Helena Potter and the Goblet of Fire

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 on me.

During my third year, I was nearly killed by Dementors until Remus Lupin, a friend of my parents, helped me become strong enough to defeat them. Sirius Black, my secret godfather had also broken out of Azkaban. He'd been wrongfully imprisoned for a murder he didn't commit and a betrayal done by another, Peter Pettigrew. I hadn't known about this until my friends and I had discovered the truth. Pettigrew had escaped and Sirius had had to run, but he always said he was safe in his letters and assured me he was happy with the fact that I knew he was innocent and cared about him. Still, when I worried about Sirius made me hold Snuffles, the stuffed dog he'd given me, closer at night so I'd feel better and not afraid.

I was staying regular contact with all my friends, including Lupin, and had made plans to stay with the Weasleys to attend the Quidditch World Cup of Ireland vs. Bulgaria that summer. I was really excited, being both a Quidditch fan and Seeker of my House team and I was excited about staying with my true family and leaving the Durselys for the summer again. I'd only been there three weeks, but it wasn't what I'd call home.

The Dursleys had been somewhat jumpier this summer because not only were they scare of Cedric my "bodyguard" who had threatened Uncle Vernon last year, but now they were even more terrified of my godfather who was a former wrongfully convicted murderer. They were somewhat more polite as they feared what would happen if they mistreated me and then Cedric or Sirius came after them. It was quite amusing, actually. When I asked them if I could go stay with the Weasleys for the summer, they were more than happy to let me leave. I was picked up by Mr. Weasley who'd gained a new non-magical car and spent the next several weeks with them.

For my birthday, we had a delicious cake and homemade presents and played a few games of Quidditch while taking turns on my Firebolt, which all of the Weasleys were quite envious of. That night before we would journey to the Quidditch World Cup, I was sleeping in Ginny's room with her and I had a nightmare.

An old man was walking in an old house that creaked with every step he took. He froze when he heard a raspy voice, Voldemort's voice. In the room before him, a white hand was raised and Pettigrew was speaking to the figure in the chair.

"…once recalled, Wormtail, you once called the nearest gutter hole home. Perhaps the job of nursing me has become too weary for you, Wormtail?"

"No, no my Lord!" said Pettigrew. "I only meant, if we were to do it without the girl…"

"No!" Voldemort interrupted. "The girl is everything! It cannot be done without her!"

A young man with dark hair, handsome features, and wearing a battered old leather coat knelt by the chair. "I will not disappoint you, my Lord."

"Good. Gather our comrades, send them a sign after the Qudditch World Cup and then enact our plans, my faithful servant."

The old man narrowly dodged a huge snake that slithered past him. It spoke to Voldemort in Parseltongue.

"Nagini tells the old Muggle caretaker is standing just outside the door!"

Pettigrew got up and stood in the doorway, grinning.

"Step aside, Wormtail, and let me give our guest a proper greeting! AVADA KEDAVRA!"

There was a flash of green light and the man fell down, dead.

I woke up breathing hard with my scar throbbing with pain as Hermione came into the room, fully dressed and carrying a candle. "Helena!" she said, looking concerned. "Are you alright?"

"Fine," I lied. "It was just a nightmare."


"I've had worse. When did you get here?"

"Just now. You?"

"A few weeks ago." I checked my watch. It was half-past five in the morning. We were leaving in half an hour. "I'm going to go get dressed. Would you wake Ginny for me?"


I went in the bathroom and got changed as I thought of the dream and my scar, which was fine now. My scar usually only hurt if Voldemort or danger was near, but why would it hurt during a dream? And had what I seen only been a dream or had it been a vision of the past or future? For a moment, I considered telling Sirius, but then decided against it. He was already protective of me and even more so after I had been forced to tell him of my past up until he saw me leave the Dursleys. He'd go mad with worry if he knew about this. I pushed it aside as I joined the others downstairs and grabbed my bag.

When we'd walked quite a distance, I turned to Ron and asked, "Ron, where're we actually going?"

"Beats me. Dad, where're we actually going?" asked Ron.

"Haven't the foggiest," said Mr. Weasley.

