Helena Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part One
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, I'd hold Snuffles, the stuffed dog he'd given me, closer at night so I'd feel better and not afraid.
During my fourth year, everything changed again, this time for the worst. I was forced to compete in the Triwizard Tournament alongside two rival schools and Cedric, who I secretly loved. I nearly got killed several times and then during the Third Task, Cedric and I were taken and Voldemort had returned. Cedric had been forced to watch me be tortured and then fight and nearly be killed by Lord Voldemort. Ever since then, I was more on guard as I didn't know when or where I might be attacked.
During my fifth year, the Ministry refused to believe mine and Cedric's word and forced an evil cow of a woman, Dolores Umbridge, to teach us, become High Inquisitor and headmistress, and she even used a Blood Quill on me during detention. Life at Hogwarts was practically a sheer misery until we students started up our secret Defense group called Dumbledore's Army. When the year ended after a battle at the Ministry, Fudge had been forced to accept the truth, Sirius was freed, I finally learned why Voldemort had wanted me dead in the first place and that one of us would kill the other in the end, Cedric took a job as part of Hogwarts security team, and the Wizarding and Muggle World were now on their guard.
During my sixth year, my world came crashing down. After finding out about Voldemort's past and the reason for his immortality—the seven Horcruxes—Professor Dumbledore and I had gone off to destroy one only to find it was a fake and when we came back, Malfoy revealed his plan to murder him, but Professor Snape, a man I had trusted, had beaten him to the punch and had murdered Professor Dumbledore first. Voldemort's battle had begun after they'd attacked Hogwarts. We four decided not to return to Hogwarts and instead go after the remaining Horcruxes and then end the battle forever. Cedric and I had also had a private wedding ceremony and were married.
While the Dursleys had been on edge as per usual this summer because not only were they scared of Cedric my "bodyguard" who had threatened Uncle Vernon, but 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. But they didn't know that Cedric was now my husband and I don't think they ever will.
At that moment, I was having yet another argument with the Dursleys about their being moved to a safe house for an unknown duration of time. I'd already packed up my things and was ready to leave, but it wasn't time to leave just yet.
Uncle Vernon had gotten the idea that I was after his dump of a house and stuff and that was why I wanted them to leave. Usually after an argument, he'd go back to our first arrangement made last summer, but this time, he was been more than usually stubborn.
"Look, I am doing this for your own protection! You agreed to go through with this, so why are you still arguing?" I shouted.
"How do I know you're not after our things and our house?" Uncle Vernon demanded.
"Are you insane? Why in heaven's name would I want this house? I don't want it or any of your possessions! Why would you think I'd want it? For once in your life, think about something besides your own petty and selfish nature! If you're not taken away to safety, there's a very real chance that you'll be killed and Dudley will be an orphan and alone, just like I was sixteen years ago! Is that what you want for you son, is that it?"
That seemed to shut him up as he shook his head. But then Aunt Petunia's eyes fell upon my hand with my wedding ring.
"Helena Potter, what is that on your finger?" asked Aunt Petunia, pointing to my ring.
I sighed in exasperation. I might as well confess, but so much for them never finding out the truth. "If you must know, it's my wedding ring."
"Your what?" said Uncle Vernon.
"My wedding ring. I'm married."
"You're married?" said Dudley, looking shocked. "Since when? Who married you?"
"Since a week before school let out," I admitted. "And I married Cedric."
"If you're married off, then why are you still here?" Aunt Petunia demanded.
"I've told you a thousand times," I said, through clenched teeth. "The only reason I'm staying here for the time being is that I can sort out my remaining affairs, get you three to safety. When all that's settled, then I'll be gone and you'll never have to see me again."
"You promise?" said Uncle Vernon, narrowing his eyes.
"Yeah, I promise." That promise would be easy enough to keep. I never wanted to see them again as long as I lived. They'd been nothing but cruel to me ever since I first came here sixteen years ago. "Your transport will be here on Saturday night at eight o'clock. You'll be taken away to a safe house until Voldemort's gone and then you can return to this place or whatever if you so desire."
"Fine," said Aunt Petunia.
Saturday night didn't come soon enough, in my opinion. At eight o'clock, our things were ready to go and the two Aurors had arrived.
"Mr. and Mrs. Dursely?" said Daphne. "Are you ready to go?"
"As we'll ever be," said Uncle Vernon, gruffly.
We loaded their things into the cars and the Dursleys got settled in.
"Would you like to say good-bye?" asked Daphne.
"Fine," said Uncle Vernon.
"Wait, isn't she coming with us?" asked Dudley.
"No, she's not, Dudley," said Aunt Petunia, gently.
"But why not?" he asked.
"She's got somewhere else to go, don't you?" she said.
