. I'll get that for you," said Stan. "Get on."

I nodded and followed Cedric onto the bus. There were beds, railings to hold onto and a few normal seats. "Have you actually ridden this thing before?" I asked, Cedric.

"Once," he admitted. "You'll want to hang on tight."

"Why, what's—whoa!"

The Knight Bus suddenly took off at the speed of at least eighty miles an hours and I fell onto the floor. The beds kept sprawling all over as the bus roared off. Ernie, the bus driver seemed to be taking order from a shrunken talking head that said, "Take her away, Ernie!" I barely managed to hang onto the railing.

"What did you say your names were?" asked Stan.

"We didn't!" said Cedric.

"Whereabouts you two headed?"

"The Leaky Cauldron, that's in London," I said.

"Do you hear that, Ern? 'The Leaky Cauldron, that's in London,'" said Stan.

"Hey, if you order the pea soup, make sure you eat it before it eats you," said the shrunken head.

Then I saw the newspaper Stan was reading. It said something about a prisoner breaking out of Azkaban and showed a man with thick hair and facial hair screaming on the front. "Who's that man?" I asked.

"'Who is that?'" Stan repeated. "That is Sirius Black, that is. Don't tell me you haven't heard of him."

"I have," said Cedric. "Dad told me stories. Sirius Black's a murderer. Twelve years ago, he murdered thirteen people with a single curse."

"How'd he escape from prison?" I asked.

"That's the question, isn't it?" said Stan. "He's the first one that's done it. He was a big supporter of You-Know-Who. I reckon you've heard of him, haven't you?"

Cedric and I exchanged glances. Had we heard of Voldemort? We'd met him and barely escaped from him with our lives! But we didn't say this. We just nodded and then the Leaky Cauldron came into view. The Knight Bus then halted so quickly that I lost my grip and smacked face-first into the window.

"I officially hate the Knight Bus," I concluded, as I picked myself up.

Just then, Tom, the barman of the Leaky Cauldron came onboard. "Ah, Mr. Diggory, Miss Potter, come with me. The Minister's been expecting you. Come along. I'll get your trunk, Miss Potter."

My heart sank as we followed him up to one of the rooms where we sat down. Hedwig was there and sat on my shoulder as she affectionately nibbled my ear. Cornelius Fudge, the Minster of Magic, appeared and shook our hands.

"Ah, Mr. Diggory, Miss Potter, how delighted I am to meet you at last," he said. "Can I offer you something to eat or drink? No? Well, I'll just get straight to the point, then. Miss Potter, your uncle's sister was found floating over a chimney in Shimmery. The Accidental Magical Reversal Squad acted immediately. She's been properly punctured with her memory modified. She'll have no recollection of the incident, so that's that."

"Thank you, Minister, that's very gracious of you, but I don't understand why I'm not being punished," I said. "I broke the law. Underage witches and wizards aren't allowed to use magic at home."

"Come now, Helena, it was an accident. The Ministry doesn't send people to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts. On the other hand, given the state of things, and even though Mr. Diggory did accompany you, running away like that was very, very irresponsible."

"Yes, of course, sir. But if I may ask, what's Sirius Black got to do with Helena, exactly?" asked Cedric.

"Nothing at all," said Fudge. "Now, Miss Potter, I've taken the liberty of getting your school supplies for you. If you need anything else, Tom will be more than happy to help you. Oh, Helena, it would be best if you didn't wander while you were here and I would prefer if Mr. Diggory was your escort for the time being."

"Sure, sir," I said, nodding. "Thank you."

When we were in my room, Cedric and I let out sighs of relief and starting laughing hysterically as we hugged each other. I was so glad I wasn't going to be expelled or arrested, it was quite a relief. After we sat up talking for a while, Cedric went off to his room which was right across from mine and promised to be there if I needed him. It certainly was an interesting night.

