5 Helena
A/N: Hogwarts is here! Enjoy!
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1st September, 1930:
It's been a month since my first trip to Diagon Alley, and I was finally going to Hogwarts! Hogwarts! How many of you dreamed of this? And it's finally coming true!
After getting my wand, I got Dumbledore to let me buy a book about wandlore, and he got me a perfect book. "Wands and their Cores- by Gerard Ollivander" was a book I'm really loving. He even paid for it out of his own pocket!
Despite the name, the book contains a primer on each and every magical animal, that can be used as wand cores, as well as many trees, whose woods can be used as wand wood. And there were a lot of animals!
This Gerard Ollivander wrote down a whopping 1000 animals, and which of their body parts can be used, along with the most common woods.
Acacia wood, which my wand is made out of, are usually very picky. They don't just bond with anyone, I was special! They were so picky, that once bonded to a wizard, it won't show it's true strength unless the wizard is truly exceptional. I'll see if I am in the future. Also, Acacia wands don't work for anyone other than their wizards.
Meaning, if another wizard stole and tried to use my wand, the magic simply won't work. I love my wand! I truly do!
Anyway, once Dumbledore dropped me back to the Orphanage, I began reading my books. Starting with the Magical Theory books, and then charms. I did try casting spells, and succeeded with casting the ones I had already mastered wandlessly in the first attempt, and with exceptional strength.
Fortunately, thanks to Hermione, I know that whatever magic they use to track underage wizardry, doesn't work before the student actually begins school. So I was safe from persecution.
I hadn't messed with Transfiguration yet, and was not messing with that until I'm at school.
A week after my first visit, I got permission from Sister Agnes to roam London, and went back to Diagon Alley, with my aim, the Gringott's bank.
--Flashback--
I walked to the Goblin manning the Inheritance and Legitimacy Test, and stopped, waiting for him to look up. I kept patient, and did not move around.
5 minutes later, he looks up from whatever he was doing, and asks, "What can Gringott's help you with?"
I nod at him respectfully, while looking up at him, and state, "I wanted to know about my family. I'd heard they are dead, and so, I would like to make some enquiries about it."
"Family name?" The Goblin asks, looking bored, but at least not angry. Maybe that patience test did the trick.
"Aves. My name is Mason Aves. Mother's name was Marigold Aves." I say, giving the other information, in case he needed it.
He looks up, and squints his eyes at me, looking for something. I look back, and hold back the urge to listen to his thoughts. He shouts, "Snaphook! Take him to the Aves manager. Tell him we found a possible heir."
15 minutes later, I meet with Grungir, the Manager of the Aves accounts. After greeting each other, he asked me to drop a few drops of blood on a piece of parchment he gave me. I took the dagger from him, cut my thumb a bit, and dropped the required drops, which caused the parchment to bellow out blue smoke right where my blood hit it.
Taking and observing the parchment for a while, Grungir says, "Well, Mr Aves, you are who you say you are. Lucky you. We were going to feed the dragon today."
I blandly look at him, while rubbing the piece of cloth surrounding my wound.
He continues, "While you are the only possible beneficiary of the Aves estate, you can't claim it yet. The Manor was destroyed 35 years ago, so there's no home for you to claim for yourself. There is a Trust Vault, that was originally set up for your mother, but never reabsorbed, so that Vault has been directly passed on to you."
I nod, listening, and ask, "How much do I have access to? And when will I be able to claim the lands and my Vault?"
Grungir turns a few pages, and answers, "Your Trust Vault contains G18,500, due to the Family Vault depositing G500 on 1st August every year, since your mother's birth, and you have access to all of it."
I drop my jaw, I shit you not. G18,500! I was rich! I school my face, and control myself. I ask, "What about my lands and the Family Vault?"
"17. That's when you can claim them, when you turn 17. You are very lucky to approach us. Usually claimants lose any claim to any monetary contents of the Family vaults if 100 years go by without a heir approaching. It's only been 35 for you, so, good for you." Grungir says, and then smirks at the end.
I can imagine how many Vaults they've swindled money out of. Wait a minute. He said Monetary.
