AN: Check first chapter for disclaimers.

She stood there, shaking slightly, just outside the door. She knew her quarry was inside as the other girl had gone in for a shower after her swim. She had looked incredibly enticing in her sporty blue cut out monokini. That was partially the reason for her current state of arousal. When she had stepped out of the pool, the water running down her perfect body had caused her clitoris to tingle. She had wanted to lick the water off her body then.

The other part was her long term desire for the girl. She thought the red head was extremely beautiful and was attracted to her from the start. Add to that that she was kind and helpful but with an authoritative streak, which left her burning with desire to be with her and submit to all her whims and commands.

She had been standing there for over five minutes when she heard a door open and close inside and soft feet walking. Guess she was done with her shower. She waited a few more minutes to give the other girl time to get dressed but more importantly to gather courage herself to admit her attraction for the girl. Before she could loose her nerve she raised her hand to knock on the door.

But before she could do so, Helen's voice called from inside, "You can come in."

She stood there for a moment, shocked, wondering how did she know, but then recovered and opened the door, stepping inside.

"Close the door behind you" Helen said. She did and turned around to look at the source of the voice.

Helen was sitting on the edge of the bed with a towel wrapped around her under her arms that left her long legs almost completely exposed and was using her wand to dry her long wavy dark red hair. Her eyes were bright and vibrant and were fixed on her face with a curious look on her face.

She flustered at the alluring sight and couldn't take her eyes off the ravishing body. She stood there speechless as it was often the case whenever she saw the pretty girl.

"Well, how can I help you?" Helen asked her, with a raised eyebrow.

She blushed realizing she had been staring at her shapely legs and was caught doing so. She lowered her eyes to her feet and mumbled, "Sorry"

"I don't mind", came a reply.

"You don't?" she asked surprised and looked up.

Helen was standing now with her wavy hair dry and her wand on the bed. She started walking slowly towards her and as she reached her she replied, "Not if it's you."

Helen brought her hand to her face, stroking the corner of her jaw with her impossibly soft thumb and continued softly, "I like it that you can't take yours eyes off me."

She blushed further at the contact and at the statement which was completely true and Helen knew it.

Helen leaned in and lightly kissed her on her cheek close to her mouth and pulled back.

She wanted her to do more then that but didn't had the courage to say so. It must have showed on her face though as Helen gave her a soft smile and leaned in again keeping her in position with the hand on her cheek.

She closed her eyes as Helen's lips touched hers delicately. She lost herself in the swirl of the strange, new softness of her lips. She smelled wonderful as always with a mixture of roses, sandalwood and something exotically spicy which she could never place. Her lips were soft and moist and tasted sweet like chocolate covered strawberries.

Helen closed the gap between their bodies and her other hand went behind her back with her fingers trailing down the spine unraveling the nerves she felt.

Feeling slightly brave she raised her own hands and stroked Helen's bare shoulders. When she didn't reject her and instead pressed closer so that their breasts were mashed together, she raised one of her hand to caress her beautiful face and tangle her fingers in those long dark hairs.

After a few moments of sensual kissing, she felt Helen's tongue seeking entry in her mouth which she gladly allowed. She opened her mouth and received the tongue with her own. The heat rose in her cheeks as her tongue touched the other girls' tongue, quick and electric and delicious, then firmer, more determined, more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning that reached through her.

Helen's hands were wandering over her back causing tingles all over and were causing her own to become bolder and bolder as they touched and felt the exposed skin of the other girl. She knew she wanted more but was timid and couldn't do more.

Helen solved her problem as she brought her hand from her back to her side and low. Her fingers slipped between her T-shirt and skirt and touched the skin on her side causing a current to flow all over her body. They didn't stop there as they again moved to her back but this time under her T-shirt, stroking her skin directly causing her to moan into Helen's mouth.

Helen then removed her lips from hers, leaving her wanting more. But those moist lips didn't stop and went to her neck which Helen exposed completely using her hand in her hair.

She moaned and sighed as Helen worked on the pulse causing her clitoris to throb and her panties to dampen. As she kissed her neck, her hand in her hair moved down to caress the other side of the neck and slipped further south to gently cup one of her small breast over her top and bra. Helen started fondling her breast slowly over her clothes causing her to loose her mind and all her inhibitions.

