This is not a crossover with DC comics, the Huntress is more like the one played by Ashley Scott in Birds of Prey, pity they didn't make a second series. That show had lots of potential. My thanks to Lord of the light Cartwright for letting me borrow an idea of his for this story, you should thank him as well.

The Huntress.

The Lone Vigilante.

London is a big, bustling, thriving mass of a city, with lots to choose from for tourism, hence the reason why hundreds flocked to explore the city. There was the Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, HMS Belfast, hundreds of museums, art galleries, London Zoo, dozens of parks and old buildings of incredible historical value. At night, however, the brightness of the city died, and the more….elements of the city came out - the drug dealers, cat burglars and the prostitutes. It wasn't a nice time to be out, especially if you went the wrong way. To those who had a grain of sense, then the city was easy to negotiate, but still, even the tourist has problems negotiating the streets. There was one tourist family that had this problem. They were from Brighton. There were three of them, Harold, the father, Elizabeth the mother, and Jimmy, their son.

Harold was trying to understand the chaos of the city late at night, but no matter what he did, he couldn't negotiate the crowds, which were denser in the capital city than they were on the coast, he couldn't catch a cab either. It was humiliating, every time he thought he had one, he found he didn't.

He dragged his protesting family, who were getting very tired on their feet from all the walking, tired of the fact their husband and father was unable to get a taxi. Jimmy saw a newspaper with the headline, " HUNTRESS - MYTH OR REAL ?"

Panting, Elizabeth asked scathingly, " For fuck's sake, Harold, please can we just get the tube ?" at least the tube meant there was plenty of choice, and they were close to a Bond's street station. But Harold, believing he knew bestas he always did, wouldn't listen to his wife.

" We 're going the wrong way !" Jimmy said, holding out a map.

Harold had just lost another taxi before he turned round to his son, " I know what I'm doing, Jimmy. Put that map away, we look like tourists."

Jimmy sighed, why couldn't his stupid father accept the fact he didn't know what he was doing ?

It got worse. Harold had given up on public transport, ignoring the circle with a bar symbol of the London Underground, and instead took the family down an alleyway. It wasn't the sort of place regular tourists would go to, even in daytime. But Harold, so fixated on believing he was able to navigate the city by night, wasn't alert, nor did he realise the potential dangers lurking in the shadows. Hence why he regretted it soon afterwards.

They came across a homeless man, wearing rough clothes that looked old enough to come from Roman times, looking bedraggled. As soon as he saw the family, he came alive, " Hey, give me a few quid, for tea and food. Please." but Harold ignored him.

The man cursed, spitting on the ground, " Bastard, can't you understand English ?"

Harold was just turning a corner, when WHAM ! Something hit him on the shoulder, stunning him. He went down with a cry. Out of the shadows came a man, holding a knife in one hand, and a pipe in another. The pipe was what he'd used when he'd attacked Harold. With a sickening leer, the attacker came closer, " Gimme your purse, bitch ! Do the kid a favour, don't scream !" paralysed with fright, both Jimmy and Elizabeth obeyed.

The homeless man ran over, but he wasn't planning on helping, oh no, he bent down and started rummaging around Harolds' pockets. He pulled out the stupid man's wallet and any small change before running off. Not to be detoured, the attacker with the knife ripped Elizabeth's purse away from her before running off.

Now Elizabeth screamed, a high pitched scream….

On the rooftops, in the shadows, someone was watching, someone wearing a long leather coat that billowed out like a cape in a wind. The figure had been watching the streets, looking for anything worth interest, but the family wondering into the alleyways caught the stranger's eye, wondering why anyone would be so stupid and reckless as to take a well dressed woman and kid into an alley, she could see trouble would soon meet them, and she was proven right a few minutes later. As soon as the crooks ran off, the figure moved away as well, the wind whistling through the coat, the figure leapt off in the darkness towards her prey….