I grin wide. So there are probably a lot of Vaults with no claimants, and no money in them, but probably a lot of objects, judging by how the Lestrange Vault looked in the movies.
So, hypothetically, I could still claim the Vaults I'm entitled to, even after the 100 year deadline. Let's hope I'm the heir to Slytherin, and his family actually had Vaults here.
I just won't be able to get any money out of it. But books are good too. Ancient books. I mean, I already have G18,500, so books are preferred actually.
"Well, thank you for your time. Oh, I almost forgot. My key, to the Trust Vault?" I ask, smiling at the Goblin in front of me.
While he is my manager, he is still a Goblin and works for Gringott's' profit. Scowling at me, Grungir slams the key on the table, and says, "Vault number 689. Now leave, I have work to do."
--Flashback End—
And so, I got access to a G18.5k vault. I had nothing to buy yet, so I haven't touched it except for G200 I took out as a precaution. Never know when I might need it. Now I have G275 and some change in my pouch.
I did visit Flourish and Blotts again to get some more books which interested me. A book about known purebloods, a book called "Pureblood Directory" which was written "anonymously" by some Nott, and a few other supplementary books.
Rest of my days in the Orphanage were spent doing the usual, with the addition of magic practice in the night, once everyone else was asleep, along with practicing writing with Quills. It was not easy, I tell you, but I'm getting there
Obviously, I could not do the more harmful spells, like the cutting charm, or the Incendio spell, but I did practice Accio a lot, summoning different things from my trunk, while withholding my TK.
"Hello, can I sit here?" A voice brings me out of my musings.
I was sitting alone, in a compartment in the back of the Hogwarts express, reading a book about History of the Wizarding World. It is an interesting read.
I look at the person who disturbed my reading, and look them up and down. While they're wearing trousers and a shirt, I'm pretty sure that's a girl, or at least born a girl. #Woke.
I nod at her, and say, "Please, come in."
The girl walks inside, dragging a trunk behind her. Obviously, like the gentleman I am, I help her with putting it in the rack above.
I offer her my hand, and introduce myself, "Mason Aves."
She takes my hand, shaking it, and says, "Nice to meet you. My name's Darla White."
White. Not a surname I recognize, from even the book about known purebloods. So probably Muggleborn.
"What are you reading there?" Darla asks, sitting down in the empty seat.
I sit down in front of her, and show her the cover. I say, "History of the whole Wizarding World, and not just Britain. It's a good read. The author knows his stuff."
Darla looks at the cover, and nods. She says, "I haven't got that one. Where are you from?"
She looked curious, and a bit talkative, so I answer, "London. It was a shock, I tell you, when Professor Dumbledore came and told me I have magic."
"Oh! You're like me then! You have no one Magical in your house too, then?" Darla exclaims out, and then asks.
I shake my head and say, "Well, I'm from an orphanage. I know my mother was not magical. Don't know about my father though, or their families."
We talked more then, for a few hours, telling each other about ourselves.
Her parents are religious, and almost didn't want to send her to Hogwarts. Although I have no problem with Christianity, the extremists of every religion piss me off. Even my old religion. Calling anyone different than normal people demon spawn? That's plain evil.
Dumbles did convince them though, by repeatedly explaining that this magic was given to us at the time we are born, and not through deals. So no, we are not, as they said, Demon Spawn.
Her mother owns a flower shop, while her father is in the Police, so they earn enough money. And instead of sending her to some finishing school or something, they sent her to Hogwarts.
Cool parents, got over their fear of every thing magical pretty quickly, if I do say so myself. I'm thinking Dumbles did something. But, not my problem.
Darla was pretty cute girl, like kids are cute you pedos. She was a tomboy, loved to play cricket, and was a bowler. Along with that, she played the violin, or was learning to play, but was sad she had to keep the violin home.
She was not that studious, as far as I can tell, but did well enough, as she would tell.
But, I'm sure she'll be a good enough friend. My first friend. Darla White.
--- Sorting Ceremony---
We talked for a while, and then I went back to my reading. The train ride had started while we were talking, and it took 8 hours to get from London, to the Hogsmead station in Scotland.
I'll have to look up where the train track is, and where it goes from. There's no way this track is connected to the muggle lines, or they would have discovered Hogsmead already.
