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keencroissantgardenflap · 20 days

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THE HOLY UNION

Honestly more than half of them would just make Voldy worse (or at least accepted him the way he is), but anyway 😊

Tom Blyth is my fancast for Abraxas Malfoy (so don't ask why Coryo here) 🫶🫶

I put Sirius here all because of one of the most brilliant fantastic magnificent gorgeous amazing flabbergasted HP fanfictions I've ever read "It runs in the blood" by Metalomagnetic (she made me fall into this rabbit hole) 🥹🥹🥹

God I ship Voldemort with too much ppl, I'd die in the cruelest way if he'd ever known I'm whoring him around like this 😭😭. Not my fault that his fanfictions are all so good that it feels like a crime

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lulublack90 · 1 month

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Prompt 17 - Body

@jegulus-microfic March 17 Word count 964

Previous part First part

CW- Stabbing with a dagger and sword

With most of the day left, they thought they’d push their luck and try to talk to the Grey Lady.

They apparated into caves on the outskirts of Hogsmeade that Sirius told them about. Eight people apparating into Hogsmeade at the same time when, more than half of them were either death eaters or associated with them. Plus, they couldn’t risk being seen with James, Sirius or Lily.

“This is pretty cool,” Evan said in awe as he looked around the caves. “How did you find them?”

“Padfoot likes to wander off sometimes,” Sirius answered as he prepared to disapparate and get Pandora. Only he, James and Remus knew where the caves were to apparate into, so they had to side-along the others.

Regulus rolled his eyes. Of course, his brother was still a pain in his animagus form.

Once they were all gathered again, they cast disillusionment charms on themselves, apart from James, who had his invisibility cloak. They made their way into the village, muffling charms on their shoes in case anyone heard them.

They quietly broke into Honeydukes and went through the hidden trapdoor. They probably could have arranged an easier way into the castle, but that would require too much delay with Dumbledore. This way was far easier.

They walked quietly down the passageway, visible again, while no one could catch them.

Regulus fiddled with the dagger still in his robes pocket. He’d always loved it. It was small yet insanely sharp, easy to slice into your enemy’s body without them ever seeing it coming. He cast a few charms on it as they walked, checking to see if anything had been imbued into the blade. It appeared to be a perfectly ordinary knife with no special enchantments or poisons.

“Remus?” He asked as casually as possible.

“Yeah, Regulus?” Remus dropped back to walk beside Regulus.

“How are you with healing spells?” He asked, not looking at Remus.

“Capable. Madam Pomfrey showed me the basics growing up, and I’ve learnt a few more since. Why?’

“Hey, Sirius?” He called his brother over. Sirius bounced towards him. He was far too excitable for what they were on their way to do.

No sooner was Sirius in front of him, walking backwards with a stupid grin on his face, did Regulus’s hand shoot out and jab him in the side with the dagger. Sirius stopped and looked down.

“Regulus, what the shit?!” Remus rushed over and started casting disinfecting and healing charms on his boyfriend. He turned, his eyes glowing even in the low light.

“Explain!” He growled, keeping Sirius behind him and away from Regulus. Sirius’s disgruntled face popped around Remus’s shoulder.

“Is that Bella’s knife?” He asked, squinting in the low light.

“She said I could have it as long as I promised to use it on you. I was just fulfilling that promise. I checked it was just a knife before I stabbed you.” Regulus shrugged.

“Oh, and that makes it all better, does it?” Remus snarled. Regulus was seeing more and more of the wolf shining through.

“Reg, you are such a dick.” Sirius rolled his eyes at him but grabbed Remus and carried on walking.

“Regulus, why would you think that was okay?” James asked, sighing deeply at the situation.

“He gets it. I barely nicked him with it, and this way, I can tell Bella I got him with it, or she’ll know I’m lying. Plus, he stabbed me all the way through with a sword when he was 10. This is payback.” James had to stop.

“What do you mean he stabbed you with a sword?!”

“It was an accident. He set off a firework in the house, and it knocked over a suit of armour, and the sword sort of went through me.”

“You’re both absolutely nuts! Once this war is over, you are both going to see a mind healer and lots of therapy! All the therapy!” James strode off after the others, shaking his head.

The rest of their journey went off without any more mishaps. They disillusioned themselves again and headed towards the Ravenclaw Common room.

The Grey Lady was strangely easy to find. She was gliding along the corridor outside the spiral staircase which led to the Common room.

They had agreed that Pandora should be the one to talk to the ghost, as she’d spent the most amount of time around her as apparently she was shy.