The crooks didn't get far away before the figure jumped down in front of them, the coat billowing outward. Jimmy saw the whole thing, and wouldn't forget the scene. The crooks had only got a small distance away from Jimmy and his parents when something came swooping down from the rooftops right in front of the crooks who stopped in fear. The light was good, but it was enough for Jimmy to see the homeless man be kicked in the face, he was sent flying towards a wall close by where the family was huddled. Harold had only woken up, his head and shoulder was splitting from where he'd been clobbered, when he saw what was happening further down the alley, he realised he'd brought this on his family, so to redeem himself, he pulled his wife and son closer to him, and watched.

Meanwhile, the man with the knife found himself being punched and kicked, but he managed to recover himself enough to whip his knife around, and slashed the figure, and then the light from the moon shone on the figure's face and body. He was fighting a woman !

She growled, a frightening and animalistic sound, and lashed out, grabbing his wrist and snapping it like it was a twig. The knife man screamed in agony, tears falling.

The woman spoke, her voice was gorgeous, but it was terrifying.

" I want you to do me a favour," she said, her hands grabbing him by the throat, " I want you to tell your worthless scrummy friends about me."

The knife man gasped, " Who're you ?"

The woman smiled, the light shining on pearly white teeth, " I'm the Huntress, you're my prey." dropping him the Huntress kicked him in the head, knocking him out.

Huntress bent down, picking up the wallet from the thug's hands and walked towards the trembling tourist family. She stopped when she got close too the homeless man, stooping to pick up the purse he'd still been holding when she'd kicked him into the Wall. With the purse in one hand and the wallet in the other, Huntress walked over to the family. Harold hugged his family close to him, thinking clearly that he was being protective, but in Huntress's mind he was too late.

She stopped when she got close, towering over the family which wasn't difficult since she was the only one standing in the dark alley.

Without a word, she dropped the purse and the wallet. She was about to turn away when something occurred to her. She turned to face the family, " Next time, listen to your wife and son. Stick to the streets, not the alleys."

Huntress walked away into the shadows and disappeared. When Harold called the police and they came and questioned the family, young Jimmy was remembering the Huntress. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, with short black hair. Her blue eyes were clearly seen, but somehow Jimmy and the crooks hadn't been able to get a good idea what she looked like, which was strange since Huntress hadn't been wearing a mask. The police had been gathering information about the Huntress and her activities for months now, but this was the first time they'd gotten a decent description about what she was wearing.

Huntress didn't wear a costume, like some vigilantes did when they tried imitating Batman and Robin, instead she seemed to wear fashionable black clothing, black trousers which were tight fitting, which made sense when it came to rooftop acrobatics, and a long leather coat.

The police had heard rumours about the Huntress - they said she leapt out of nowhere, from great heights with the long coat billowing outward, scaring the thugs. Other rumours stated that even though the Huntress wore no mask, which some vigilantes didn't do and led, eventually to their arrest, no one was able to see her face clearly. It was like people knew what she looked like, but they didn't want to know, it was weird.

The Huntress had come out of no where a year back, there was no warning. All of a sudden, the police found criminals beaten and bloodied to a pulp, there was no signature. The thugs were crippled, either their spine was snapped, paralysing them for life, or they were killed by something like an arrow. There was a witness to this once, where the Huntress used a crossbow on a thug who was about to rape this 13 year old girl, the Huntress swooped out of nowhere, slamming a bolt into the man's eye, going right into his brain and killing him instantly.

Now, the Huntress was somewhere between an urban legend and reality, as far as the public was concerned, but the police was trying to find the Huntress, she was the biggest headache. But the police, those who believed that the force was losing the war on crime because of administration and bureaucracy, thought she was a good thing, she'd brought the crime rate down because she seemed to be everywhere. She wasn't a homicidal maniac, she didn't murder innocents, she killed only rapists and murderers in turn.

But the real question was who was the Huntress ?