After 8 hours, we changed into our Ubiforms after a Slytherin Prefect told us to, while frowning at the muggle clothes we had worn. Thankfully, Voldemort was a 4 year old kid, so the racism, while there, was nothing serious.
After the boat ride with the Keeper and Caretaker, who did not bother introducing himself, we met with a female Professor near a big door. She told us to wait there on the stairs, and went back inside to probably get them all to prepare for us.
Deciding to try Telepathy on these kids, I expand my mind, and try and find the names of the kids with me.
There were about 80 kids here, all first years obviously. Of them, the purebloods, or recognizable half bloods, were more with a mixture of Black, Crabbe, Goyle, Abbot, Prewett, Greengrass, Rosier, Crouch, Avery, and Bulstrode. These people were 37 in total.
Then there were purebloods, who's families were established just recently. Means they were the descendants of Muggleborns. Thise were few, only 7.
Then came the half-bloods with no noble name. Like a kid named Albert Jones, who's parents were both muggleborns. Kids like those, numbered 22.
The rest, 14, were like me. Either muggleborns, or orphans. And there were 3 orphans, including me.
Right at that moment, a few ghosts came in from the side, talking about something, I did not here. My main focus, was one ghost, who looked disturbingly similar to my mother. Literally, it was like looking at my mother's ghost, if it wasn't for the very old looking gown the ghost was wearing.
There were 3 other ghosts, 2 male and one female. One male was fat, very fat, and if my guess is correct, then it's the Fat Friar. The other was lean, and looked like a fighter. But he was also covered in blood. The Bloody Baron.
The last ghost was female, and was.. plump. She has a kind smile on her face, and I do not recognise her from anywhere. The fourth ghost, the one I think looks similar to my mum, was.. different. She was almost solid.
While the 3 were white, and floating with the air, the girl was grey, and she was flying, staying a few feet behind the three. Yes, I can sort of feel the difference. I think, if she wants to, she could walk on the ground too.
Deciding to see if my Telepathy works on ghosts, I tried to connect with each of them. For the 3 talking white ghosts, I feel nothing. It's like, there's nothing there. Not that there are shields or anything, there's literally nothing. No thoughts, no memories, and no indication, other than my sight, that someone is even there.
For the girl, now that's where things get interesting. As soon as I tried to enter her mind, her eyes snapped towards me. 'You're like her!' I hear in my mind, becoming shocked.
She's the first person to notice my telepathy use, and she's a ghost!
I look around, no one had noticed anything weird, and the kids were just wary of the Fat Friar, who was having a conversation with some kid.
'Like who? Who are you? And why are you so different from them?' I ask her in return.
She looks at the other ghosts, and answers, 'Later. I will find you and we will talk. I'm so excited!' and she smiles, brightly.
The other ghosts look at her in shock, like they haven't seen her smile before, while the Bloody Baron takes a step back.
Bloody Baron. A female ghost in her 20s. That's Helena Ravenclaw! Rowena's daughter! I'll have to meet with her later. So much knowledge, simply, wow.
"Come along, now." The Professor from before says, coming through the door and opening it.
Walking inside, and listening to the talking hat's song later, we all wait for our turn. A Talking Hat! Bloody, Brilliant. Let's hope my Telepathy stops it from finding my old memories.
I look around, and see what I expected. There were 4 tables around the Great Hall, and a fifth table for the Teachers, on the stage. Professor Armando Dippet, the Headmaster, was sitting in the middle, with Professor Dumbledore on his right, and his left side chair empty. Damn, Dippet was old!
On Dumbledore's right was Professor Horace Slughorn, who I recognize from the movies. He looked the same, only younger. He was about the same age as Dumbles, so in his 40s-50s. Dumbledore was 50 but he looked like he was 35 at the maximum.
"Abbott, Charles." The Professor says. I need to know her name. Meh, I'll ask my classmates later.
The Abbot boy walks forward and sits down on the stool. In barely 5 seconds, the hat shouts, "HUFFLEPUFF!" and he joins his house to a round of applause. Huh? When did his uniform change from plain black to yellow and black? Magic!
"Avery, Lucile." This time, it's the Avery girl, who walks forward.