"Yeah, she's right. I couldn't go even if I wanted to, and besides, I know you're all glad to be rid of me," I said.
"But where will you go?" he asked. "What will you do?"
"You mean to say you don't know where your niece is going or what she's going to do?" said Mr. Diggle, sharply.
"I didn't tell them," I said, through clenched teeth. I turned back to the Dursleys. "Look, I'm not allowed to say where it is I'm going, but what I'm going to take down Voldemort so your world and mine will be safe again. It's something I have to do. But I'm not going to do it alone; I've got people with me, including my husband." I stared at Dudley. "Why are you asking me this?"
"I kind of remember what happened the night you saved me. Just bits and pieces of it in my dreams," said Dudley, softly.
I rubbed the back of my neck. Guess Cedric's spells weren't as good as we'd thought they'd been. "Dudley, I…"
"It's okay. Helena…" That was the first time he'd called me by my first name. "I just want to say thanks and your husband's a lucky man. Are you going to be okay?"
"As okay as I'll ever be," I said, sighing. "Don't worry about me. Just keep safe, okay?"
"Anything else you want to say?" asked Mr. Diggle.
"What, do you expect us to say she's not a waste of space?" asked Uncle Vernon.
"Do you think that?" I asked.
"I don't think you're a waste of space," said Dudley, quietly.
"Thank you," I said, touched and shocked. "Well, see you around Big D."
"See you, Potter," said Dudley.
The cars then drove off and I went back inside the house. My owl, Hedwig was hooting impatiently. She looked at me pleadingly with her amber eyes.
"I know, girl, I know," I soothed. "But it won't be long before you can fly outside again. Do you want to take a look around before we go? Come on." I picked up Hedwig's cage as we walked around the house. The dining room where I'd blown up Marge, the bedroom where I'd slept for the past seven summers, the cupboard under the stairs where I'd spent ten years of my life…it hardly seemed real now. I was leaving all of this behind and never coming back.
"As one chapter ends, another begins," I murmured.
The doorbell rang and I put Hedwig down. "Password?" I said.
"Constant vigilance," came the gruff reply.
I opened the door to reveal Mad-Eye Moody, who came inside and was followed by Kingsley, Tonks, Hagrid, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Cedric then appeared. Cedric swept me into his arms.
"You okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine. My stuff's all packed and I'm ready to leave this place."
He chuckled. "I'll bet your are."
"Hey, Helena, look," said Tonks, showing off her wedding ring. "Remus and I got married last week. Sorry you couldn't be there, but…"
"No, it's okay. Don't apologize. Congratulations," I said, smiling. "I'm really happy for you both."
"Enough with the chitchat!" Moody interrupted. "There's been a change of plans. We can't do Side-Along Apparation."
"I figured that when all of you showed up," I said. "So, what's the change of plan and why?"
"The Death Eaters are getting closer," said Kingsley. "There's a very strong chance that they'll track you if you perform any magic before your birthday. We have to use brooms and Portkeys."
"And Disillusion Charms, I'm guessing?"
"Actually no," said Fred.
"You see, we're going to use decoys," said George.
"What decoys?" I asked.
"You're not going to like this," said Hermione, wincing. "But we've cooked up some Polyjuice Potion and it's just missing some of your hairs and—"
"And there is not a chance I'm agreeing to this!" I interrupted. "I am not letting the people I care about do something as reckless and crazy as pretending to be me!"
"We've done crazy and reckless stuff before," said Ron.
"Not the point!" I said, glaring.
"I told them you'd react like this," murmured Cedric.
"I won't do this, no way!"
"Helena, you must do it," said Kingsley, firmly. "Come on. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, your choice."
I sighed in anger as I yanked out a few of my black hairs and dropped them into the potion. Those meant to be fake Potters drank the potion and turned into me.
"This is so wrong," I murmured. My husband was one of the seven Potters, which was not meant to happen. My husband. The term still seemed both exciting and strange to me. I'd been Cedric's wife for quite some time now, but the thought of it still made me immensely happy and I found it astounding I'd married at sixteen or had even found a man like Cedric to marry.
"Helena, love, I'm sorry, but your eyesight really sucks," said Cedric, as he put on a pair of glasses.
"Tell me about it," I said, smirking. "Okay, so how're we going to do this?"
"We're going to be paired up. Cedric, you're with Hagrid. Ron and Hermione, you go together. Kingsley, you're with Tonks. Fred and George, stay together. You're with me. Hagrid's going to use Sirius's old flying bike," said Moody. "Everyone got their brooms?"
"Alright then, let's get going!" said Moody.
Moody sat behind me on my Firebolt and he would steer and then we all took off. We were zooming by so fast I thought my face would peel off. I hadn't even thought to look back at Privet Drive. And then out of nowhere, out of nothing, we were surrounded by at least thirty people in dark hoods and silver masks.