Just then, Mr. Diggory came into view. "Arthur!" he said. "Been waiting a long time!"

"Sorry, Amos, some of us had a sleepy start this morning," said Mr. Weasley. "This is Amos Diggory, everyone, works with me at the Ministry in the Magical Law Enforcement Squad." Cedric then jumped down from the tree, grinning. "Hello, Cedric. Great to see you again."

"Great to see you too, Mr. Weasley," said Cedric. Then he saw me and smiled. "Hey, Helena!"

"Helena?" Mr. Diggory repeated. Then his eyes lit up. "Merlin's beard, it's Helena Potter! It's pleasure to see you and Ron again."

"Pleasure to see you too, sir," I said, smiling.

We walked up to a manky old boot I was told was a Portkey. We all grabbed onto it and were transported to the campsite which was near the Quidditch pitch. It was better than Floo Powder, but I still preferred flying brooms. Everyone except for Cedric, Mr. Diggory, and Mr. Weasley crashed down afterwards, and they just floated easily.

After putting our things away in the tent, which was bewitched to be bigger and furnished on the inside—(which I loved)—Ron, Hermione, Cedric and I went exploring and bought souvenirs, trinkets, and met up with old friends who'd left Hogwarts last year or we hadn't seen in a while. When we were hungry, we went back to the tent for lunch. We had a table all to ourselves in the far end of the tent.

"So, how've you been, Hermione?" I asked.

"Really good," said Hermione.

"How's your, Dad, Ced? He seemed to be better this summer," said Ron.

"He hasn't been," said Cedric, buying his face in his hands. "This summer, he's been going bonkers and is worse than Mum, if that's even possible. It took two weeks before I could convince him I was fine after what happened with Lupin, then he went on about how I was a hero because I'd rescued Helena in the Quidditch match and a fantastic Seeker as I'd beaten her at the same time, then when my O.W.L.s came last week with nothing but 'Outstanding' on them he said I was going to be the most successful wizard ever born."

Ron and Hermione laughed as I smiled.

"Ced, I agree with your father on one thing. You are a hero, my hero."

He blushed. "That's sweet of you, Helena."

I smiled back.

"Have you heard from Padfoot and B.B. lately?" asked Ron.

We referred to Sirius as 'Padfoot' as it was his nickname and Buckbeak as B.B. so no one would know who we were talking about if someone was listening.

"Yeah, he wrote to me last week. He won't say where he is, but he says he's safe." I then sighed. "Guys, there's something I need to tell you. I don't want to worry you, but last night, I woke up with my scar hurting and I saw Voldemort in my nightmare, but it was more like a vision or something, though." I told him everything I'd seen and when I was finished, they looked shocked and scared.

"But that's impossible," said Ron, in a hushed tone.

"You shouldn't have been able to see that, not unless you've got Seer's blood which you don't," said Hermione.

"I know, that's what worries me," I said, biting my lip. "I really, really hope what I saw was just my imagination."

Cedric looked concerned as he squeezed my shoulder. "Don't worry. We'll protect you if anyone tries to harm you."

I nodded as Mr. Weasley had us come out and head to the pitch where the game would be starting. We climbed up for what felt like forever and it seemed to be higher than I'd ever gone before.

"Blimey, Dad, how far up are we?" asked Ron.

"Well, put it this way," said Mr. Malfoy, down below and sneering. "If it rains, you'll be the first to know."

"Father and I are in the Minister's Box by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself!" said Malfoy.

"Don't boast, Draco," Mr. Malfoy scolded. "There's no need with these people." He grabbed my sleeve with his staff. "Do enjoy yourselves, won't you? While you can."

For a moment I was concerned. Did he know about Voldemort's plans? He was, after all, one of Voldemort's followers before I destroyed the Dark Lord. I pushed this aside as we got up to our seats and the game began.

Ireland came in and made an enormous leprechaun appear in the air and dance an Irish jig. Then the Bulgarians came and there was the Seeker's, Viktor Krum, picture everywhere as he did a fancy move on his Firebolt and everyone chanted his name. the match proved to be quite exciting and ended with Krum catching the Snitch but Ireland had won because they were ten points ahead. That night, we celebrated and had fun in the tent. Ron was getting teased for his admiration of Viktor Krum.