Her other hand came to the hem of her top and raised it slightly, waiting of her to object. Objection was the last thing on her mind and she used her own hand, placing it over Helen's and raised it dragging the top along. Helen used both her hands to completely remove the T-shirt, stepped back and looked at her with burning eyes making her flush.

As she held her eyes she untucked the towel and let it drop exposing her breasts and small silk panties, which were the only article of clothing on her body. Her breasts were larger then her own and were round and perky. Her pink nipples were erect, displaying her own aroused state.

Helen took one of her hands and pulled it up to her breasts, giving her permission to touch the beautiful globes. She unconsciously fondled the smooth object causing Helen to sigh in pleasure. Encouraged she flicked the nipple with her fingers and earned a moan for her efforts.

She took one of Helen's hand and placed it over her own breast while her other continued exploring her new best thing in the world. Helen went ahead and put her other hand on her other breast and started playing with both her breasts. After few moments she moved one her hand to her back to the bra hook and looked at her.

She nodded and her bra was soon on the floor leaving her breasts out in open, which Helen took complete advantage of and started playing with them eagerly.

After exploring for a while, Helen pulled the other girl's head towards her right breast, encouraging her to take it in her mouth. She greedily did so and sucked on the nipple, teasing it with the tip of her tongue. Helen moaned and ran her fingers up into the thick curls of her hair, pulling her gently by the base of her skull further into her breasts, encouraging her to continue.

Helen's other hand slinked under the edge of her skirt, touching the bare skin of her thigh; the aftershock of the resulting shiver spilled out from her tongue into the nipple which furthered Helen's arousal.

Helen's nimble fingers teased between her leg and the hem of her skirt until they could smell the heat of her shadows. Slowly, gently, they moved in and up towards the swollen silk of her knickers. She poured her gasp down Helen's cleavage as the taller girl traced the line of her slit with torturous care, and kissed down the valley between her breasts.

Then Helen removed her hand and gently pushed her head back. She was suddenly afraid that she had done something wrong as the emerald eyed girl turned around and moved away. Helen picked up her wand, turned around and looked at her.

She opened her mouth to apologize for whatever she had done wrong and to beg her to take her back. But before she could say a work, Helen pointed her wand at the door and cast a couple of spells at it. She was confused at what was happening as Helen started to move towards her again.

She looked at the taller girl hopefully and her hope was rewarded as Helen kissed her hard and deep and said, "I didn't want us to be disturbed."

Helen then started pulling her towards the bed and she followed reassured and optimistic. She was gently pushed into the bed and her skirt was removed, leaving her only in her panties.

Helen then came over and gently but insistently pressed her shoulders into the bed and covered her body with her own leaving no space between them. She then mashed their lips together and they started a heated make-out while their hands fondled their bodies. Helen's hand were all over her body, squeezing here, tucking there while her lips and tongue set her own mouth on fire. A fire which is wanted to spread all over her body.

And Helen seemed to have read her mind, as her mouth left her lips and started a downward decent, first reaching her neck leaving a hickie, lightly biting at her collarbone and then licking at the valley between her small breasts. From there she turned trajectory and and soon had her left nipple into the warmth of her mouth, with her hot tongue flicking at the tip.

She cried out as a tiny orgasm hit her when Helen sucked on her left nipple while pinching her right with her fingers. Helen then moved further down and removed her last garment completely exposing her to the emerald eyes. Helen knelt up and erotically removed her own panties all the while looked at her sensually with heated glowing eyes.

Helen touched her thighs and started sliding her figures upwards towards her core causing her to moan and whimper in pleasure. She touched her lower lips and then dipped her middle figure between her folds. She was sure that Helen was met with a gush of approval. Helen slid her thumb up her clit and traced mindful little circles around and around. The build was almost imperceptible, but Helen gradually added more pressure to her stroke.

Feeling her harden and open into her, Helen increased the quivering speed of her touch. She leaned forward and started kissing her collarbone. The cords of her neck were strained, presumably to quell the sounds trying to escape. One of her hands gripped Helen's hair while the other grasped futilely at the headboard. She was so very close to an explosive orgasm.

Helen lifted her head and whispered in her ear huskily, "Come for me, pet."

She reached the edge on hearing the endearment and heard her calling her name, "Come for me, Hermione."

