Summer
Post by Bella Walsh on Feb 26, 2013 18:03:57 GMT -5
The whole of the Wizarding world knew the story of Rowena and Helena Ravenclaw and the series of sordid events that surrounded their lives. But, it was the time gap between Helena (her 11th century bloodline sake) and herself that she had trouble understanding. She was finally getting to the genealogy books her mother suggested for her to help her find Artemis and Luna's family, but...she was noticing a nasty pattern among the history that she kept finding. The genealogy books were constantly updating themselves and she'd spent weeks following the family from Rowena onward, and now...now he had the information she wanted.
The daughter of Helena, Morgana. Morgana was known in parts of England for being a witch of renouned skill and wisdom. She died sometime in the 12th century after her husband Nikolai was caught fleeing the country with a chambermaid of the king's castle.
Their daughter, Emma. Emma was one of the most noted witches of Russian history. She passed away in the 14th century after her own lover kept her waiting in a woodland forest in the winter with promises to marry her...all she had to do was wait there for him.
With each woman in the bloodline, it was the same story. She had the misfortune of falling in love and the man ultimately took advantage of her. Through thousands of years, no less, leaving the daughter to be taken in and looked after until the curse caught up with her. Bella sighed, turning the page from Julia, to Kendra Ravenclaw and in that very moment, the worst headache she ever recievd in her life began to tear through her mind. Swiftly, she turned the page and stared into the picture of Kendra Ravenclaw and saw a woman that had blazing green eyes looking back at her. Date of death...almost about the time her memory stopped.
In that instant, she dropped the book and her head felt like liquid fire was shocking its way into her synapses. She gripped her temples and squeezes her eyes shut, only to be greeted with a long forgotten memory...
Kendra was sitting in a small cottage in the forest, a roaring fire blazing in the fireplace. She called out with a smile through the cottage, 'Nia, come darling...we are going to need to move to the next place again.' She could see herself coming to the woman. The woman was putting on a brave face for the sake of the child, despite her fear. The Dark Lord's forces were gathering in the ashes of Hogwarts and seeking to exterminate the founder's lines to prevent the rebuilding of the school to a greater glory than it had ever had before.
'Momma...someone's coming!'
'Go, out the window. Run!'
The girl crawled out of the window as the door splintered and she looked over the edge, only to see her father standing with his wand to her momma's neck.
'Derek...why?' Her mother asked, no tears in her eyes, nor a break in her voice.
'I can't let them know I ever knew you...'
The child clearly saw the dark mark upon her father's forearm before it happened.
'Avada Kedavra.'
The whole forest lit up with the light and sound of her mother's counter spell clashing with the killing curse that no one heard the child screaming in fright. Sound stopped as the woman fell in a flurry of black hair. The child was paralyzed in fear and shaking with sobs that shook her to the absolute core when arms suddenly closed around her and she felt herself being sprinted away from the house.
'I've got you...don't worry, Nia...I've got you. You're not next!'
She looked up at the sandy haired wizard that was sprinting her away with scared eyes and all she could utter was, 'M-m-m...momma....'
Suddenly the present came rushing back and she had moved unwillingly to cower, trembling behind a stack of books on the floor, tears soaking her face as her whole body violently trembled. The memory charm had broken...worn off...something...and the book on the table was open to a page speaking of Nia Ravenclaw, showing her own face looking up at the ceiling, the text beneath read, 'Obliviated. By Auror Finnigan.'
The daughter of Helena, Morgana. Morgana was known in parts of England for being a witch of renouned skill and wisdom. She died sometime in the 12th century after her husband Nikolai was caught fleeing the country with a chambermaid of the king's castle.
Their daughter, Emma. Emma was one of the most noted witches of Russian history. She passed away in the 14th century after her own lover kept her waiting in a woodland forest in the winter with promises to marry her...all she had to do was wait there for him.
With each woman in the bloodline, it was the same story. She had the misfortune of falling in love and the man ultimately took advantage of her. Through thousands of years, no less, leaving the daughter to be taken in and looked after until the curse caught up with her. Bella sighed, turning the page from Julia, to Kendra Ravenclaw and in that very moment, the worst headache she ever recievd in her life began to tear through her mind. Swiftly, she turned the page and stared into the picture of Kendra Ravenclaw and saw a woman that had blazing green eyes looking back at her. Date of death...almost about the time her memory stopped.
In that instant, she dropped the book and her head felt like liquid fire was shocking its way into her synapses. She gripped her temples and squeezes her eyes shut, only to be greeted with a long forgotten memory...
Kendra was sitting in a small cottage in the forest, a roaring fire blazing in the fireplace. She called out with a smile through the cottage, 'Nia, come darling...we are going to need to move to the next place again.' She could see herself coming to the woman. The woman was putting on a brave face for the sake of the child, despite her fear. The Dark Lord's forces were gathering in the ashes of Hogwarts and seeking to exterminate the founder's lines to prevent the rebuilding of the school to a greater glory than it had ever had before.
'Momma...someone's coming!'
'Go, out the window. Run!'
The girl crawled out of the window as the door splintered and she looked over the edge, only to see her father standing with his wand to her momma's neck.
'Derek...why?' Her mother asked, no tears in her eyes, nor a break in her voice.
'I can't let them know I ever knew you...'
The child clearly saw the dark mark upon her father's forearm before it happened.
'Avada Kedavra.'
The whole forest lit up with the light and sound of her mother's counter spell clashing with the killing curse that no one heard the child screaming in fright. Sound stopped as the woman fell in a flurry of black hair. The child was paralyzed in fear and shaking with sobs that shook her to the absolute core when arms suddenly closed around her and she felt herself being sprinted away from the house.
'I've got you...don't worry, Nia...I've got you. You're not next!'
She looked up at the sandy haired wizard that was sprinting her away with scared eyes and all she could utter was, 'M-m-m...momma....'
Suddenly the present came rushing back and she had moved unwillingly to cower, trembling behind a stack of books on the floor, tears soaking her face as her whole body violently trembled. The memory charm had broken...worn off...something...and the book on the table was open to a page speaking of Nia Ravenclaw, showing her own face looking up at the ceiling, the text beneath read, 'Obliviated. By Auror Finnigan.'