Suddenly, there was the sound of screams outside and explosions. Mr. Weasley said there was trouble and that's when I saw them, wizards and witches in black hats and skull masks carrying torches and terrorizing the innocents with fire and powerful enchantments that sent them screaming.

"Get back to the Portkey everybody and stick together!" Mr. Weasley shouted.

"Helena!" Hermione screamed.

"Helena, this way!" shouted Cedric, as he grabbed my hand.

We ran as fast as we could, holding onto each other's hand tightly, but the crowd kept knocking into us as they tried to get away and moments later, I lost my grip on Cedric's hand and I lost sight of him and the Weasleys.

"Cedric!" I screamed.

"HELENA!" Cedric yelled.

Before I could chase after him, I was shoved down and knocked out.

I woke up in the middle of the campsite and slowly rose. Every tent was badly burned or destroyed. I saw no one nearby and got my wand out just in case. Suddenly, I heard something being knocked down. I spun around and then I saw a man in the distance who shouted, "MORSEMORDE!" and a skull with a snake emerging from its mouth appeared in the sky. I couldn't see the man's face, but I started running when he started coming towards me.

"Helena, where are you?" shouted Ron.

"Helena!" called Hermione.

"Helena, there you are!" said Cedric, when they appeared. "We've been looking for you for ages! Are you okay?"

"Never mind me! What is that?" I demanded, pointing to the mark in the sky. My scar was burning like crazy.

"Duck!" shouted Ron.

A dozen wizards all shouted, "Stupfey!" and we barely managed to avoid being hit as Mr. Diggory and Mr. Weasley ran over us.

"Stop! That's my son!" said Mr. Weasley.

"And my son too!" said Mr. Diggory. "Are you all alright?"

"We're fine, Dad," said Cedric.

"Which of you conjured it?" a man with a mustache demanded. "Don't lie! You've been discovered at the scene of the crime!"

"What crime?" I demanded.

"Crouch, they're just kids!" said Mr. Weasley. "Think about who you're talking to! Is Helena Potter likely to have conjured the Dark Mark?"

Mr. Crouch's eyes widened and then he realized slightly. "Sorry, Miss Potter."

"It's okay," I said. "But I want an explanation. What is that?"

"It's the Dark Mark, Helena, that's Voldemort's mark," said Cedric.

"Voldemort's mark?" I repeated. "So, those others before, they're his too, aren't they? His followers?"

"Yes. They're Death Eaters," said Mr. Weasley.

"Wait, a minute, I remember now, I saw someone conjure the Mark. It was a man, he was over there," I said, pointing to where I'd seen the man.

"All of you with me!" Crouch ordered.

"A man, Helena?" said Mr. Diggory. "Who?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "I didn't see his face. When he started to come after me, I ran for it."

"That was a smart thing you did. It probably saved your life," said Mr. Weasley. "Come on, I managed to save our things. Let's get back to the Portkey and go to the Burrow."

"Was anyone hurt at all?" I asked.

"No, no one was hurt, but it's a miracle."

Mr. Weasley was right. It was a miracle, but I had a horrible in my stomach.

The next day, we journeyed back to Hogwarts.

The Dark Mark was mentioned in the Daily Prophet and people were scared. I was more worried that the things I'd seen in my dream had come to pass. Voldemort had said to send a sign after the World Cup and it had happened! I held Snuffles closer to me, wishing Sirius was there to tell me everything was going to be okay.

"It's just horrible," said Hermione, as she read the Daily Prophet. "How could the Ministry not know who conjured the Mark? Wasn't there any kind of security?"

"Loads according to Dad and Mr. Diggory," said Ron. "That's what's got them so upset. It happened right under their noses."

"It wouldn't surprise me one bit if the man I saw in my dream was one who conjured the Mark," I said.

"You don't know that," said Cedric.

"How else can we explain it? I told you what Voldemort said," I pointed out, as I rubbed my scar. It was burning again.

"Your scar's bothering you again, isn't it?" asked Ron.

