SVEHLA, HELENA {F}

[Helena Svehla]

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Helena Svehla ,
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Birth date & Age: 06/02/1959  39 Years of age. 
Blood: Half-Blood
Do you work: Yes
If yes, Where: The Daily Prophet, Journalist, 
Hogwarts Alumni: Yes
If yes, What house were you in: Ravenclaw

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Family:
Magnus Svehla 42 - Husband
Alasdair Svehla (m) 19 Bn - 1976 
Adelaide Svehla (f) 19 Bn - 1976 
Hester Svehla (f) 17 Daughter - Bn 1981


WAND: Hawthorn, Phoenix tail feather, inflexible. 13 Inches.

I was born into a privileged wizarding family. My father was an Auror for the Ministry and my mother worked for the Portkey Office. They were two worlds apart in the bustling Ministry, but fate drew them together. One morning they both entered the same elevator, there had been recent problems with the elevators and halfway to the 2nd level the elevator came to a standstill. They were stuck in the elevator for almost an hour before it started working again and as my father often said, the rest was history.

I was born on a crisp cold February morning, I already had wispy tufts of red hair, just like my mother. My early years were blissful, living in a beautiful country house in Oxfordshire. My mother resigned from her job at the Ministry in order to raise me, while my father continued with his work.

I was six years old when the Wizarding War began, my father stayed away for long periods of time and my mother seemed constantly anxious. She was reluctant for me to play outside alone and my father would return home and spend the evenings casting protection spells around the house.

I didn't understand until I began at Hogwarts, how lucky I was that my family remained in tract through the first war. My father was one of a large group of Aurors who captured many of the Death Eaters responsible for the War. Many of my friends at Hogwarts lost family members and through them I truly understood the severity of the War. I was no longer sheltered in my family house.

I didn't particularly shine in any of my lessons at Hogwarts and as I went through the years I began to wonder what it was I was mean't to do. My friend Charity Burbage loved Muggle Studies and I began taking lessons under her influence. She opened my eyes to the prejudice many wizards hold for muggles, something which I would learn more about later in life.

The summer of my graduation from Hogwarts the Ministry held an event for all of the staff, inviting international Ministry workers as well. Our family was invited and I attended the event filled with excitement for the party ahead. I met many of my fathers work colleagues and was completely in awe of the decorations.

It was at the event I met my Husband, he was three years my elder and had recently begun working for the Norwegian Ministry, under International Magical Cooperation. He was charming, witty and had a promising career ahead of him. He was a graduate of Durmstrang and came from a Pureblood family.

We married less than a year later and he took up a job at the British Ministry, while I pursued a career in Journalism. I learned I had a talent for writing and a few months later my first articles were published in the Daily Prophet. They were a series of tributes to the families who had been most affected by the wizarding war.

If anyone asked me then how our marriage was getting on I would have responded with 'Perfect'. We were happy and that happiness grew with the birth of our twins Alasdair and Adelaide. From the beginning they were a pair of mischief makers, I would often put them in their cots to later find them sitting in the strangest of places. I would hunt for them, only to find two pairs of eyes watching me from the top of the wardrobe, or from behind their toy box.

I worked from home publishing a variety of articles and interviews for the Daily Prophet.  After the birth of my second daughter Hester, I opened an 'Ask Helena' section for mothers of magical babies. My husband was driven mad by the constant stream of owls delivering letters from anxious mothers, who had similar problems with their magical babies.

My Twins only attended Hogwarts for the first four years. It was during that final year I realised I'd been blind to my husbands antics. I'd been so busy with the children and my blossoming career that I'd not noticed all the late nights and strange habits he'd developed. I knew things at the Ministry were upside down, with the looming war I was reluctant to let my children leave for Hogwarts, but he convinced me they would be safe.

A year later the Ministry fell under the power of Death Eaters. Time passed and dark circles plagued Magnus's eyes and I began to worry. He was a pureblood, he didn't need to worry about his safety and we had nothing to hide, I could easily prove my blood status, but I didn't want to. That's when the arguments started, I wanted to take the children from Hogwarts and for us as a family to relocate somewhere safer. I was fearful of the new ministry and distrustful of their motives. It was then I learned what Magnus had become. I suppose I should have known he would always have lean't towards agreeing with the new regime. I had always known that his family had prized their blood status and that Durmstrang had encouraged its pupils in the Dark Arts, but I had always thought that was in his past.

The mark burned and Magnus left the house. It was a blustery summer evening and I knew the Death Eaters were planning something big, my fear was Hogwarts would suffer. Half the wizarding world had fallen, how much longer until Hogwarts felt the full force of the Dark Lord. I packed quickly that night, throwing what I needed into my bag, which I'd enchanted to hold as much as I needed. I didn't make the decision to leave easily, but I couldn't let my children be exposed to the ideas that the ministry and my husband was supporting. I woke the children (Although looking at their grave faces I realised how grown up they really where now) and helped them pack, before taking them to my fathers house. He would know what to do.

We stayed with my father for the rest of the summer, protected by his magic, my husband couldn't reach us. I told the children we were taking a holiday while father was busy working. I knew they didn't believe me, but none questioned me further. Perhaps they saw the hurt beneath my eyes. I received owls from my husband, but I couldn't bear to respond, the news was becoming worse day by day and I knew it was only a matter of time before my husband tested our protection spells properly. How long would we be safe for? The Battle of Hogwarts could not come quickly enough, it left the school in tatters and my husband on the run. 

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From before The Battle Of Hogwarts

Helena had no doubt she was being followed. She had realised it a few alleys back and had changed her direction at random to see if the shadow would follow her. It did.

Her heart skipped a beat at the realisation and she clenched her teeth anxiously, trying to decide if she was being paranoid or if the figure was interested in her.

She knew better than anyone that there was a price on her head. There was no doubt her loving husband would have his hands in with the Snatchers. She did not help herself very much and she knew that, but there was a small part of her that liked to antagonize him. Technically, they were still married, but Helena knew many other woman would have gone back to their maiden name. Not Helena. She revelled in printing her name Helena Svehla, under any article she published mocking the Ministry and at the same time her husband.

Gone were the days she wrote about parenting...

The new regime had opened a new door for Helena's career and with it she had numbered her days.

She had been accused of being foolish more than once this week already. Using her real name was certainly setting her up to be caught, most people used alias's, but she did not want to be denied the pleasure of hurting her husband the way he had hurt her. She could only hope he was getting paid his dues, because of her actions. She only felt remorse when she thought of the children, but they were almost grown now and living in dangerous times. She could only hope they would fight against the system the way she did.

She hadn't published anything for a while, but received newspapers regularly. She would hungrily devour the articles, until she found the next good story. She had almost cried when she read the article about the Snatcher and the muggle child. Not just for the child, but for the fact she had let such an example, of the evil the death eaters committed, get past her. It should have been her writing that article.

She would get the next one...

Helena turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of the figure behind her. She knew she couldn't apperate out, the Ministry had seen to that months ago. Her only way out was to either lose the person or fight.

She had never been very stealthy.

Her fingers slid up and down the smooth handle of her wand, she couldn't go back to the hideaway and lead the person to the empty spot it was located. Perhaps she could double back on herself and head back to a spot where she could apperate?

She moved quickly darting down another side alley past the quaint cottages that filled the Hollow. Pulling her dark cloak tightly around her, she wished it had a hood to disguise her bright hair, if she'd thought earlier she would have done a simple transfiguration spell to disguise the colour...but it was too late now.

She had not broached any distance between herself and the shadow. So much for loosing them Helena, she thought grouchily.

'Can I help you?' She warily called down the shadowy alleyway, her hand clenching around her wand.