“Hello, Helena,” Pandora’s airy voice filled the corridor even though she wasn’t speaking loudly. The ghost paused and stared at the blonde woman.

“You again?” Her voice faded in and out as she spoke. The others were shocked. They’d never heard the ghost talk before. Pandora beamed.

“Yes, me again. We were wondering if we could ask you about your mother’s diadem?” A change came over the ghost so quickly that James, Remus and Evan pushed their respective boyfriends behind them.

“Another asked about it, and he defiled it with dark magic!” She yelled, blasting through each of the people standing in the corridor. Regulus shivered with the chill from her passing. He stepped forward, watching her as she came to be still again.

“Please,” He pleaded. “We want to destroy it. We want to erase what he did. Will you help us?” Helena Ravenclaw floated to Regulus and stared into his face, only inches between them. Regulus stayed still, letting his mask slip away from his face and hoping the determined good intentions showed through.

She narrowed her eyes at him and moved closer, whispering in his ear, her cold breath freezing his ear slightly.

“It is here. In the room that changes with the broken and lost things.” Remus’s head snapped to look at Sirius. He knew where it was.

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spaceunicorndemon · 1 year

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Ravenclaw things (also probably some hc)

- still needing sleep after sleeping 8 hours

- or not needing any sleep and collapsing after three days

- CURIOSITY

- IMAGINATIVE

- probably somehow have working WIFI in the tower, the staff doesn't know about it tho

- who needs ink when you have pencils for better accuracy and less smearing? => huge point loss cuz ur not using the right materials

- unintentional meme factories

- they are on ALL the social medias to constantly stay up to date on whatever interests them

- meals are either sacred or not really important, depends on the moment

- BLANKETS.

- Just telling/sending/texting you whatever they just discovered/thought of/heard/read/saw cuz they want you to take part in their mind and they value you. Happens anywhere, at any time of the day or night. You can't escape it.

- Rambling

- they appreciate if you don't judge and are just supportive

- mostly cats, a bunch of owls and some toads/snakes/other amphibias or reptiles

- trying to research magic with scientific methods

- time doesn't exist and rules can't stop us (same with the other houses)

- respecting and always being polite to Helena

- very loud music at any given time

- everyone is just so diverse with their interests

- either pros at focusing or not, motivation is not always in their favor

- high intelligence, low/moderate wisdom

- or the other way around, just never together

#harry potter #hogwarts #ravenclaw #ravenclaw house #rovena ravenclaw #helena ravenclaw #headcanon #ravenclaw headcanon #ravenclaw tower #i'm actually a slytherclaw and in slytherin #but i love my ravenclaw side #and we don't get enough love and recognition #this got so long #it's in no way meant to be accurate #but you know that

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startledstoat · 8 months

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Helena telling Harry that he reminds her of Tom Riddle had the potential to be so groundbreaking why did we just glaze over that

#Harry Potter #helena ravenclaw #the grey lady #Tom Riddle #voldemort #dark harry

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cursedwithwords · 2 months

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I know James was canonically a Gryffindor but I just don’t see him as one. I alternate him between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, and sometimes Hufflepuff on the rare occasion

I'm full-on frothing at the mouth for Ravenclaw James, partly because of my headcanon that he becomes close friends with Helena and partly because I genuinely believe in the marrow of my bones that he is fucking BRILLIANT. Plus I headcanon his favorite color is blue. Nah, nah, hold on you may have just did something I feel feral.

#WHY DOES IT FIT HIM SO WELL IM SHAKING #also this isnt to say the other houses arent brilliant of course i love them all ♥️#harry potter next gen #hp next gen #next gen headcanons #james sirius potter #im full on freaking out over this can you imagine him in crisp blue robes hed be so pretty #and ill be real he doesnt feel like a gryffindor to me either #i never thought Slytherin but hufflepuff was a maybe #BUT RAVENCLAW THOUGH BYE BYE BYE #PLUS I HEADCANON HE AND LYSANDER GET ALONG SUPER WELL #AND I HEADCANON LYSANDER AS A RAVENCLAW TOO #BRUH #youve opened my eyez #now i wish i wouldve made him a ravenclaw in TBOTS #helena ravenclaw #ravenclaw #rowena ravenclaw

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cranberryletters · 10 months

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The Gray Lady

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts aesthetic #ravenclaw #ravenclaw ghost #helena ravenclaw

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dragoneyes618 · 4 months

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"Jealous of my freedom" is an odd phrase to use here, isn't it?