The Huntress spent the next 2 hours patrolling the streets of London, her abilities were beyond superhuman since they enabled her to " dance " across the rooftops with incredible agility and strength. She came across a townhouse near the River. With the smooth agility of a cat and speed of a panther, the Huntress jumped down through an open skylight. It was pitch black, with the light of three computers illuminating the room. Huntress smirked at the signs, she knew what was here and what was coming, at least she thought she did, last night was a shuriken. With her eyes closed and her senses attuned, the Huntress waited for anything, and it came a second later in the form of a samurai sword as it came chopping down near her left shoulder. With a growl, Huntress's hands snapped out, pancaking the sword between her palms, and with a twist of her wrists, snapped the sword of the hands. With inhuman reflex, Huntress grabbed the sword and pointed it towards the attacker. Huntress did this without her palms meeting the sharp edge of the blade.

" Do you yield ?" Huntress asked mockingly, her eyes glinting with relish.

The attacker sighed, and walked over to the wall where she flicked on the lights. The attacker was another woman, tall like Huntress, only older. She was beautiful, with a model like face and body. She had an aristocratic appearance, but her clothes were casual.

" Damn, Helena. You're getting better and better." Bella Black smirked.

" Only 'cause of you, aunty Bella." Huntress, now revealed to be called Helena, replied dryly.

Bella smiled at her goddaughter, wishing not for the first time that there'd been another way for the nineteen year old to grow up, but at least she'd been happier than she'd been when she'd lived with the Potters….

10 years ago. Potter Mansion.

Helena Potter was happily reading a book her Aunt Bella had given her for her birthday, trying to ignore the pain in her heart that her parents were downstairs with her brother and his moronic friends, the music from the party making her head throb but the throbbing didn't just come from the drumming of the music her brother, Daniel, liked. Heaven only knew why her brother didn't like something a bit more musical. But not all the throbbing came from the tasteless racket down stairs. It came from her inner rag as well. Helena, like her Aunt and godmother, hated their families, only for different reasons, and in many ways they were both similar, but their circumstances were different.

Bellatrix Black had grown up with a loving family, but they'd pushed her into becoming something she just wasn't, the Black family was a pro Dark family, and they'd wanted in on the Dark Lord known as Lord Voldemort, and the only way to do that was to indoctrinate the new generation of Black children with the pureblood supremacist rubbish that had been circulating around the magical world for centuries. The Black family had 5 new children; the Black triplets, Narcissa, Andromeda, and Bellatrix. Their cousins Sirius and Regulus Black. Out of those 5 only 2 of the children became death eaters; Narcissa and Regulus, the former marrying wealthy death eater Lucius Malfoy. The other three were pretty much disowned, but not completely, since Lord Voldemort, who'd wanted the Black's support, executed the Black family for their failure to fully indoctrinate the children who'd escaped.

To be fair, it wasn't completely the parents fault, but special circumstances. For Sirius Black, it was because of the incessant brainwashing of his pureblood obsessed parents, and the information that magical kind was stagnating because of the lack of fresh blood. His Hogwarts years didn't help either. It had long since been believed that Gryffindors were the Light elite of the magical world, that they'd never go dark and become dark lords, whilst those in Slytherin were considered evil and dark lord wannabes.

The Black family had been in Slytherin for centuries, but in recent years there had been 3 exceptions; Andromeda, Sirius and Bellatrix. Two of the Black sisters went into Ravenclaw, and Sirius became a Gryffindor. For the girls it wasn't so bad, they weren't disowned, but they weren't exactly shunned either. That treat had been laid out for Sirius. Never in the long history of the Blacks had there ever been a Gryffindor Black. Sirius' parents had almost, almost disowned him, but they'd left him alone because there was no where for him to go; none of his relatives would want him, and there were no opportunities for him.

Bella and Andromeda both drifted away from their sister, especially since her head became more and more filled by the death eaters and their shit, but the two sisters tried, they truly tried to get their sister and their younger cousin out of the death eaters clutches. But it didn't work, especially since Regulus joined the death eaters when he was 16, and Narcissa by the age of 17, when she married Lucius Malfoy.

