A new Life for Harry Potter.

Authors Note: Howdy guys here is chapter nine a whole day early. Anyways thanks for all the reviews and votes, you guys rock!

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The next morning as Helaine walked down to the great hall for breakfast, she had an overwhelming sense of foreboding. She knew it was because of the detention she had with Dumbledore that night. It wasn’t as if she did anything really bad, at least her curse had a counter and it wasn’t permanent. Draco turns her into a girl and doesn’t even get suspended. Thankfully Madame Pomfrey couldn’t remember the counter to the curse Helaine had cast so Draco would be stuck like that until the curse wore off.



It was still kind of early when Helaine walked into the great hall. Not many students where there and all of the teaching staff seemed to be absent as well. Helaine just shrugged it off and took her seat next to Hermione. Not even five minutes later the whole great hall was packed with students and teachers. Something was going on, as Helaine looked around the hall she noticed the worried looks on the teacher’s faces as well as some students. Before Helaine could enquire from someone what was going on, the owls came with the post. When Hedwig landed in front of her she held out her leg that had the daily Prophet attached to it. Helaine took the paper from Hedwig’s leg and gave her a piece of bacon before she flew off.



Helaine moved closer so Hermione could see the paper too. When she unrolled the paper she and Hermione gasped in shock. Helaine blinked a few times in surprise, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. There had been a massive break out from Azkaban; ten high security inmates had escaped. She looked up at the staff table; all the Professors had the same look of worry on their faces except Dumbledore and Snape. She wasn’t surprised by Snape’s lack of interest; the man only cared about himself and potions. However she was taken aback by the purely livid expression on the Headmaster’s face, the man always had a lost barmy look about him. Now he looked like he was on the verge of exploding.



Helaine turned her attention back to the paper. It had a list of all that had escaped and their various crimes. One set of names caught her attention, the LeStrange family had all gotten life sentences for the torture of Frank and Alice Longbottom. She looked up at her friend, he looked pale and withdrawn. She never knew about what happened to Neville’s parents, but she understood why he would want to keep it a secret. She read the rest of the list, she felt a bit smug about this. She had told the Ministry that Lord Voldemort was back, but they didn’t believe her. She had to fight the urge to stand up and shout that she had told them so; she just sat their eating her breakfast and reading the paper.



After they were done eating Helaine and Hermione stood to leave the great hall. Before they had even pulled away from the table a small group of Gryffindor’s stood in their way. Helaine’s hand twitched for a second as she thought of drawing her wand, but she calmed herself before she did something silly. Seamus Finnigan stood in front of the small group looking nervous.



“Um Helaine I just wanted to let you know I’m sorry for how I acted before. I should have believed you.” Seamus said. The rest of the group nodded in agreement. She looked at each of them taking note of the pleading looks on each of their faces. They all wanted her forgiveness but she wouldn’t really give it. These people weren’t her friends, when she needed them all most they turned their backs on her as if she were nothing. She put on a fake smile; she would ease their fears, for now.



“It’s alright you guys I understand, there is no need for you all to apologize.” She told them simply. She didn’t stick around to hear any more of their spurious apologies; she linked her arms with Hermione and left the great hall.



The rest of the day turned out the same. Students had come up to her on and off all day extending their apologies for not believing her before. After the fifth one it just grated on her nerves. Before long it was time to head up to the Headmaster’s office to serve her stupid detention. She walked up to the seventh floor and stopped in front of the stone gargoyle and quietly said the password.



“Chocolate frogs.” She said. The stone gargoyle moved aside and revealed the spiral stairs that led to the headmaster’s office. When she got to the top of the stairs the door was already open. She stood in the door way not sure if she should just walk in.



“Helaine my dear please come inside.” Dumbledore said from his spot behind his desk. She walked inside and took the seat in front of his desk. His warm and cheerful smile made her stomach turn, she wanted very much to slap that look off his face but she refrained from doing so.



“Good evening Headmaster, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.” She said in what she hopped was a nice and friendly voice. The old man smiled at her, his blue eyes twinkling like mad.



“Oh no my dear you are right on time. I am sorry about having to give you detention but I felt you would like to serve one with me instead of Professor Snape.” He said. Helaine wanted to laugh in his face, serving a hundred detentions with Snape would be better than spending anytime in your presence she thought to herself. She just smiled at him and nodded her head.



“You are right Sir, thank you for looking out for me. I do wish to apologize for my behavior towards Malfoy; I shouldn’t have lashed out at him.” She told him. Helaine didn’t mean a word of what she had just said but she knew it was what he wanted to hear. She was right of course if the pleased look on his face was any indication.