She came with a load moan and cry as shocks ran throughout her body. She forgot about everything for a moment as her physical and mental aspects merged, in an extremely good way. She imagined she must have been glowing with the way she felt.

As she came back down from her pinnacle of bliss, she again heard her name being called, strangely from distance.

"Hermione"

She ignored it she enjoyed the pleasure running it final course through her body. But the voice came again louder this time, "Hermione!"

Helen's voice seemed to have changed and she had moved some distance away. The voice came once again this time with a knocking sound, "Hermione!"

She suddenly woke up. She was in her bed in her home. The covers were thrown away and her panties and night dress was completely wet with her arousal.

It was a wet-dream, she quickly realized. About Helen.

And she must have moaned loud enough for her mother to come knocking at her door.

Thinking quickly, she replied, "Just knocked my toe into the bed post. It's alright."

"You sure? It sounded painful." her mother asked.

"No its alright. It'll pass. I'll be down soon."

"Ok. If you say so. Get ready quickly and I'll drop you at King's cross. You don't want to miss the train."

"Yes, mom."

She heard her mother go downstairs and dropped back into bed, thinking. She knew she was attracted to Helen. Seeing her naked when she was here hadn't helped. Instead it had solidified and confirmed her desire. Now the question was what to do with it.

Her dream had made it clear what she wanted to happen. But whether Helen swing that way was the question. Also if she did, would she like her? Did she found her attractive? She knew she was looking better these days with her straighter hair and her body starting to develop womanly curves, though she was no way near Helen. The taller girl could be a runway model with the way she looked. But would Helen like her?

She had teased her on her birthday and had kissed her several times on her cheek. But she kissed everyone she liked. And Hermione had seen how she had kissed Cedric and how she would look at Blaise sometimes. But she had seen the same looks directed at her as well. Maybe she was bisexual, she hoped. Hermione knew she was mostly into girls for some time now, and seeing Helen naked had cemented that fact. She had found only a few boys attractive, so she guessed she could try with a boy if she had too, but she wanted to be with Helen.

She knew she was probably a submissive and that she liked authoritative figures. And Helen had shown that she could be one when they went to the forbidden corridor last year. Even the rest of Ravenclaw seemed to follow her as she was their unofficial leader, with Padma actually swearing an actual magical oath to her.

She decided to see how the year will pan out and if an opportunity arrives, she will confess about her feelings to Helen and let the chips fall as they may.

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Susan had packed her trunk last night with her uniform on top, apart from the clothes she was going to wear today.

Going to the muggle world had been a revelation for her and the ensuing shopping spree had left her excited and giddy, not that she let it show, unlike Hannah and Tracey. She had also understood why some muggleborn looked down at the magical world and decided to go back to the muggle world after Hogwarts. To them magical would seem stagnant.

Putting her tangential thoughts aside, she dressed up in a dark blue skin tight jeans and a short sleeved T-shirts, both of which she had bought in London. Underneath she was wearing revealing but comfortable underwear, also bought in the muggle world.

As she put on the final touches, she thought of the girl who was staying with her. Helen was a very considerate person who would help out a person in need. She was smart and intelligent but also kind and benevolent. She really could have been a Hufflepuff. She was brave too, to face a professor alone to protect the school. And that she came out relatively unharmed while the professor died showed that she was powerful as well. Add to that the fact that she would be Lady Potter in six years and her fame as the Girl-Who-Lived, she would be an extremely influential and important person of the wizarding world.

Susan planned to be with her as her friend and ally. She would convince her aunt to ally their houses, not that it would be difficult as she already liked Helen. They together with a few more of the noble houses could become a power block that could shape the future of their world for the better. She knew a certain future lord of a noble house who was interested in having 'very' close ties with Helen Potter. Cedric was obviously entranced with Helen and they would certainly make a beautiful couple, she thought.

Finished with her makeup, she got up and went out to the dinning room to have a quick breakfast before leaving for King's cross. They were going via muggle entrance as Daphne and Tracey would be coming that way too due to their parents having some business in the muggle world, while Hermione would obviously use the entrance as well. Hannah had gone back yesterday and would join them on train along with the rest of the gang.

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Helen dressed up in a black high waist asymmetrical skirt and a white blouse with black net pantyhose and black wedged heels. She had both her wands on her person and her trunk was shrunk to a matchbox size, and was inside her robe pocket, which she was carrying in her left arm.