Bella, Andromeda and Sirius went on to other things; Bellatrix and Sirius became Aurors, which prompted them to be cast off the family, but not disowned because Voldemort put pressure on the family, the dark lord had made it immensely clear that if the three were disowned then he would lose potential followers, and Lord Voldemort wanted them, no matter what their choice of careers. It didn't matter because no matter what the family tried, the trio would not join the death eaters and please their families. The fury of Lord Voldemort knew no bounds, and to make that clear he summoned them directly into his presence. It was the first and only time they actually met Lord Voldemort, and it was the most terrifying encounter they had. In the past, messages from Voldemort would come from proxies like Malfoy or Lestrange, but this was different.

The Black family were shown a memory of an attack that had been repelled, and Voldemort informed them that Albus Dumbledore had formed an organisation dedicated to fighting him, called it the Order of the Phoenix. Voldemort showed them the kicker - Sirius and Bellatrix, wearing Auror robes, fighting alongside aurors that Dumbledore had recruited, including Alastor Moody, one of the best aurors at the time.

Voldemort was furious, he tortured the Blacks for hours, telling them that he didn't reward failure, that he'd hoped the Black family would show some of the legendary Slytherin cunning, and lure the wayward Blacks into the fold, but now, the eldest Black son and heir held all the power, and Regulus, at the time a loyal follower before he realised that he'd made a mistake and ran off, would never be able to inherit the Black family unless Sirius was killed, and there was no opportunity for that. The real kicker came when Voldemort said he truly didn't care about the Black family, their history or the ancestry, but he did care about followers and influence. The punishment was more psychological, he made Regulus and Narcissa kill their own parents. Regulus hesitated, showing Voldemort that the Black was a coward, and not worthy of being a death eater, making the dark lord keep and eye on him. But Narcissa showed that she was a true death eater, she killed her own parents without hesitation. Bellatrix, Andromeda and Sirius were shocked by the news their own siblings had murdered their own parents, on Voldemort's orders.

Voldemort didn't know it, but he'd solidified the trio's decision that they'd made the right choice in leaving their family, and it got worse when Sirius took over the Black family fortune, and turned it completely around, with the help of his cousins Sirius was able to help pass new laws with the full endorsement of Albus Dumbledore, who realised that the Blacks on his side could help turn the war around, it helped matters that Barty Crouch was a pro for destroying the death eaters and crush them underfoot.

Sirius and Bellatrix became the godparents of Helena and Daniel Potter, and like the rest of the Order heard the prophecy, so they knew that one of three children - Helena, Daniel and Neville were going to defeat Lord Voldemort, but they didn't know who. The Potters and Longbottoms hid, and the Potters made the mistake of changing from Sirius to Peter as the secret keeper. Peter Pettigrew was a death eater, he believed that the Order would fall and that the magical world would lose the war.

He sold out the Potters, causing Voldemort to go after them, he'd heard the prophecy and hated the fact that a child would have the power to defeat him. That must never happen. He attacked the Potters, and it turned out to be one of his greatest mistakes.

To the magical world, that night Daniel Potter became the Boy who lived, and his sister Helena was shunned. The only person who cared about her was Bellatrix Black, who loved the girl like her own. Bellatrix took Helena to stay with her whenever she could, earning her contempt from the Potters because she was spending more time with Helena than with Dan but Bellatrix loved Helena, who was now the black sheep of the family because she didn't have some cut on her forehead, but Bella didn't care. She loved Helena, worrying about the girl completely, and thought that what Dumbledore had done with announcing that Daniel was the Chosen one was a mistake because he said that the boy must be loved, but spoiling the boy was going too far. It was Helena who was being shunned.

Helena and Bella spent a lot of time together, and Bella was amazed by the sheer magical talent that Helena had, making her realise that Helena was more special than her brother. Bella had taken her for a magical test in Gringotts, and discovered that Helena was different, but since the girl had been 3 years old at the time, Bella had decided that she wasn't going to tell her until she was old enough to understand. In the meantime, Bella taught the girl magic and muggle culture, even taking her out of the confines of the magical world, with their smothering laws and protocols, for weekends out. The Potters and their friends didn't care, they were spending more time with Dan, listening to him making crass jokes with his cronies - Neville Longbottom and Ronald Weasley.

