A short story about Helena's pre-Hogwarts life
Hey guys!!!!! So i know it has been a long time since I have posted something on here, but I have been extremely, crazily, absurdly busy with school work and play rehearsals (we open tomorrow!! Yay!!), but I finally had a freeish moment (during math class) to post the beginning of this short story in Helena's pre-Hogwarts life. Note that I said the beginning because I have written what I think to be the start of a very interesting story, but I have been having some serious writers block and have no idea what should happen next in the story. Sooooo.... if you have a moment I would love to hear your feedback and if you have any ideas for the story's continuation.
Bye for now!!
-Helena
P.S. There is a small mention of Abby and a book that they (Abby and Helena) are both reading. Please let me know if this messes with something else you guys had in mind, but I was pretty sure we said that Helena and Abby were friends before Hogwarts.
Okay, so here we go...
“Helena, this is the last time I will ask you! Come help me make dinner, now!” My mum called. Honestly, you would think she had been waiting for years. I felt like I had only been in my room for a few minutes, and she was already acting like I was taking aeons. For a while now, Abby and I have had this theory that all mums in the Wizarding World are taught a secret spell that makes time speed up. "I’m coming, I’m coming.” I yell back downstairs. I slowly get up from my bed where I had been lying, reading the second book in one of the series Abby had given me for my birthday-”In the Hand of the Goddess” by Tamora Pierce. My mum thinks it is too grown up for an eleven year old to be reading, but Abby and I both love it.
I leave my room and go down stairs, desperately hoping that my mum won’t make me scrub the potatoes. I am just turning the corner when my seven year old brother Charlie comes barrelling down the hallway, chasing after one of the remote control cars that Dad got for him at a Muggle toy store, for Christmas. I quickly jump to the side to avoid being ploughed down by both boy and car and then finally run into the kitchen.
When I get there I am happy to see that my nineteen year old sister Ariana is already busy scrubbing the potatoes. In other words, she stands there with her wand, using magic to make the potatoes scrub themselves. The unfairness of it all. But at least I will be going to Hogwarts in a few months. Then I will finally, finally be allowed to use magic, even if it is only at school.
“Helena, there you are. What took you so long?” My mum asks me. “It wasn’t actually that long, mum, only about a minute and a half.” I say. “Oh, never mind. Just come help me chop the vegetables.” My mum replies. I sigh and walk over to the kitchen bench next to Ariana. I pick up the knife and start chopping the vegetables. By hand. Ugh.
Once we finish cooking my family sits down for dinner. As soon as we are all eating and talking I am quick to ask Ariana and my parents for more details about Hogwarts. Since I got my letter it has been the main topic of my thoughts and conversations and I am eager for any piece of information I can get my hands on. “Oh Helena, why do you want me to tell you so much about Hogwarts? You’ll be there yourself soon enough.” Ariana says. It is the same answer she gives me every time I ask her to tell me stories of her time there. “Ari,” I complain, “you promised you would tell me a bit about it at dinner tonight. And what time is it now? Dinner time. So tell me.” I say back, feeling rather triumphant at what I believe to be my obvious right to information. Ariana opens her mouth to refuse me but thankfully my dad jumps into our conversation just at the right moment. “Just tell her one of your stories, Ana.” He says, smiling at me. “Ah, fine. But only a short one.” She agrees grudgingly.
“Once in my fifth year at Hogwarts,” she begins, “we were all going down to Hogsmeade village for the day and one of my friends, Cara-I think you’ve met her Helena-tried to get our group of friends to all go with some of her boyfriend’s friends, as a group date." “Haha, I remember this story Ari.” My mum interjects. “Shush, mum,” I say, “I want to hear the story.” “Alright, I’m sorry. Keep going.” She says. “Okay,” Ariana starts again, “so for some reason all of us were stupid enough to go along with Cara’s plan. We all agreed to meet at the front gate so that we could walk down together. That morning, my friend Ella and I were getting ready in our dormitory when we heard a noise at the door. Instantly we both stopped talking and silently walked over to it. By that time the noise had stopped so we figured that it would be safe to open the door to see what had happened. We were both very cautious though, because we had had far too much experience with pranks from some of the other Ravenclaws. We carefully opened the door and jumped out of the way, both expecting a bucket of something unpleasant to be dumped down on our heads. But, much to our surprise nothing of the like happened, in fact, nothing happened at all. Though we were a bit confused, we decided to forget about it and finish getting ready to go out, so that we wouldn’t be late.” Ariana says as she gets up and waves her wand to clear her plate. “Helena, if you want to hear the rest of the story, then you need to come into the kitchen, because I have to make sure the kitchen is cleaning itself properly and you won’t be able to hear me from in here.” The kitchen cleaning itself properly. Honestly, if Ariana weren’t here then it would have been Helena cleaning the kitchen properly, and I would have had to actually clean, rather than just stand there while the dishes washed themselves. I sigh at this as I jump up and clear my plate, following Ariana into the kitchen.
"Come on, keep telling." I demand once I my sister and I reach the kitchen. "Okay, so once we were finally finished getting ready, and that took a while because Ella couldn't decide what to wear, we got our things and left the dormitory. Once we were out, we realized that there was something on our door. We took a closer look and found that it was a piece of parchment, carefully folded into the shape of a flower and stuck to the door. We decided we were done with being careful so we ripped the flower off the door and saw that it had three words written on the back. It said ‘back stairwell. now.’