She had plans she wanted to enact and implement this year. She now had a small base to operate with the Ravenclaws under her control along with several members of other houses. She planned to come out of her shell a bit this year and not remain innocent as she wouldn't be able to hold the act all the time.

She was also excited about this year as a lot of favorable things would be happening for her. One of the most inaccessible Horcrux of the dark lord would be within her reach and a world famous explorer and warrior would be teaching them DADA. She hoped to learn something useful from him as his books were brilliant despite their stupid titles and being a bit narcissistic.

She went downstairs to find both Amelia and Susan already waiting for her to arrive. Bidding them a 'Good Morning' she ate an apple for breakfast and they together set out for King's cross. They reached the station at 10:30 and met with Greengrass', Davis', and Granger's on platform 9 and 10. The other parents left for their work and Amelia took the girls to platform 9 & 3/4 without any hitch. They said their goodbyes and boarded the train, finding any empty compartment near the middle of the train.

Soon they were joined by Micheal, Anthony and Terry. Padma and Hannah came in as well to fill up the compartment. Terry sat next to window with Helen, Micheal and Anthony filling the one side and Hermione had taken the other window seat with Padma, Susan and Hannah taking the rest of the space. As the train left the station, they chatted and caught up with each other's lives. Soon they feel into a comfort zone with Terry, Helen and Hermione reading their books while rest of the group chatted together.

During the ride they had visits from their other friends who had taken nearby compartments. Helen's upper year friends also visited around greeting her and her friends briefly. Cedric visited for a brief while, he tried chatting with everyone but ended up focusing mostly on Helen, for which she ended up being teased by the rest of the girls while the boys were a bit miffed, and so was Hermione, but she hid it well. The Weasley twins also dropped by with their friend Lee Jordan to say 'Hello' but left quickly to cause mayhem somewhere else.

The rest of the trip was uneventful apart from a visit by Malfoy and his goons. He had grown confident over the summer and tried to be suave inviting Helen to join him and his friends for the ride. Helen had turned down his offer delicately, not wanting him to resent her but also not interested in his pureblooded snobby company. She did not want him to dislike her as he might be useful later on as he was certainly going to be a death eater in future. She could have her own pet death eater just like Snape was Dumbledore's. At least that's what it looked like. She wasn't 100% sure about that.

Half an hour before reaching Hogwarts the boys were chased out of the compartment so that the girls could change into their uniforms. As the train stopped in the Hogsmeade station, they all got out to find nice clear skies and the tall figure of Hagrid calling the first years.

After waving a hi at him, they proceeded towards the carriages which most students thought were autonomous. In reality though they were pulled by Thestrals, who could only be seen by those who had witnessed death. Helen could obviously see them having witnessed Quirrell's demise last year. As her group started to marvel at the enchantments on horse-less carriages, she explained to them the reality.

"They are not horseless. They have Thestrals pulling them on. Thestrals are invisible to all but those who have witnessed death." She explained.

Hermione asked hesitantly, "Um, Can you see them?"

"Yes." She replied simply and climbed into the nearest one. The rest of them joined her and once the carriage was full, the Thestral started moving without any prompt. During the trip she told the group what she knew about the winged horses, describing their appearance and telling them about their acute sense of direction.

Soon they reached Hogwarts proper and the group broke up to go to their respective house tables. Helen and the rest of the second years sat down together near the end of the table leaving space for the new first years to join them. The rest of the Ravenclaw house greeted them and took their seats as they all waited for the first years to arrive. Helen used this time to observe the hall and its occupants.

She had always liked the ceiling enchantments of the great hall. Her enchanting skills weren't enough to understand the complexities of such masterful work but she was determined to reach such a level and wanted to replicate the feet somebody in her own home. She would have to find a home first though or repair Potter manor.

She looked over at the staff table to check out all the new staff members. It seems Lockhart was the only new addition as she could not see anyone else new. Lockhart was already seated and was chatting up with the two other youngest professors Aurora Sinistra and Bathsheda Babbling, professors of Astronomy and Ancient Runes respectively.