At the moment, Helena was reading a book in the privacy of her bedroom. She knew her aunt was downstairs, gathering food for her to eat, but she couldn't help but yearn for her parents to come to her. But every time she'd tried her parents would either slap her in the face, adding to her rage, or scream and shout at her till she left them alone. As a result, Helena had started hating her family. It wasn't helped much by Albus Dumbledore poking his long nose into the matter, something Bellatrix hated. Her aunt had told Dumbledore that the twins should be loved together, that Daniel shouldn't become a pampered little prince, but Dumbledore either didn't listen or he didn't care. Bellatrix wasn't sure which one, but the end result was the same; Dan was spoilt, Helena was neglected.

Helena had been reading the book for an hour and was getting to a really excellent part when the door opened. The little girl looked up, hoping to see her godmother, but it wasn't.

It wasn't even a member of her family, it was instead a cross between a donkey, a human being, and a hideous parody of simian primate. It was Ron Weasley, and he was grinning in a nasty way.

" Hey, lookey here. It's Danny's freaky sister." Weasley jeered in what he probably thought was a clever voice, but it sounded more like a girlish voice to Helena, but even so the girl couldn't help but feel hurt by what the moron was saying to her.

Helena was different from her brother and her parents, she had managed to master spells that only first year level students at the age of 11 had been able to master, using wandless magic rather than wand magic, she was capable of memorising spells and potions that were complicated for adults, never mind small children. Her talents didn't just extend to her magical abilities, but also her physical abilities, she was incredibly strong, more stronger than her parents and the Order combined, she was fast and Bellatrix had clocked her for 20 miles per minute, which was physically impossible, but Bellatrix had found from her researches that Helena had the potential to do better as she got older. She had inhuman reflexes and agility, comparable to a wildcat. Helena, unlike her brother and father, didn't like pranks or Quidditch, she preferred reading and painting, even making amazing drawings and sculptures, showing amazing talent. But her parents and their friends, aside from Bellatrix of course, didn't care, and instead her brother and his friends called her a freak.

Helena tried her best to ignore the boy, but the baboon wouldn't take the hint. Angry that the little bint was ignoring him, Weasley snatched the book out of her hands.

" Hey, give that back !" Helena cried.

Weasley smirked, and then with both of his hands, ripped the book apart. Helena gaped and tears started to fall as the pages of the book fell to the ground. Weasley smirked at her, " Maybe now you'll respect your betters."

The boy left the room from his annual tormenting. That was another advantage to having Bellatrix Black as a godmother, Ron and his family were scared shitless of her, and as a result they didn't torment her for long. But this time was different, this time Weasley felt like he'd gotten away from it. It wasn't like Helena was gonna do anything about it right ?

He was wrong. Helena held the pages and the ruins of the book in her hand, tears falling from her eyes. Pain and sorrow turned into rage. In her mind, she screamed one word.

" NO !"

No to her parents, No to Albus Dumbledore for ruining her childhood and not taking responsibility for the agony she felt in her heart when she gazed on her parents when they laughed with her brother and at his antics, No to Ron Weasley and his family for bullying her all the time. NO for always taking it but never giving anything back.

No.

No.

No

No !

NO !

Rage shot through Helena, galvanising her strength, and unseen to her at the time, her eyes changed into something resembling cat's eyes. Ripping her door open, she saw the gormless boy, guffawing stupidly as he walked down the corridor towards the stairs that would lead him downstairs towards the party. Weasley was a good distance away from her, but that meant nothing to Helena. With the speed of a big cat, she moved with beyond superhuman speed, propelled by her rage, towards the moron.

As soon as he was close, Helena kicked him down the stairs, using her momentum as the propulsion needed to send him down the stairs. Laughing boy was gone, now it was time for the amazing screaming boy as Ron Weasley was sent downstairs, screaming in surprise and pain. When he reached the bottom, he looked around dazed, but he didn't look up the stairs, if he had then the outcome would've been different from what it was destined to be. Helena leapt from the top of the stairs with nothing but gravity to accelerate her descent. She landed right on top of Ron's stomach, making him gag in agony.