The Baron loved Helena Ravenclaw, but she did not love him. Helena had stolen the diadem from her mother, and fled to a forest in Albania. She's living alone, in the wilderness, having stolen from her mother, not even being able to use the diadem for anything, and he's jealous of her?

Of her freedom?

As the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the founders of Hogwarts and the wisest one, Helena would have been under quite a lot of pressure and expectations. Perhaps she chose to flee to remote Albania for more reasons than simple fear of being discovered as the thief of the diadem.

And if any of the other founders also had children - we know that Slytherin, at least, did, the Gaunts being the ignoble scions of his line - they, too, would have been under just as much pressure, expectations, constraints.

I don't know if the wizarding worlds has titles and nobility, like lords and knights and so on. But many purebloods considered being pureblood as good as having a noble title, didn't they? Such as...a baron, perhaps? Who, it's confirmed, was Sorted into Slytherin House?

Could the Bloody Baron, jealous of Helena Ravenclaw's newfound freedom, have been the son of Salazar Slytherin?

#harry potter #harry potter and the deathly hallows #helena ravenclaw #bloody baron #rowena ravenclaw #salazar slytherin #founders of hogwarts #founders era

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elisedonut · 8 months

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Another one for @perceptual-prompts this time using Window and Sight

This time it's a fic implying that Percy is a reincarnated Helena Ravenclaw because i can--

no but really it's mostly just because of the idea of never being able to break a reincarnation cycle and them both leaving their respective families. Though technically if that is the case Percy does break the cycle since unlike Helena he doesn't lose his life over it or maybe the cycle is leaving in general and it doesn't always lead to the new persons death. uh yeah something like that I suppose.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Helena Ravenclaw | The Grey Lady & Percy Weasley Characters: Percy Weasley, Helena Ravenclaw | The Grey Lady Additional Tags: Reincarnation, Urban Legends, Book 1: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Helena is not mentioned specifically, the woman in mirror is her Percy just doesn't know that, Percy Weasley-centric Summary:

“They say that if you visit the 7th floor right before midnight. Then make your way to the abandoned classroom across from the portrait of the witch in a yellow dress and look out the window overlooking the grounds you’ll see a reflection, but it won’t be of you. No one ever claims to see the same person and some even claim the person will follow you through other reflective surfaces. Some say that the person reflected will copy your movements as if you were looking in a mirror. Others claim you have to try to copy them yourself or the creature will drag you out the window,–”

Or where Percy gets curious about an urban legend he was told as a 2nd year and goes to see if it's real.

#percy weasley #helena ravenclaw #perceptualprompts2023 #hp fanfiction #hp fanfic #hp fic #harry potter fanfiction

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the-al-chemist · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Guzma @hphmmatthewluther! Here’s a little doodle of Matt and the Grey Lady living it up in the Ravenclaw Common Room. Hope you have an amazing day 💛

#al doodles #digit al art #matthew luther #helena ravenclaw

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saathyabhamaa · 8 months

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Picture source : Pinterest

Face claim : Aishwarya Rai Bachchan

Harry Potter Character Imagine:

Aishwarya Rai Bachchan as Helena Ravenclaw

#desi dark academia #indian aesthetic #dark academia #desiblr #desi academia #indian dark academia #ravenclaw aesthetic #helena ravenclaw #desi tumblr #hogwarts aesthetic #hogwarts houses #harry potter character imagine #harry potter

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kim-namjuns-baby · 8 months

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hey guys so today i saw a painting titled "The Execution of Lady Jane Grey"

And it got me thinking about the Grey Lady at Hogwarts. They both obviously have the word 'grey' in their names, they both died at a young age, they both were killed by someone remorseful, and both were killed by a blade.

Can the Grey Lady have been inspired by Lady Jane Grey? idk sounds far fetched but also plausible. Someone pls confirm-

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ladiesofhpfest · 11 months

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Wit Beyond Measure by @midnightstargazer

Our first fic of the week is here! MidnightStargazer has given us a gift of a fic with this tale of Helena Ravenclaw.

Summary: The ghost of a young woman haunts Ravenclaw Tower. She speaks to few living beings and keeps her secrets carefully hidden away, but she lingers nonetheless, watching over the school through the centuries. This is her story.

What's to love: A rich backstory for a character whose life and actions made such a difference in canon. Helena Ravenclaw has a complex inner life, a contentious relationship with her mother, and wisdom built up from the centuries of ghosthood. Tie in Tom Riddle and wow.

Thank you so much MidnightStargazer!!!