“It is understandable to want to get retribution against Mister Malfoy. However you must not let you anger cloud your judgment. If it would have been any other Professor that had found you last night we would be here discussing your possible expulsion.” He told her. She was barely listening to him, all this talk of fairness and rightness sounded like a load of crap coming from him.



“I understand Headmaster, I promise it won’t happen again.” She told him. He smiled at her and sat back in his seat. He watched her for a moment and then spoke.



“Tell me my dear how have you been feeling lately? Have you had any strange dreams or visions from Voldemort?” He asked her. She looked at him for a moment. He was fishing for information, trying to find out if she knew about the prophecy yet. She wasn’t about to tell him anything, the longer he didn’t know she knew the truth the better.



“No Sir I haven’t. I have been studying occlumency with Hermione; I’ve gotten pretty good at it so maybe that’s why I haven’t had any yet.” She said. He studied her for a while trying to figure out if she was telling the truth. Before he could question her further the door to the office burst open and Flich rushed in looking winded.



“Headmaster come quickly, its Peeves he’s let about twenty boggarts lose throughout the school. I’ve summoned all the teachers but the boggarts are already starting to breed.” He told the Headmaster. Dumbledore stood up from his chair, with a flick of his wrist he had his wand in hand. He turned to Helaine before he left.



“Helaine wait for me here this shouldn’t take very long, please help yourself to some lemon drops.” He told her as he rushed through the door after Filch. After five minutes of sitting in silence Helaine got up and began looking around the office. She admired all the various trinkets and knick-knacks that covered Dumbledore’s shelves. As she was about to go over and look at the sword of Gryffindor she heard someone call out to her from the right side of the room. She turned around seeing nothing but the sleeping portraits on the wall. As she turned back to look at the sword the voice got much louder.



“Over here you silly girl, come on now quickly.” She turned and saw the portrait of Phineas Black looking at her. She walked over and stood in front of his canvas.



“It’s about bloody time you took notice of me, you know in my day young people knew how to use their ears. Never mind that now, you see the red file over on that table there, get it. I believe the contents will be of great interest to you.” Phineas said before his portrait went still.



She walked over to the table finding the mentioned file lying in a stack of others. She knew it wasn’t a school file since school files were blue. She picked up the file to read it when the name on the cover gave her pause. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The file had Hermione’s name on it. She opened the file and read the first page. It was adoption papers, signed when Hermione was two. Helaine felt sick as she continued to read the files contents.



Hermione had been adopted by Roger and Sara Granger a couple of squibs. Hermione’s real parents Duncan and Regina Sinclair had been killed in a Ministry raid led by Dumbledore himself. Hermione’s real mother Regina her maiden name was LeStrange, Hermione is pure-blood. Helaine felt like she may throw up. How could he do this to her, he killed her family and then gave her to a couple of squibs. Helaine flipped through the file some more coming to the last page. There was a picture of a handsome looking couple holding a squirming baby. When Helaine looked at the woman in the pictures face she swore she was looking at Hermione.



Helaine couldn’t believe this was happening to Hermione. She could take any betrayal Dumbledore threw at her, but she wouldn’t accept Hermione being hurt. She had to find a way to get this information out of here; she knew she couldn’t just take the whole file that would just make Dumbledore suspicious. She saw some blank parchment on another table and gathered it up. She used a copying spell Hermione taught her and copied the contents of the file onto the parchment. Once she was finished she put all the papers except for the picture back into the file and put it back where she found it. She shrank down the parchment and the photo and put them in her robe pocket, she hurried and sat down. She was lucky for that, not even thirty seconds after she sat down Dumbledore came back into the office.



“I am sorry I’ve kept you here so long Miss Potter, it is quiet late we shall finish our conversation some other time.” He told her as he dismissed her from his office. She bid him a quick good night and left the office. She needed to talk to Hermione right away. She rushed down the halls to Gryffindor tower. When she stepped inside the common room it was completely deserted. When she got inside the girls dorm she noticed everyone was asleep.



When she saw Hermione sleeping peacefully she decided to wait until tomorrow to tell her. With a sigh Helaine went over to her bed, she pulled out her night gown and threw it on. She got into bed and soon fell off into a deep and troubled sleep.







When Helaine opened her eyes she was back in the hall way from before. Knowing what awaited her she went over to the same door from the previous time. She didn’t bother knocking she knew she was expected so she just walked in. Once she was inside and the door had closed behind her, she looked around the room until she spotted him by the fire place. He didn’t seem to notice her at first so she stepped into the room a bit more. As she got closer she saw him more clearly in the fire light. He was wearing a pair of black trousers and a white dress shirt that was unbuttoned. His hair was messy and he wasn’t wearing shoes, he looked as if he had just woken up.