But Helena wasn't finished, with her rage making her punches stronger and more painful, she started punching the squalling boy right in the face, blood building as she punched him harder and harder. Ron tried his best to resist, but it was impossible because she caught his hands. Ron Weasley, even at this age, had big hands and a long nose, well he did, at least until a punch to his face broke his nose into the spitting image of Albus Dumbledore's crooked nose.

His hands, well she Caught them, and crushed them in her grip. If Ron knew what a hydraulic press was then he would compare the agony he was feeling in his hands at the moment as they were being crushed, but since Ron was a wizard and didn't follow muggle technology in anyway, seeing as he believed muggles were inferior creatures like most wizards and witches, he compared it instead to a giant's grip. It was certainly apt, since his hands now resembled a bloody, gnarled and twisted parody of what they'd been before. Helena had crushed his bones.

Helena hadn't finished punching him, so with rapid fast punches, she pummelled his face and chest, making him scream harder as he felt his ribs cave in under the pressure of the blows.

Helena, still hyped up with rage, heaved the boy up, who was trying to protect his face, and she kicked him down the stairs again. They were on the 4th level staircase, and Weasley was sent bumping along down the steps to the third level of the house, rocking his head as he went sliding down.

Weasley was only just getting his breath back from the sickening ride when Helena landed close to him, his heart went funny when he saw the bitch. Helena landed a kick in his black hole that guzzled all sorts of rubbish. But this time Helena was in the mood to talk, or this case, scream, " Why, why couldn't you leave me alone ? I was sitting in my room quietly, not doing anything to you, then you come in, tear my book apart ! Why not leave me alone ? I've never done anything to you or your foul family, why can't you leave me alone ?" another punch to the head, although it was debatable if there was any brain damage considering the boys innate stupidity.

Helena got tired of punching him, so settled for kicking him in the face and chest, making him double up on shaky legs, but then Helena let loose a powerful kick that a horse would be envious of towards the legs, shattering the kneecap of his left leg. Helena was getting tired of beating him up, and decided to end this, hoping the stupid boy had had more than enough of it, and kicked him over the side. Ron fell to the ground, seeing his life appear right in front of him, and it didn't take long for the whole of it to finish.

But he stopped a few inches above the ground, and looking up he saw the face of Albus Dumbledore, who looked angry when he saw the state the boy was in, his hands were bloody and his face looked like someone had cut it into little pieces and tried sticking them back together with spell tape.

" What's happening ?" he asked, and then his answer came when he saw Helena land with the light footedness of a cat onto the ground.

Helena didn't pale when she saw Dumbledore, instead she ignored him and turned to face Weasley, " Had enough yet ?"

Dumbledore answered, " Helena, my dear girl, why are you beating young Mr Weasley ?"

Before she could answer there were screams as Molly Weasley and Lily Potter came out, taking one look at Ron before seeing the blood flecks on Helena's clothes, face and hands. Molly went ballistic, " How dare you injure my son ! I'll make you - " words escaped her as she went for Helena.

She was interrupted when she found herself looking down the point of a wand. A cold voice froze her in her tracks, " one more inch, Molly, and I swear your son will be the least of your problems."

Bella turned to face Helena, and knew that the girl wouldn't normally do something like this unless something had made her crack. She'd warned Dumbledore and Lily about the bullying that Helena endured, but they hadn't listened to her, and now they might misinterpret the whole thing, and turn it around then she'd be accused of attacking Ronald without provocation. It would be just like Molly, but Bella had no intention of letting her.

" Helena," Bella asked quietly, bending down, " What happened ?"

Now the adrenaline had worn off, Helena was shaking. The tears fell down harder as she launched herself at Bella, sobbing her heart out. When she'd regained control over herself, Helena sniffled, " He-he came into my room, tore my book, the one you bought me for my birthday, and laughed."

Ron protested, " She's lying !"