#helena ravenclaw #rowena ravenclaw #ladies of hp #ladies of hp fest #bloody baron #the grey lady #ravenclaw #gryffindor #hufflpeuff #slytherin #tom riddle #godric gryffindor #hp founders #hp founders era #lord voldemort #helga hufflepuff #salazar slytherin

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padfootswhiskers · 27 days

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why did the movies decide to make helena ravenclaw so vague and aggressive

#i mean she was pretty straight up in the book wasnt she?#hp live blog #dh live blog #helena ravenclaw

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hphmmatthewluther · 1 year

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Threads of Silver - Chapter 2: Highs and Lows

The previous chapter can be found here!

Taglist of people who might be interested (pls let me know if you want to be added or removed!): @camillejeaneshphm @endlessly-cursed @gaygryffindorgal @that-scouse-wizard @catohphm

Chapter 2: Highs and Lows

“Being the apprentice of a mage was one of the few ways a serf would be able to get ahead in the rudimentary social structure of the time. Of course, there were the constant threats from magical creatures, dangerous artefacts and more. Nevertheless, it was a far better deal than working in some dreary fields for a feudal lord. It more or less began the student experience that would be used to form the structure of Hogwarts, a structure that has persisted to this day…which explains a lot.” - Mayson Kowalski’s History Report

The next day, Lachlann awoke on a small bed Rowena had set out for him the night before. He slowly moved out of bed and grabbed his clothes, which had dried out a little after his hours of trudging through the rain yesterday. Glad they were dry enough to wear, he put them on and looked out of the window.The just-about-risen sun was hovering over the horizon, turning the sky a mix of yellow and pink. Below him, he could see that large puddles had formed in the grassy valleys that surrounded the tower. He felt very sorry for anyone going around on horseback or in armour today. Something else occurred to him at that moment: he’d never been in a building with so many floors before. The tower near his village had been in such a state that only the ground floor and the one above it remained. He dared to lean forward to look down, risking getting vertigo, as a wind blew through the grassy hills. As they did, however, he swore that he saw something shift amongst the grass, sending blobs of mud into the air.

Before he could get another glimpse, however, he heard a familiar wailing sound from a few floors above. After that, came Rowena’s voice.

“Lam! Your assistance please!” she cried. He raced up the stairs and after a few minutes, the two of them had managed to placate Helena. “There we are…” Rowena muttered as she shifted her daughter up in her arms. “I think it’s time for breakfast. I have to run an errand today, Lachlann, and I’ll need to give you a list of chores. You…can read, can you not?” she asked, as they walked down the stairs.

“Y-Yes, Milady.” Lachlann responded, thinking back to how he had been hastily taught by the village priest before he left. He walked behind Rowena, and so was staring at Helena’s sleepy face as they went down the stairs. Lachlann smiled. Helena smiled back.

Settling down at the table, Rowena pulled out a carved wooden stick that Lachlann assumed was her wand. She swished it and flicked it, and a few bowls and spoons slowly levitated off of the shelf they were on and moved over until they were on the table. She repeated the motion, and a loaf of bread and block of cheese were carried over to the table as well. Lachlann watched both waves of items move, transfixed. Helena simply cackled in her mother’s lap, clapping her tiny hands together.

“Goodness, that’s a point, we’ll need to get you a wand.” Rowena said, divvying up the bread and cheese. “I wonder who Master Ollivander is lending his services to at this time…”

Lachlann listened to Rowena ramble as he ate breakfast. It was food he was used to, but a lot more than he would normally get back in his village. Only a few times before had he ever felt this stuffed, and thus by the end he was trying to ignore the small stomach ache he had gained. He began to truly digest the fact that this would be his life now. No more starving, no more working in the fields…but for the first time, and by no means the last, as Lachlann watched Rowena use her wand to make the plates and crumbs fly off the table, he wondered if he might be in over his head. Before he could dwell on that, however, Rowena held out a piece of parchment for him in one hand, holding Helena up in the other.

“Here’s a list of things that I’d like you to see to while I’m out. I’m fairly sure they’re doable without magic, though I hear experience is the best teacher, so…be careful with some of the things on that list. I’ll just take Helena up to her cot, and then I’ll be off.”

She turned to the stairs, but did not go up. Instead, picking up an ordinary-looking broom, she sat on it and kicked off the ground, Lachlann watching in amazement as she rose up the tower, flying on the broomstick.

“I got the idea for this from my friend Helga!” Rowena yelled down to him as she got further and further away, “She’d got a hold of a flying carpet, but since I don’t have a carpet I used an enchantment on all my brooms!”

