Harry's POV
After lunch the first thing that Harry did was track down the Grey Lady. She was an elusive ghost, but he finally caught up with her after about an hour later, somewhere on the seventh floor. She was floating back and forth in front of a tapestry that depicted a man teaching something large and ugly how to dance. He had no idea what these creatures were, and really never wanted to meet one.
"My Lady, may I have a moment of your time?" he called, ready to cast his spirit bubble if she was hard-headed, which he had been told she could be. "I can help you with some of your past, if you hear me out," he cajoled, coming close to her slowly as if approaching a wild scared kitten.
The sad female spirit glided nearer, and asked, "How can you do such a thing? And what part of my dismal past can you help with? I have heard this promise before, and was used and discarded. So what can you offer that they could not?" She was wary; the last student she talked to did her a great disservice. What could this child know? There were many things in her past that were hidden and lost in history. Most of the people in this castle didn't even know her name, let alone her sins.
"Well, before we begin with all that, I'm Harry Potter and I have amnesia, so I don't know much about you or the history of this school. But, I did talk to the Bloody Baron and I've thought of a way to get him to move on. Do you want him gone?" Harry inquired as he moved closer to the very attractive apparition.
"What do you know of that vile man?" she hissed, hating that anyone would bring him up in front of her.
"Nothing really," the teen confessed, raising his hands compliantly. "But, if you want to tell me the story that's fine, if not that's cool too." He shrugged; he wasn't going to push her into confessing what seemed to be hurting her. All he knew from Luna was that this ghost was sad, and that she hated the Baron for some reason. The story is that he had something to do with her death, but no one knows exactly what.
She drifted there undecided, if what he said was true then she would no longer have to look at her murderer. She could rid herself of that burden and perhaps not be quite so depressed. "Well met, Harry Potter. I am the Lady Helena Ravenclaw," she finally introduced herself with a regal nod of her head.
That made Harry startle, he had no idea that she was from one of the Founders' families. He wondered what she did to be bound to the castle; she seemed like an innocent woman. "Well met," he said as he nodded his head in reply.
"Tell me, Mr. Potter, what has that lout told you?" she asked, wondering if the Baron had made it seem her fault that they were forever damned. She would not put it past that wretched man.
"He merely asked that I ask you to speak with him. He didn't tell me why. I just figured out that his bloody robes and his desperate desire to talk to you, and your sadness must go hand in hand. But, like I said, you don't have to tell me anything. All I'm offering is to give you a chance to tell him what you think of him, or hear him out, either way, he may say his piece and move on," the dark-haired wizard said as he sat on one of the windowsills and swung his legs in a lazy manner.
Before, he hadn't cared what happened with these two ghosts, they were just echoes of the past that was never released. Now, he did have a bit of anger towards the Baron for making a deal with Snape. But he could see the spirit's point of view, in that he was trying to make things better for the students. And looking at the miserable woman in front of him, he felt like maybe she could finally get some things off her chest and not be so gloomy.
This gave Helena pause, after all these years was she ready to face the man? She had avoided him for over one thousand very sad and anger filled years. Maybe she could be a bit Slytherin and hear him out and then pretend to forgive him. Then he'd be gone, and she would no longer have to gaze upon him and see her blood line his robes. Then the only thing keeping her here would be the taint on her mother's diadem. She glanced at the child in front of her shrewdly. "Tell the Baron that I will hear him out, however, I require a boon."
"Really? Pray tell," Harry said, looking at her with a tilted head.
"I need you to find and destroy my mother's diadem. Tom Riddle, or as you know him, Voldemort, has desecrated it into an abhorrent thing. It is in a hidden room here within the castle walls, contaminating the very air with its turpitude. It can only be destroyed by basilisk venom or Fiendfyre. Do this and I will speak to that horrible man." She floated back and forth with worry and nerves. If this worked out she could finally rest in peace. Then she would be able to look upon her mother and not feel as remorseful. It was all that man's fault that she never got to see her mother's last moments of life. If he had been kinder, she would have gone to her and confessed her sin, and all would have been forgiven, she was sure.
"That is something I cannot grant, sorry," he said, shaking his head with some understanding. He wanted to help, but he would have no clue as to how. "First off, I have no idea as to where to get the venom, or how to create Fiendfyre. Secondly, I've no memory of this castle or its layout, so I wouldn't even know where to begin to look," he lied, mostly. He knew the snake was in the Chamber of Secrets, and Hermione could take him there, but he had no idea where a crown could be hidden. There was no way he was going to get into something that mysterious or dangerous, not without a plan and some back up. He could go grab his friends and they could find the head piece and hide it until it could be destroyed. Or he could write to Mr. Waters, who would then talk to Madam Bones, and let them deal with it.
Helena hung her head and worried her lip, trying to think up a way to fix that. She wrung her hands and went over just how much to tell.
"However, what I can do, is tell the right people and they can take care of it," was the counteroffer, when he saw she was so desperate.
"I can tell you the room which it hides. Please, do this for me and I will grant you any boon, even speak to the man whose hands are stained with my blood," she all but begged. She was so tired; her existence was morbid and melancholy. Unlike the other spirits that haunted these halls, who seemed at peace with their fate, she and the Baron were doomed to be forever in unrest. Well, there was Moaning Myrtle, but that child enjoys being despondent.
"Okay, I can take a look, but I can't promise to be able to abolish it," Harry compromised sincerely, that would take less planning, and it would help the lady in distress. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to take a gander at the thing, who knows what he could learn.
"Very well," Helena sighed as she just hovered there, as if waiting for something. Her face took on a determined look, like she was going into battle.
Harry's heart went out to her; it couldn't be easy to face the guy that killed you. He felt a little bad for bringing this about, but it might end her turmoil. Now, all he had to do was find the bloody ghost, who just happened to appear, right when he was going to get up.
The Bloody Baron came through the wall as if he had been waiting for her consent, which he had. He stood in front of his lady love with a desperate look of longing on his face. "Lady Helena, for a thousand years my heart has mourned for what I did to you. It was unjust and immoral. I have done my penance, and know what I did was very, very wrong. I know how painful it is for you to look upon me. Please, my love, forgive me so that I may finally leave you in peace." He looked for a moment like he would take her hand, but her icy glare stayed his movements.
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