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Aves, Mason." Taking a deep breath, I walk forward and sit on the stool. I see the Professor dropping the Sorting Hat on my head, and see only darkness for a second.
"Hmm.. Difficult. Very difficult." The hat says, appearing inside my shields.
I go in, to meet it, and ask, "What difficult? You came through the shields like they were made of butter!"
Thankfully, it did not hurt me. The hat did not want to harm me, and so his attack didn't. He's just that good at the mind arts.
"I've been sorting students for 900 years now, boy. While your shields are good, I was made better. Hmm.. Very curious." The hat says, ignoring my sulking.
He says, "Don't worry, boy. You are going on the right tracks. Rowena showed me her mind too, and you're almost as good as her when she was your age."
"Rowena? Rowena was like me? A telepath?" I ask, looking up at the floating hat.
The hat nods, and says, "Aye. But that word is not known to me. Her mind was simply built differently. She could move things with her mind, without using even a little bit of magic, and she could use Legilimency and Occlumency without magic too. You'll do her proud, boy."
Eh? Why will I do her proud?
The hat looks at my confused face, and says, "There's an artefact of hers, hidden out there somewhere, that was made to help those with superior minds control themselves. I think you will find it helpful."
He then hums, and asks, "Now where to put you? You're cunning, and will thrive in Slytherin. That gift of yours will certainly help. Then again, you're also brave. Trying to do right by your mother. You also plan on joining the next war. Impressive. You'll also shine bright in Gryffindor."
I shake my head, and say, "While I am brave and cunning enough, those two Houses don't exactly agree with me. I'm not goody-two-shoes enough for Gryffindor. I will use anything to survive, and make sure as few people die in the next wars as possible. But, I also am not a politician, and the actual Slytherin's will chew me whole and spit me out. So not Slytherin either."
The hat hums, and I feel it sorting through all of my memories. But, weirdly enough, it does not go down to my old memories, as Rahul. It can't see those memories!
The hat opens it's mouth, done with the decision, and says, "In that case. Good luck, and make your ancestor proud in RAVENCLAW!"
I hear the last word outside in the real world, and come out, just in time to see the Professor take the hat off me. I numbly walk towards the Ravenclaw table and think about what I just heard.
Ancestor. Helena looks like my mother. Or now I think about it. My mother looks like Helena. Rowena Ravenclaw is my ancestor! But.. didn't Helena die single? I'll have to check the rest of the history out, or ask Helena, is she agrees.
I get back to my senses, in time to see White, Darla get sorted to Gryffindor. I smile and wave at her, as she was my first friend here, as I am hers, and then look around.
Along with me, the other Ravenclaw first years were Charis Black, Anastasia Greengrass, Tom McAvoy, Julian Jackson, Lucas Taylor, Aliza James, Harriet Owen, Elis Dawson, and a few more. We were 18 in total, with 10 girls, and 8 boys.
After Darla, who was the last to sort, was sorted, the Headmaster stood up in his place, and gave a welcoming speech, with some basic instructions like "Don't do this, do this. Don't go there, it will hurt." Etc.
And then, food appeared in front of us, making us all gasp. Even those from the magical household gasped, and we all began eating in earnest.
We introduced ourselves to each other, along with a few details, while I asked the prefect sitting beside me about the Professors' names.
The Perfect, named, Marie Goldfinch, explained, "The first year students will have to deal with very few of all those Professors. In the centre you have the Headmaster, Armando Dippet. He's currently the oldest wizard in the United Kingdom, at 293!
"To his right is Professor Dumbledore, the transfiguration Professor. Until my 2nd year, he used to teach Defence against the Dark arts, but then, he suddenly stopped and began teaching Transfiguration.
"On Professor Dippet's left, is Professor Galatea Merrythought. She's the Defence against the Dark Arts Professor. Previously, she was the Transfiguration teacher, along with the Head of Ravenclaw house, and Deputy Headmistress. But she gave that position to Dumbledore now. The Deputy Headmaster, I mean. Oh, if you have any problems you can either ask us prefects, or Professor Merrythought.