He seemed his usual charming self in the company of two beautiful young women, who were already making eyes at him. So were a lot of girls from the student body. And he certainly was very pleasing to look at with his handsome chiseled face, perfect lips and bright blue eyes with silky blonde hair like a halo on top. He was dressed immaculately in a sharp slightly stiff dark blue robes which were opened in front and reached his knees, a slightly lighter blue shirt under, which was tucked neatly into a navy blue pants. He had bluish black dragonhide pointed boots and a black belt to finish off the assemblage. The whole look was done to accentuate his eyes and it worked very well. Even Helen felt a desire for him and wanted to sample the goods so to speak.

Instead she shook her head and looked towards the Griffindor table to try to find a clue or evidence of the new owner of Tom Riddle's diary. The elder most Weasley present in Hogwarts was talking with a few of his year mates and was occasionally glancing towards the Ravenclaw table where Penelope Clearwater was sitting. Interesting, but that didn't seemed out of ordinary. The twins were seated with the rest of the Griffindor Quidditch team and were regaling them of some of their misadventures using animated gestures but that was normal for them.

The youngest Weasley boy was absent and this worried Helen. Thinking back, Helen remembered not seeing him on the train either, which was unusual for him, as he tended to never miss an opportunity to preach about the light side and how she was going dark. He was the dumbest person she had the misfortune of having met and would become a very easy pawn of the diary. Was he already under it's control?

She couldn't follow that line of thought as Professor McGonagall chose that moment to bring in the new Hogwarts students for sorting. They were roughly of the same strength as her own year, about forty. Soon they were sorted and the dinner commenced. Among the first years, she found three students interesting, all for different reasons.

First was Luna Lovegood, one of the newest Ravenclaw. She seemed to be a little out of it, but Helen wondered if there was a reason behind it. She have platinum blonde hair, which were so light in color they seemed to shine, reflecting the light of the candles above. It was, however, her eyes that was the most striking feature, they were large, bright blue and had a glow in them. She had a wide eyed look, as she observed everything around her, though she kept talking about some creatures she keep seeing, that were seemingly invisible and affected people's mind. Helen reserved her judgement on her, though she suspected that the girl was more than what she seemed.

Second was Colin Creevey, an impressionable muggleborn boy, who was also sorted into Ravenclaw. There wasn't anything special about the boy apart from the reasoning behind his sorting into Ravenclaw. Apparently, the sorting hat wanted to please him in Griffindor, but he had insisted to be placed in the same house as Helen Potter. 11 years old, barely knew about the magical world, and already a fanatic, who was hanging on her every work. He reminded Helen of Bellatrix, she was also the same with Voldemort. Helen had full intentions of making him a loyal follower. She smirked thinking of Bella's reaction on being compared to a first year muggleborn.

Last but most concerning was Ginny Weasley, the youngest child and the only daughter of the Weasley clan. She was of course sorted into Griffindor and was sitting close to her brothers who had welcomed her with loud cheers and applaud. What was interesting about her was that Helen had caught her sneaking glances towards herself, and each time she would look away pretending to look or talk to someone else. Helen reassessed her earlier presumption about Ron having the diary. It was possible the Ginny might the one having it. She would have to look out and keep an ear to the ground about strange incidences in Griffindor this year.

Midway through dinner, Helen rejected Ron as a potential candidate as the host of the diary. The idiot had tried to sneak into a crowded great hall, seemingly nonchalant. Halfway to Griffindor table, Professor Snape had grabbed him by the ear and dragged him back out.

The moron had flown an enchanted car from King's Cross to Hogwarts, causing a major breach in the statute of secrecy after being seen by muggles and had crashed into the whomping willow in the Hogwarts ground. All because he was late for train. Haven't he heard about apparition? He was a pureblood after all. And how come he was late while rest of his family had boarded the train? Whatever the reasons, his behavior showed an unprecedented level of stupidity to be under the influence of Riddle. That left Ginny as the main suspect with Percy, Fred and George still as potentials. She would keep an eye out for them.

Soon, the dinner ended and the Ravenclaw house ascended to their tower. Helen and Padma lagged behind a bit as Helen wanted to discuss about their late night plans privately.

"You brought everything?" she quietly asked the Indian girl.

"Yes, everything you require." she replied dutifully.

"Good. Wait for me in your room. I'll come and fetch you at around 11 O'clock." Helen replied assertively. Padma nodded in adherence and they entered the common room.