Both Bella and Dumbledore were trained in the mind arts, and they detected the lie at once. Dumbledore sagged, " You're lying, Mr Weasley."

Molly was furious at this, " How dare you say my son's a liar Albus ! He wouldn't lie when this hussy -"

" I saw the lie in your son's mind, Weasley," Bella said coldly, " Legilimency isn't about ripping through the depths of the mind, especially if the truth is on the outside. Helena goes out of her way to stay away from your children, but they don't leave her alone. They bully her, I've told you about that for years. But you wont do a thing to stop it."

Turning her ire onto the frozen solid Lily, she unloaded her rage on the woman, who up to nine years ago had been a friend of hers.

" This is your daughter, you should be over here instead of just me, holding her and reassuring her, not standing there and let Molly Weasley go for her like a bull in a china shop. What the hells wrong with you ?"

Lily didn't reply.

Sadly Molly Weasley's rage didn't abate when Poppy Pomfrey arrived, it would've been better if Ron had been taken to St Mungo's for treatment, but Dumbledore said it was for the best. Molly was fuming as the healer repaired the hands, but then she gave up and went back to Hogwarts to get some skele grow when she found the bones had been crushed beyond repair, she had to silence Molly too get the woman to shut up !

" I can't believe you Albus ! That girl's dangerous, look what she's done to my son ! I demand you to do something !" she screamed in Dumbledore's serene face.

Serene on the outside, he may have been, but Dumbledore was angry that this woman was screaming at him, he took out his wand and put a silencing spell on her so then he wouldn't be shouted to like this.

" Molly, your son brought it on himself. Yes, the attack was uncalled for and could've been handled better without violence, but your son did lie about why Helena attacked him back. He did tear a book that was a present from Bellatrix, he did laugh at her misery. Your family are supposed to be Light, that means that you do NOT take pleasure in others misfortunes, it lowers us to the level of death eaters." Dumbledore said, hoping to placate Molly's rage.

Arthur had been angry, but not for the same reasons as Molly, but at his son. He'd thought he'd raised Ron better than this.

" I told Ron and the others to leave Helena alone, remember that time when they shoved that cake in her hair and she burst into tears. I couldn't believe they would do that, but you didn't care Molly. You've hated that girl for no apparent reason for years. Ron was warned, I shall have a serious talk with him later on. No, Molly," the usually gutless man said in the face of death, " it's time Ron and his siblings grew up and became Weasleys, not bullies."

Arthur turned to face Lily, " As for you, why didn't you or James help your daughter ?"

James went red, " Now see here Arthur - "

But Arthur was just getting started, " No, James, you've ignored your responsibilities as a parent for too long. I know Dan's the boy who lived, but spoiling one child and neglecting the other is unforgivable. Its time for you to accept that."

James was about to pop a gasket when the paralysed Lily came to her senses, " He's right James, we've ignored Helena for too long. Arthur's right, Helena needs us equally as much as Dan."

Helena, who was locked in Bella's protecting arms piped up, " I want to leave."

Everyone shut up when they heard her say that. Bella frowned at the girl in her arms, " Helena,"

" No Aunt Bella, they're just saying that. They've never cared about me, they'll forget about it soon. Father certainly doesn't care what happens to me, mother doesn't either. As soon as tomorrow starts, they'll beat me and hurt me for what happened tonight."

Eyes ablaze with rage, Bella fixed the Potters with contemptuous eyes. She read their surface thoughts; James had that just in mind, whilst Lily was more leaning on forgetting this happened, along with Helena's presence, but she wanted to know her daughter.

Her mind made up, Bella looked into her goddaughter's hopeful face, " Alright, if that's what you want."

James snorted, " Works for me."

Frank Longbottom couldn't believe what he was hearing, " That's your daughter, you're just going to abandon her ?"

" I don't need her, not when I've already got a son. Take the little bitch, and don't come back." James said to Bellatrix, not even looking his daughter in the face.