The next day, I went through my schoolbooks and was nearly torn to pieces by a copy of The Monster Book of Monsters. I managed to get it to stop when I lured it out from under my bed and squashed it with my body before I tied its mouth up tightly. Who on earth would have assigned me a biting book? I sighed in exasperation as I knocked on Cedric's door and he held up a copy of the same book tied with a chain.

"Guess who assigned us these books?" he said. "Hagrid. He's our new Care of Magical Creatures teacher!"

"I should've known," I said, sighing again. "Who else would've assigned us a book like this than Hagrid?"

Cedric shrugged and then frowned when Scabbers ran down the hall and was chased by an orange puffball on legs. Cedric and I smiled. If Scabbers was here, then so was Ron and maybe Hermione was as well. We walked downstairs just as Ron and Hermione were having another squabble.

"I'm warning you, Hermione. Keep that bloody beast of your away from Scabbers or I'll turn it into a tea cozy!" said Ron.

"It's a cat, Ronald, what'd you expect?" said Hermione.

"A cat? Is that what they told you? Looks more like a pig with fur if you ask me!"

"That's rich, coming from the owner of that smelly old shoebrush! It's okay, Crookshanks, just ignore the mean little boy."

"Helena, Cedric!" said Ron, noticing us at last.

"Hi, guys," said Hermione. "How're you? Are you alright? We heard—"

"I'll explain later," I interrupted, not wanting to talk about it. "So, what about you guys? How've you been? When you'd get that cat? He's lovely."

"Bought him last night," said Hermione proudly. "And Ron's just been telling me how his family won the lottery and went to Egypt with his brother Bill."

"What was Egypt like, Ron?" asked Cedric, as we sat down and ordered breakfast. "I've been dying to go to Egypt for years."

"It was brilliant. Mummies, tombs, ancient curses and stuff. Even Scabbers enjoyed himself," said Ron.

"You know the Egyptians used to worship cats," said Hermione.

"Yeah, along with the dung beetle," said Ron. "Mum wouldn't let Ginny go into the last tomb, thought she'd get nightmares. It would've been perfect if Percy hadn't been so smug about being declared Head Boy. He wouldn't shut up about it. We tried to shut him in a tomb, but Mum caught us."

We burst out laughing.

"That reminds me," said Cedric. He pulled out a badge with Hufflepuff's symbol and the letters QC on it. "I've been made the Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain."

"That's great!" I said, happily. "Congratulations."

"You'll have to make your team train hard to beat Helena when you play against each other this year," said Ron.

"Don't think we'll beat Helena," said Cedric, chuckling.

"Well, we'll see," I said, shrugging.

Just then, there was a tap on my shoulder and the rest of the Weasley clan appeared. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley hugged me tight.

"Helena, so good to see you!" said Mrs. Weasely. "Have you got all of your things for school this year?"

"Yeah, it's all upstairs," I said.

"I've missed you, Helena. You should've come to visit. It's boring back home without you," said Ginny. "Will you come to visit next summer?"

"Yeah, sure, if I can," I promised.

Ginny beamed.

"Helena, I wonder if I might have a word?" said Mr. Weasley.


He pulled me aside to a dark corner and started whispering, "Helena, the Ministry thinks you'd be better off not knowing, but I think it's only fair you hear this. You're aware of the situation with Sirius Black?"

"Yes, of course. What's he got to do with me?"

"Well, you see, twelve years ago, Sirius Black was one of You-Know-Who's biggest supporters. But when you destroyed You-Know-Who, he lost everything. However, to this day, he still remains a faithful servant. And the Ministry believes that he's escaped to wreck revenge on the person who's responsible for his master's downfall."

"So, he's after me," I said, slowly. "And he's going to try and kill me if and when he finds me soon."

"Exactly. Helena, I want you to swear to me that whatever you may hear, you won't go looking for Black," said Mr. Weasley.

"Mr. Weasley, why would I go looking for someone who wants to kill me?" I said. "But, if it'll help you breathe easier, then, I swear I won't go looking for him."

He looked relieved. "Thank you, Helena."

"Thank you for being honest with me." At least some adults could be honest with me.