"Oh, crap," I muttered.
There were screams, flashes of green and red lights as Moody had us do all kinds of moves that made me ill to dodge the Death Eaters. We dove down, rose back up, I performed Stunning Spells while Moody steered.
"Hang on tight, Helena," said Moody. "My job's to get you to safety and by heaven, I'm going to do it!"
"It's the real one! She's the real one!" shouted a Death Eater.
"Pertrificus Totalus!" I shouted, making the Death Eater freeze and fall off his broom, as my blood ran cold as his words. He'd known about the seven Potters? But how? How he known?
"Helena, I need you to steer!" said Moody.
"Okay!" I held on tightly to the broom's handle while he performed several spells and then Hagrid shouted, "Watch out!"
Moody turned back to me held me tightly in his arms and there was a flash of green light and then Moody released me as he fell to the ground, dead.
"ALASTOR!" I shouted. No, no, no! I let out a cry of pain when a spell hit me and I fell to the ground and all went dark.
"Helena? Helena! Helena, wake up!"
It took a moment before I could open my eyes. I blinked a few times as my vision cleared and I saw Cedric's worried face. Our brooms were next to him and relief entered his features when I looked at him.
"Cedric?" I said, as I tried to stand up and failed. My head felt so strange, like I was dizzy and had a headache and my legs felt weak.
"Easy, Helena," said Cedric, as he steadied me. He was back to his normal self and wearing his regular clothes again. "Just sit down for the moment. You took a bad hit to the head. Just rest."
"Where are we?" I asked. "Is Hagrid okay?"
"Hagrid's fine, he's getting a drink and waiting for us with our things. We're at Tonks's parents' place. Think you can stand now?"
"Yeah." I slowly stood up and walked, but Cedric still held me. "What about the others? Where are they? Are they—?"
"I don't know," he said, sighing. "Moody's dead."
"I know," I said, as tears stung my eyes. "He took the Killing Curse meant for me. Did they get his body?"
"I don't know. Come, on we need to get to the Portkey before anything else happens," said Cedric.
We went to the Portkey. Hagrid was carrying all our belongings and Hedwig was resting on his shoulder as we place our hands on the Portkey and arrived at the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley came out looking frantic.
"What happened? Where're the others? Are you alright?" she asked.
"They knew," said Cedric, flatly. "They knew about the seven Potters. Moody's dead and I don't know where the others are."
Tears glistened in her eyes and fear crossed her face. "But how did they—?"
"We don't know," I admitted. "We—Lupin, what the heck are you doing?"
I was struggling as Lupin grabbed me and held my shoulder tight with one hand and aimed his wand at me.
"Remus, for heaven's sake, get your hands off her!" ordered Cedric.
"Tell me, what did Helena and I talk about when we first went on a walk together?" asked Lupin, ignoring Cedric.
"We talked about why you didn't let me face that stupid boggart in class and about my parents," I said. "You said you knew me by my mother's eyes and that she was there for you at a time when no one else was and had a way of seeing the beauty in others and my father had a talent for trouble!"
Lupin released me. "Thanks heavens."
"Honestly, Remus, I think I know my own wife!" said Cedric, looking agitated.
"Sorry, Cedric, but it's best to keep our guard up," said Lupin. "We've been betrayed. How else could they know when we were leaving and know about the seven Potters?"
"None of the Order would tell," I said, flatly. "There's no telling who told, but the point is, someone did. And they took Moody with them." My throat tightened. "And it's all my fault he's dead. If I hadn't—"
"Helena, it's not your fault!" Lupin interrupted. "We knew what we were doing when we got involved and so did Mad-Eye. He went out the way he wanted: fighting to protect you. I'm not saying he shouldn't be mourned, but it's no one's fault except for the Death Eater who did the task. He wouldn't want you to blame yourself."
I nodded. "Is anyone else—?"
"No one else is dead. There are scrapes and bruises to go around, and George got a wound from Snape, but otherwise, we're fine," said Lupin, looking upset.
"Snape was there?" I said. I no longer called him "Professor," as he didn't deserve such respect after his betrayal.
"Yes, he was," said Lupin. "He got away, though."
My hand clenched into a fist and I felt the sting of tears. Would this man's betrayal ever cease? I still blamed myself for Professor Dumbledore's death and considered myself foolish for not having recognized the signs of Snape's betrayal sooner.
The others arrived with Moody's body which we buried that night. There was a private funeral and a special grave marker.
Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody
True Hero and Auror
I cried at the funeral. It hardly seemed real that he was gone. He always seemed so tough, so hard to beat, and yet he was gone. We all made a vow that night, to remember what he stood for and continue on as he would've wanted us to.