Lily screamed, " No, don't. James - "

" Lils, we've talked about this. She doesn't belong here, she's always reading, always painting. A real Potter child is interested in magic, Quidditch, she's not interested in anything but smart stuff. Besides, we don't need her. You know I'm right." James said to his distraught wife.

Bella held Helena, hoping Lily wouldn't do it, but she did it. Lily looked at Bella and Helena, and nodded, " Take her."

That was 10 years ago, and in that time they hadn't heard from the Potters. They went abroad a lot, and Helena sold some of her paintings, earning her a reputation and a small fortune that she had her aunt and guardian invest in for her. But there was more.

Bella remembered telling Helena she was a meta witch. She'd been 12 at the time, and was in a school in Canada.

" A meta what ?" Helena asked.

" Metas are people with…gifts, I suppose you could call them that," Bella explained, " their abilities and gifts cover a wide range of fields. Some might have the power to turn invisible, others might have the power to turn into liquid, or change their shape."

" What're my abilities ?"Helena asked curiously.

" Surely you know, you spent enough time using them when you beat Ron Weasley at that party," Bella said, chuckling when Helena blushed. Bella carried on, " That's why I took you to Gringotts, they were the only ones who wouldn't notify Dumbledore or the Potters. Take a look at this, Hel," she said handing over a scroll with the Gringotts seal. Helena unrolled it and read it.

Helena Bellatrix Potter.

Born 1980, July 31st.

Powers and Abilities.

Meta Witch - Levels preternatural.

( Meta Witch ) Superhuman strength - Feline driven. Able to lift, press, 14 tonnes. Preternatural levels using magical rushing.

( Meta Witch ) Superhuman Agility - Feline driven. Preternatural levels attainable.

( Meta Witch ) Superhuman Speed - Feline driven. 60 Miles per minutes, bordering on preternatural levels.

( Meta Witch ) Senses feline attuned - danger sense, enhanced vision, enhanced sight and hearing.

( Meta Witch ) intelligence level - 178, deductive powers high.

( Meta Witch ) Ambient magical manipulation - able to perform great feats of magic without any sign of exhaustion.

( Meta Witch ) Hand Eye, Co-ordination and physical memory - Feline driven - you see a move, and you see it for life.

Magical Abilities:

Magical Core level - 7,000, unable to use a wand, staff or any kind of focus.

Powers:

Charms - Post Master level.

Transfiguration - Post Master Level.

Potions Mistress - Natural, beyond Master Levels.

Panthera Tongue ( ability to speak to Cats - Rare)

Panthera Magic user.

Invisibility powers.

Duellist Abilities - Beyond Master level.

Self Healing abilities, ability to use it on others in need.

Parse mouth - ability to speak to snakes, and use parsel magic. Limited.

Natural Multi Animagus - Feline species. Other forms with difficulty and with great concentration.

Natural Jumper - Able to move through space through Higher dimensions, much faster than normal wizards and witches.

Helena put down the scroll, a dazed look in her eyes, " Whoa…" she whispered.

Bella smirked at her reactions, " Yeah, now you know why I didn't tell you when you were a kid."

As time went by, Helena and Bella both went travelling the world, seeing the sights, and using the Black family magic, as well as the funds Helena raised by her artistic talents, managed to get themselves into different colleges and institutions for their educations. Both women learnt how to use computers, and Helena learnt about businesses. But as they travelled, Helena and Bella learnt how to hunt people, use boomerangs, cross bows, kick boxing and other fighting arts.

When they got back to Britain, Helena saw that she could use her meta witch powers for good, but Bellatrix couldn't see how until Helena told her about becoming a vigilante. At first Bellatrix was resistant, but then she saw the benefits of a meta witch becoming a vigilante. Helena had studied criminal psychology, combat skills and other fields for years, and both Bella and Helena had studied computer science. Bella, in particular, was astonished by the talent she had for computer science, it was aided by the visits to Magical Australia, New Zealand and America. There they'd both studied techno magic, and brought the science back with them. With their knowledge of techno - magic, they founded a magical business, making tremendous profits every year. This funded Helena's vigilante alter ego.

The Huntress.