After Helena was put in the cot, Rowena floated back down to the ground, hovering a few feet above the air. “Oh, I’ve missed being able to do things like this on my own. You’re a lifesaver, Lam. You’ll remember to do what’s on the list?”

“Yes, Milady.” he replied, bowing a little.

“Brilliant. See you in a bit!” Once more wielding her wand, she pointed it at the door and it jumped open, allowing her to fly out before it slammed shut behind her.

Lachlann blinked, standing in the empty room. It all didn’t quite feel real still; the dragon in the village, the glowing rake, the woman in the beautiful blue dress who asked if he wanted to be her apprentice, the trip across the sea to the Highlands, coming to a real Mage’s Tower, having a breakfast that didn’t leave him wanting more…he could not risk losing this. Pulling himself together, he looked down at the parchment Rowena had given him, which read:

List:

Check on Helena around noon (see sundial on first floor) - VERY IMPORTANT

Check on Helena if she starts crying - ALSO VERY IMPORTANT

Organise Potion Ingredients(by colour)

Refocus Telescope

Collect wood from the logpile outside for the fires

Keep watch for Owl Correspondence- Will come through on the floor with your bed

Collect the three books by Elaine of Astolat from the bookshelves and place them near your bed - these will be your first books to study (you didn’t think it’d all be babysitting, did you?)

He looked up at the six floors above him. With the ground floor included, that totalled up to seven in all. When he went down the stairs he’d noticed that each one seemed to have a distinct purpose, with its own sort of set of magical apparatus. Keeping this in mind, he ran up the stairs, trying not to make too much noise so as not to disturb Helena. Coming up to the first floor, which seemed to be dedicated to Runes judging by the large stone pillars by the walls, as well as the parchment on the desk that were covered in symbols that to Lachlann meant very little other than “probably magical”. Near one of the windows of the tower, however, was what he was looking for. Just like the other stone structures in the room, the sundial was also covered in runes, though what caught Lachlann’s attention was the chalk line that had been drawn at a point on the dial. From what he could see, he had a while before it would be noon, and while he didn’t know when exactly Rowena would be back, the tasks set out didn’t necessarily seem too hard.

Going up to the next floor, he found it to be filled to the brim with bookshelves. He had been a little worried about how stable the ground was on the first floor thanks to all those stone pillars, but this was on another level, the shelves stacking up to the ceiling. Lachlann initially became very worried at the prospect of looking through all these shelves for three books, until he remembered that Rowena had probably organised them. Taking a closer look, he was grateful to find that the books were sorted by letter, and the nearest letter was of course “A”. As a result, it only took him a few minutes to find the three tomes under “Astolat”. He pulled them out one by one: An Enchiridion of Evocation, A Study of Natural Magiks and Their Uses, and The Book of Stars. Hoisting all three books into his hands, he then found himself a little lost as he tried to find his way out of the maze of bookshelves. He passed by a desk like the one on the floor below, though this one only had a single book on it, titled The Ramifications of Reflections. Not wanting to disturb Rowena’s research, he continued on before finally reaching the stairs again.

There was only one extra floor to climb before reaching his bed, the Potion-Brewing area, and while he’d probably need to stop by there, he figured it would be best to drop off these books first. He kept on climbing until he finally got back up to the floor he’d started the day on, allowing himself a brief rest to catch his breath as he put down the books by his bed. Sitting down on the bedding, he wiped the sweat from his brow as he looked down at the list. He’d got the books, and he knew he’d need to go down to the Potion-Brewing floor, but the one thing that confused him was the task he had on this floor. He was fairly sure he knew what “correspondence” was, and he definitely knew what an owl was, but the words put together meant nothing to him. He wondered if this was a noble concept that most peasants weren’t privy to, but soon found his questions answered as he heard a hooting from a nearby window.

Sitting on what Lachlann had initially thought was a small coat rack of some kind was a long-eared owl with a fancy-looking scroll in its mouth. Getting up off of his bed, Lachlann slowly approached the bird, aware that it might not have been expecting someone new like this. Nevertheless, after raising its ears in surprise for a moment, the owl dropped the scroll into his hand before fluttering over to a bowl of seeds that Rowena must have left out for it. Lachlann found himself smiling as he tucked the scroll into his pocket. Not only was it another job off the list, but he already found himself feeling a little more settled into this place now he’d at least seen every floor. Looking at the list once more, he figured that if he was clever, he’d be able to finish the jobs in the least amount of trips up and down. Recounting where each floor was, Lachlann allowed himself to smile a little as he headed down to the Brewing Area. As he did, however, he got the strangest feeling that there was something he was overlooking.