"I'm fine."

"You know Sirius will want to hear about this," said Hermione. "What you saw at the World Cup and the dream."

"Are you mad? I can't tell him!"

"Why not?" asked Ron.

"Sirius is already very protective of me as it is. If he finds out that I seemed to see part of the future in my dream and was nearly killed, again, he'll go ballistic. You should've seen his letters after I told him about my past until he saw me that night I left the Dursleys. It took two days to persuade him not to come and hex the Dursleys into next Tuesday or post a sentry guard on me."

Ron laughed.

"You should still tell him," said Cedric, gently. "It's better he hears it from you now than someone else later."

I sighed. "Okay, okay, fine." I wrote out a letter to Sirius explaining about what I'd seen and sent Hedwig off.

When we arrived at the school, a ship came out of the Black Lake and a flying carriage drawn by horses also did as well. We wondered, but didn't ask what was going on as we wanted to find out later. After the Sorting was done, Professor Dumbledore made some announcements.

"Now, that we're all settled in and Sorted, I have a few announcements to make. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event, the Triwizard Tournament. For those of you who don't know, The Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete," Professor Dumbledore said with a smile on his face. He then turned serious. "Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint of heart, but more of that later."

"Sounds exciting," Ron whispered.

"Exciting, but dangerous," said Hermione.

"Remind you of anything?" I whispered, making them laugh.

"For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbaton Academy of magic and their headmistress Madame Maxine," said Professor Dumbledore.

The large double doors to the Great Hall opened and young teenage girls walked into the room. Some were dancing down the isles and some were sighing in a singsong type voice as they paced the tables making boys stare at them. Once they made it halfway up to the front of the Great Hall a large woman entered. Her head almost hit the top of the entrance to the Great Hall.

Everyone clapped and cheered and the boys whistled, but all fell silence when Professor Dumbldore's hands went up. "And now let me welcome our friends from the north. Please greet the proud sons of the Durmstrang and the High Master Igor Karkaroff."

The large double doors opened up yet again and older boys dressed in red walked into the room. Some were twirling staffs while others pounded theirs into the ground creating a spark when they did so. Just then our eyes grew wide when he saw the last person we expected to see walk in with the High Master, it was Viktor Krum.

No sooner had the door closed, then it opened again and this time a scarred limping man with a staff, one black eye and one electric blue, came in. His gaze fell upon me and made me feel startled.

"And now, let me introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody," said Professor Dumbledore, as he sat down.

"The Auror, Mad-Eye Moody's our new teacher?" said Hermione, in a hushed tone.

"What's an Auror?" I whispered.

"A dark wizard catcher," said Cedric. "My dad used to work with him. He said Moody filled half the cells in Azkaban with dark witches and wizards."

"He's supposed to be mad as a hatter these days," said Ron. "How long do you think he's staying?"

"Probably just a year," I guessed. "The job's jinxed, remember?"

After dinner, Barty Crouch came into the Great Hall and sat at the staff table as Professor Dumbledore got up again.

"I would like to say a few words: Eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks. For this reason, the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all of this we have the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Mister Bartiemus Crouch."

Mr. Crouch rose up and said, "After much deliberation the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament. This decision is final!"

There was an uproar of protests in the Hall until Dumbledore silenced everyone and revealed and enormous stone goblet with fire blazing in it. "The Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name on a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there is no turning back. As from this moment the Triwizard Tournament has begun."

Everyone gazed at the Goblet of Fire in awe before leaving to go up to bed. Cedric walked us to the Portrait Hole.

"Fred and George said they're going to find a way to enter the Tournament. Think they'll be able to do it?" asked Ron.

"I don't think so. Their magic is good, but not that good," said Hermione. "I can't believe they're restarting the Tournament. It was cancelled because of the people who died in it! They say it'll be safer, but I'm skeptical."

I just shrugged. "Cedric, are you going to enter?" I asked. Cedric was in his sixth year, but he was seventeen years old now.

"I was thinking about it," he admitted, earning a glare from Hermione. "I know it's insane, but it might be worth it."

"Well, I'll support you whatever you decide," I said.