Helen mingled with her housemates in the common room for an hour. The first years had gone to bed so it was only the older students in the room. The Quidditch team gathered together, already planning their training schedule. They also had a beater position to fill though Robert and Morag were discussing something about that privately. Soon, they laid out their plan. It seems that Robert wanted to change his position to become a beater, making way for Morag to fill the Chaser position. The team decided to try out the new formation first, before the tryouts to check if it would work or not.

Soon, people started leaving for bed and the remaining two second year girls also went to their oval. Morag and Helen joined their year mates to chat for a few more minutes and then they decided to turn in for the night.

Helen went to her room, unpacked and changed into comfortable shorts and singlet. She went out again with a book and spend the next hour reading on the couch as the rest of her year mates went to sleep. At quarter to eleven, she went to her room and brought out her Invisibility Cloak from the trunk. Wrapping it around her, she went out again and quietly entered into Padma's room.

Padma was lying in her bed over the covers wearing a night dress and had her knapsack next to her bed on the floor. She looked up anticipated as her door opened and closed and Helen appeared as she removed her cloak.

"Ready?" Helen asked.

Padma got up, smoothing her clothes and picked up the bag, "Ready."

They sneaked out and reached the room of requirement quickly. Helen made them walk in front of the blank wall three times and the door appeared. She walked into the now familiar room with an awed Padma in tow.

"Welcome to the room of requirement, the greatest creation of the founders." Helen explained as Padma looked around in amazement as the room changed before her very eyes under Helen's will.

She continued, "As you can see and as the name suggests, the room can become whatever you want it to, and could provide almost anything, within a certain limit and adhering to Gamp's laws."

"What's Gamp's law? I've heard about it but don't know what it entails."

"Gamp's Laws to Elemental Transfiguration. McGonagall will teach the basics this year, but the detailed versions will be taught in our OWL year. I'll explain it to you briefly while we make the preparations."

Padma nodded and took off the bag, opening it and started placing the contents on a table that appeared in front on her. Helen started explaining as she drew seven circles or chakras of different sizes whose centers were in a line from south to north.

"While the name suggests that the laws applies to transfiguration, in truth, they apply to the entire major branch of magical conjuration. Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration is a fundamental property of magic which identifies what can be conjured and what cannot. Generally speaking, they state that one cannot create something from nothing."

She started working on the smaller chakras first, filling in the details and then moved to the two bigger ones, the first and the third.

"The laws are often cited as exceptions, because simplified the five laws state five things or rather entities that cannot be created out of nothing. These are in order, food, money, life, knowledge and love. One cannot create those from nothing." Helen explained as she finished the third chakra, smaller of the the two largest ones.

"Ok. I think I understand. I'll read up on them and will ask my questions on them later. Right now, I'm interested in what we are doing right now. I know you said you were doing an ancient Indian ritual and I can see the seven chakras with a focus on first and third but that doesn't explain what it does.", said Padma.

"I'll explain it, but first I want you to try to theorize what it does."

"Hmm..., with the focus on first and third chakra, it obviously has to do something with physical aspect of the body, and as the first is the largest, I guess it has something to do with stability or safety?"

"Correct. Good deduction. But you are not there yet. Think of the ingredients which you have collected in conjunction with what you deduced from my work." Helen replied as she added finishing touch to the first chakra.

"You especially asked me to get Neem leaves and the Himalayan yellow mountain flower. The flower, I know, works as an antidote to a lot of poisons, and especially to mind altering potions. Neem leaves act as an immunity booster and regular use make you resistant to diseases. I don't get how Cobra poison combines with those two." Padma contemplated.

Then she had her eureka moment and exclaimed, "You mean to make your body poison and disease resistant!"

"Bingo!" Helen replied delighted that her friend figured it out. She added a few more ingredients which she had brought herself on the table, most importantly a small vial of Phoenix tear and a bezoar.

Then she spoke, "Though it's a bit more then that. In addition to making myself resistant to poisoning, I'm improving the functioning of my organs, especially the organs of my digestive system as well as my lungs and kidneys, while the other organs will also benefit. This will make my body resistant to all external influences. So, while it would be next to impossible to poison me or influence my mind using potions. However, the trade-off is that other more mundane or beneficial potions and medicines will not work as well on me."