"Then, there's Horace Slughorn, the Potions Professor, and he's amazing. He's the Head of Slytherin House. He's really good at teaching, and is usually very fair to all. But, he does tend to favour talented students more.
"Then, there's Professor Silvanus Kettleburn, the Care of Magical Professor, but you won't have much contact with him for 2 years. Professor Herbert Beery is the Herbology Professor and the Head of Hufflepuff house. And he's really sweet.
"Professor Sinistra is the Astronomy Professor, and he's a bit strict. The other's you won't have to worry about much. Lastly, there's Ogg, the groundskeeper, and old Pringle, the caretaker of the castle. They're squibs, but don't insult them for that."
We all listened to his introduction to the teachers, and looked at each professor. Professor Merrythought, the one who was there with us when we were sorted, looked really serious, and strict. We all will have the most contact with her, being Ravenclaws.
I pick up pudding, which was chocolate cake today, and eat it, after the dinner was over. It was a well balanced meal, if you discount the pieces of fried chicken legs. They alone ruined the healthiness of the meal.
(A/N: PUDDING IS USED IN PLACE OF DESERT IN UK!)
Anyway, after the Dinner, and pudding, we all follow the 5th year Prefects to the Ravenclaw tower, and I memorize the path we took. Thank you eidetic memory.
After many, many staircases, and corridors, we finally came to a stop. I was in the back, with Tom, staying silent. The Prefects had stopped us in front of a door without a handle. But there was an eagle shaped knocker.
The male prefect, something Verne, knocked it, which led to it speaking. It asked a riddle, which Greengrass answered immediately, before the prefects could, and then the door opened.
Keeping the door open, the female prefect, Marie from before, points at the door and says, "This is the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room. You have to answer the riddle, like young Ms Greengrass just did, and only then will the door open. If you can't answer it, you'll have to wait for someone to do it for you. Now, come on in."
We all enter after her, and she shows us different points about the Ravenclaw common room.
Right in the middle of the common room was a marble statue, depicting a woman. Rowena Ravenclaw. She looked similar to Helena, and my mom, but only a bit. Her statue also showed the diadem she wore, which the hat hinted might help me with mastering my mental powers.
To the right of us, was a bookcase, completely covering the wall. To the left, was a wall, and many tables lined up, for either studies, or for chatting. There were a few photos frames, moving ones, that might help if there's an emergency, to call for someone.
Behind the life sized Rowena statue, was a hallway, leading to our dormitories. The hallway separated into two staricases leading to the Girls and Boys rooms, with 4 students in each dorm. Each year had one floor for themselves, and the tower, being small enough, contained the year dorms, and their bathrooms, on each floor.
I shared my dorm with Tom McAvoy, Lucas Tyler, and Julian Jackson. While the remaining four boys went to the other room. Our trunks were already near our beds when we got up, so there was no fighting over where we will sleep.
It was already 10 PM, so as soon as we changed out of our newly blue, and bronze lined black robes, into pyjamas, we went to sleep. Well, they went to sleep, I waited until they slept, using my telepathy to detect their brain waves.
As soon as the last roommate was asleep, which I sped up using Telepathy, I sent a mental signal to Helena, and went into the Astral Plane.
Yup, I could do that. This did not use my magic though.
What happened, was that while I was using my telepathy to hear different thoughts around London, I came across a particularly different brain than any other. I can't explain it, but it was just wired different than others.
Being the curious 9 year old that I was, I went inside that person's head, and came out shocked, but resigned. That person was a special kind of person, like me, with the ability to learn any and all Languages within minutes.
James, that's his name, could read a page in an unknown language, and by the time he's finished reading it, he would have already mastered the language. Well, reading at least. If he hears more than 30 words of a language, he learns to speak that language in that exact same accent.
As long as I was in his head, which was for about an hour or so, I did take the knowledge of every language he knew for myself, to go through later. And there were a lot. He had managed to learn English, German, Dutch, Icelandic, Hindi, Spanish, Japanese, Cantonese, and 17 more languages who's names I didn't even know before!
And he was just 19!
Well, once I came out of his head, I realized that my brain patterns were similar to his. And there were more of such people in London, hidden amongst the populace, and they were not wizards.