“Are you just going to stand there staring at me all night or are you actually going to say something Miss Potter?” He asked. She jumped, a little startled by the sudden noise. She walked over a little closer until she was standing in front of the couch.



“Why have you summoned me here again?” She asked him. When he turned to face her she saw how much his shirt was open. He had a thin layer of chest hair that went all the way down to his navel maybe even further. She wanted to run her fingers through that hair, see if it felt as soft as it looked. She hadn’t realized she was staring again until she heard him chuckle. She looked away from him blushing like mad.



“It’s quite alright Helaine you may look all you want. I know I’m enjoying looking at you.” He told her. She looked up at him and frowned not sure what he meant. Then she looked down at herself, she was wearing her green night gown, it was a little short just coming to her thighs and just barely covering her butt. She blushed again wishing she would have put on pants. He walked closer to her until they were only an inch or so apart. He ran his hand through her long hair and sighed.



“I brought you here to learn or your progress with the prophecy. Have you and your little friend figured it out yet?” He asked. She tried to move away but he just stepped closer wrapping his arm around her waist. She could feel the warmth from his body through her night gown. She placed her hands on his shoulders trying to get comfortable, only drawing herself closer to him.



“We have figured it out, Hermione used a blood offering ritual and we found out the truth. It’s like you said the prophecy is no longer valid because I’m a female. From what I learned, when I was male I was supposed to kill you or die by your hand.” She told him. He moved in closer until his lips were an inch from hers.



“How about now, do you still wish to kill me?” He asked. She had to crane her neck back to look at him.



“I never really wanted to be a part of this war but the choice was never mine. Now that it is I can say I have no wish to kill you or to die. However that doesn’t mean I don’t hate you for what you did to me and my family.” She told him. He chuckled and moved away a little. As soon as she was out of his grasp she moved to the desk on the other side of the room.



“I actually have something I need to ask you about, it has to do with a few of your followers. Do you know the Sinclair family?” She asked. He walked up behind her trapping her against the desk. Her back was to his chest now and she could smell his musky cologne, it over powered her senses making her feel slightly dizzy. He wrapped both arms around her waist this time, for some reason it didn’t make Helaine uncomfortable.



“Yes I knew the Sinclair’s, Rodolphus and Rabastan LeStrange’s sister Regina was married to a Duncan Sinclair; I think they had a child. The whole family was killed the night the LeStrange’s went to Azkaban. Why are you asking?” He said. Helaine turned in his arms to face him. They were so close she was practically sitting on the desk.



“Tonight I had a detention with Dumbledore. Something happened and he left me alone in his office for a while. The portrait of Phineas Black told me to look in a red file on a table in the office and I discovered another of Dumbledore’s secrets.” She then proceeded to tell him all about what she had discovered.



“Hmm it would seem old Dumbledore is trickier than I thought. What are you planning to do now?” He asked her. She took note at the small hint of concern in his voice.



“I don’t really know but I have to figure out a way to get me and Hermione out of there before he discovers what we know.” She said.



“Well if you do manage to escape undetected go too little Hangleton, you know the place from last year. As soon as you get there go to my family home there, as soon as you breech the wards I’ll send someone to collect you.” He told her. She looked at him in confusion for a moment.



“Why are you doing this, why are you helping me? Three months ago nothing would have made you happier than killing me and now you’re helping me run away, why?” She asked him. He smiled at her; he had that same gleam in his eyes as before the Helaine still couldn’t place.



He leaned down and lifted her up by her thighs and placed her on the desk. He stepped between her open legs. He wrapped his arms around her tighter and captured her lips in a deep passionate kiss. Helaine felt herself melt into the kiss and before she knew it she was kissing him back. After a while when they both needed to breath he pulled way. He kissed all along her jaw line and down her neck. Helaine leaned in to each kiss; she couldn’t believe how responsive she was to him. He pulled back to look at her.



“Isn’t it obvious my dear?” He asked. He didn’t give her a chance to respond, he pressed his lips back to hers in another deep kiss. He ran his hands up her thighs and under her night gown, Helaine shivered when his skin came into contact with hers. She moaned softly when his thump brushed her hardened nipple. Before long they needed to breathe again. He pulled back and pressed his forehead against hers.



“I would love nothing more than to keep you here, but alas it is time for you to wake up.” With that he pressed his lips to hers one last time.



Helaine woke with a start, the last moments of the dream replaying in her head. She could still feel his hands on her skin and his lips against hers. She ran her hand down to the apex between her thighs feeling the sticky wetness, her face heated up in a deep blush. Helaine was distraught, she had just basically had sex with Voldemort, and she liked it. Feeling absolutely disgusted with herself Helaine rolled over and fell into a fitful sleep.