"Oh." Padma said. After thinking for a few moments, as Helen inspected the chakras, she continued, "I guess it is a good trade-off. Once you are more resistant, you wouldn't require medicinal or mundane potions."

"Exactly" Helen replied. "This ritual is a slightly modified version of Chanakya's Immunity ritual, which used to be a popular ritual among your ancestors till around 1000 AD after which it fell into obscurity. I found the original ritual in one of the Parseltongue books you got for me. As the name suggests, it was created by Chanakya. I don't think I need to tell you who that was?"

Padma shook her head. She of course knew of Chanakya, the wizard kingmaker who helped Chandragupta Maurya in uniting India to form the first ever Indian Empire around 3rd century BC, though his grandson, Ashoka, would go on to become much more famous than him.

After a moment Helen asked, "There is an immediate side effect of this ritual. Can you guess?"

After things for a while, Padma couldn't so Helen told her, "As soon as the ritual is complete, my organs will start functioning at a much higher performance level. My body will try to find a new equilibrium. And in order to achieve such state, it will expel all the unwanted things, immediately."

"Oh". Then she understood the implications and exclaimed loudly, "OH!"

"Yes, I'm going to puck a lot of bloody waste and other things as well. It is the reason I haven't eaten all day, apart from an apple in the morning. Its the reason I've being drinking nothing but water all day long and a lot of it, so that the 'cleansing' process is smoother and easier. But it will still happen because the body will require a new equilibrium and that is why I have brought a few concentrated blood replenishing potions, which you will have to feed me if there is excessive blood loss. The process will take a few hours to complete, which is why we are doing it late in night so that by tomorrow morning I'm back to normal. Also, since my body would literally be changing, I'll experience a lot of pain and there will be screaming, so don't be alarmed."

With that she started placing all the ingredients in the right place and rechecked everything, as Padma came to terms with the responsibility that has been placed on her shoulders as well as the fact that her friend was going to be in excruciating pain and she could do nothing to help.

After she was done, Helen, while tying her hair in an overhead ponytail, told Padma "I'm almost ready. Remember, feed me the potions as soon as the vomiting stops."

With that she removed her clothes and stood just south of the first chakra. She had already removed her wand holsters and her wands. She raised her right hand and directed her magic at the center of the first chakra, which started glowing in red color. Soon, the second started glowing in orange, then the third yellow, followed by green, turquoise, blue and violet. As soon as the last chakra started glowing violet, Helen turned around and sat down cross legged with straight back facing south with her eyes closed.

Padma saw as the ingredients started disintegrating and colored light chakras started to form over the drawn ones. These light chakras started moving towards Helen all the while resizing to equal sized circles. Soon they were all about palm sized and were aligned along Helen's spine with the violet one at the top of her head and the red one over her tail bone. As soon as they were aligned they started glowing brighter and brighter. Helen seemed to have started experiencing increasing pain corresponding to the intensity of the light from the circles.

Soon the light was too bright to look at, so Padma moved to Helen's front and saw a painful expression on her friend's face. She wanted to help but she knew better to interfere in a ritual. After a few minutes, the light started to fade but the painful expression on Helen's face didn't change. In fact as soon as the lights went out, she started screaming loudly while wrapping her arms around her abdomen.

Padma started to rush forward, but stopped as the screamed changed into gurgles as Helen started vomiting violently. She tried not to look at the content but it was certainly red and thick. Helen continued to expel slightly viscous contents for a few more minutes. As soon as she stopped she passed out falling into the bloody mess. Or she would have, had Padma not caught her.

She remembered Helen's instructions and tilted her head back, feeding her the potion and coaxed her throat to shallow, ignoring the mess on her body. As soon as the potion was finished, she willed the room to create a bed behind Helen and gently laid her friend on it, sideways in case she pucked some more. Recalling the functions of room, she willed the mess to vanish and summoned a bowl of warm water and a soft towel. She started cleaning her friend, awed by the pain tolerance as well as the determination of her friend to go through all that.

She knew her reasoning of course. Helen had a lot of enemies and as last year have proved, they were not safe in Hogwarts either. It was the reason why she had sworn the oath. Still it took great mental strength and fortitude to put yourself through that much pain.

After witnessing this, she herself was more determined then ever to improve herself to better help her chosen leader.

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