It was then I realized what exactly we were. Mutants. Honest to God, Marvel Mutants. Once I found that out, I looked for more people with similar brain waves to me, and found hundreds of others like me!
One of them even sensed me, and we had a small conversation. Of course, I did not tell him who I was, as I realized he would try and teach me or something.
Well, once I realized I was in Marvel and Harry Potter worlds, I tried to do something Charles Xavier could do. Push my Astral Form out of my body and into the Astral Plane.
It took time, 3 days in fact and being knocked out twice, but I succeeded. I floated around as a ghost for a while, and then returned. I used it very few times, as it was not exactly useful for me, as of yet.
But, now, it will be. I entered the Astral Plane, and waited till Helena came through the door. Literally, she came through the closed door.
She looks at me, and is shocked for a second. She shakes her head, smiles sadly and says, "My mother could not do that. And neither could I. What is this?"
I smile at her, and say, "I simply pushed my spirit out of my body, while still keeping it connected to it. Your mother, the Hat told me about her. Not much though. She was like me then?"
"She could not separate her spirit, if that's what you're asking. Or maybe she never tried. She could do things with her mind though, without using even an ounce of magic." Helena says, sitting on the chair and making it move.
"So, you can touch things, and even walk. Why do you float around then?" I ask, sitting on my bed, while my body was sleeping.
Helena smiles sadly again, which really looks wrong on her face, and says, "It's better this way. The only reason I can touch things, is because I, like my mother, am different than the other Wizards and witches. And the fact that I'm my mother's daughter, hence connected to the wards."
I nod at her, and just.. look at her. I say, "My mother looked really similar to you, you know."
Helena smiles brightly at that, but then gets sad, and asks, "Your mother? Truly? What happened?"
"She died giving birth to me. I saw her image in a few photos the Orphanage had of her, and in the minds of the workers. She used to work there too." I answer, getting up and sitting next to her.
I then ask, "What could you do when you were alive? Your mind.. it's a bit like me. And even your ghost is a bit more solid."
Helena smiles and starts speaking, glad to change the subject. She says, "The same as my mother, only a lot weaker than her. I could hear the thoughts of anyone in Hogwarts, if I tried hard, and I could move lighter things with my mind alone."
She pauses for a while, and then has a very sad smile on her face, which makes me instinctively hold her hand. She says, "My mother.. she was amazing. She could move the whole castle with her mind alone, if she so wished. And she was able to make all of the non magical villagers of Hogsmead to move away from the lands. She was also capable of sensing an army from hundreds of miles away, and then make them forget Hogwarts ever existed. Alas, I did not inherit her Strength, even if I did inherit her gift."
Boy, Rowena sounds awesome. I would have liked to meet with her.
I pat Helena on her hand, and say, "You know, the Hat hinted that your mother was my ancestor, which makes us related. If you want, you can help me in my Magic. While my telepathy and Telekinesis don't need any help, I will need a lot of help in magic. What do you say?"
Helena shakes her head, and smiles. She says, "You're not the first descendant of mine to enter Hogwarts, child. I won't help you every time, but if you want to learn something specific, or if you need help urgently, I will help you then, and only then. Understand?"
I nod, still smiling at her. I just wanted to bring her out of her funk. I know why she's so sad, but this is not something that can be changed in a day. I'll talk with her every once in a while, and then I'll make her happy. She's my great-grandmother after all, with a lot of greats.
I'll save the Diadem from Tom's hands this time. It's not an artefact which I'll let him desecrate with his soul.
After that, Helena leaves the room to go wherever, by shifting to a ball of light, while I move into my body, and sleep.
My Hogwarts journey, has officially begun.
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A/N: So, yeah. Ravenclaw. He's a descendant from the Aves side of the family. And you must have seen this coming, didn't you?
Now, one thing. His Hogwarts years will be covered in a maximum of 14 chapters, with two chapters per year. As we all know, nothing interesting happens to anyone in Hogwarts if Harry Potter is not in school.
So the chapters will only describe what he learned, and not include much lessons.
Or would you prefer if I skipped to 3rd or 4th year or something? Because as he's 11, even girls are not something I can write about, and writing about his skills again and again will get boring to read.
Please comment!
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