He was met with an empty cauldron in the middle of the room, under which was a sparse amount of wood (he made a mental note to place some wood here as well as the fireplaces when he went to collect it). He moved past various measuring instruments until he arrived at several storage cabinets and barrels. Thankfully she only asked him to sort by colour, and so while he didn’t recognise many of the ingredients, he was able to move them into their proper place, and to top it all off none of the ingredients seemed to be poisonous. Once he’d finished, he ran downstairs to check the sundial. He still had a decent bit of time before noon, and Helena had thankfully been quiet so far (he had heard a couple of baby noises from up above, still). He went down yet another level to the ground floor and, picking up his now dry cloak, stepped outside to look for this logpile.

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“Right.” snapped Merula, causing Mayson’s eyes to go wide with surprise. “This is the bit you need to pay attention to.”

He looked up at her, incredulously. “What do you mean?! What was all of this other stuff for?”

“Useful background information for the average day of an apprentice.” Merula replied, shrugging. “You didn’t really think I’d detail every day of Luther’s ancestor’s life, did you?”

Matthew cleared his throat, sensing an argument (which was not something they wanted seeing as most of Slytherin was asleep). “I think what Merula’s trying to say is that this part is especially important.”

“Thank you, Luther. Now, let me find where I was again…” Merula said, reading through her notes at rapid speed.

Mayson nudged Matt’s arm. “Your family tree sure is interesting. If I was him I’d totally have spent some time trying to fly around on that broom.”

“True, but if you got fired you wouldn’t be going back to a peasant village and letting your family down.” Matthew pointed out.

“Can’t argue with that.” Mayson shrugged. “It is kinda crazy to think about that, huh…your great-great-something grandfather babysat Helena, and now you’re hanging out with her all these years later!”

“Yeah…it is a little weird…” Matthew said, clearly in deep thought. At least, he was until Merula brought her hands together.

“Found it! Right, let’s get back into it before Mayson nods off again…”

“I wasn’t asleep!”

“You almost were…”

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Lachlann pulled open the door, pausing as rainwater dripped down from the small cover over the door. Stepping outside and closing the door behind him, he circled the tower, frowning as his shoes became wet from the waterlogged ground. He tried his very best to avoid any of the big puddles that had formed around the grass, until he had made it to the opposite side of the tower. He had been so preoccupied with the grass that he almost didn’t notice the rope from the top window. The logpile was there, and a cover for it, and just above that dangled a rope which seemed to be attached to the very top of the roof. He was fairly certain that it wasn't there earlier, and a chill ran up his spine as he thought of just why there might be a rope going up there. His initial thought was to go back inside and race up the stairs, but that would make far too much noise, and would disturb both Helena and whoever might be up there. No. There was only one way he was going back up. He grabbed a nearby broomstick just in case he needed something to protect himself, though he wasn’t sure just what good it would do him. All he could do was make one glow.

Nevertheless, he reached up and hoisted himself up unto the roof over the logpile. Lachlann fixed his eyes on the rope. He’d climbed a few trees before, and so knew the basics of finding footholds and such, but having the rope was admittedly a relief. Holding onto it and ignoring any rope burn he might have got, Lachlann started climbing, his wet shoes slipping a little as he took each nerve-wrecking step towards the top. He dared not turn back and look down, because he knew he’d freeze and be stuck there. His eyes were locked on the roof, on the telescope that just peeked out of it, at the window close by where the rope ended. After what felt like hours, though was really more like a couple of minutes, Lachlann reached up and felt the tiles of a roof and not more wall. He’d done it, and in slippery old shoes to boot. He would have taken the time to take a breath, but suddenly he heard wailing from the window. Helena.

Peeking inside, he actually had been expecting to see some kind of mysterious, hooded figure, though this was not the sort he was expecting. To start with, the person had pale skin, to the point that it looked almost purple. Their eyes were also pale, though more of a shining white, matching the hair that Lachlann could see from their hood. That was another thing that was odd. It was the finest made hood he’d ever seen, a deep purple he’d only seen in nature. One other detail caught his eye. There had been a blacksmith in the village whom Lachlann had gotten on with. He’d told him about the difference between iron and silver. This person’s fastenings, chainmail and more were not iron. It was hard to dwell on all this, however, as a result of Helena’s loud cries, which the intruder was trying to shush unsuccessfully. Lachlann held back a smile as the strange creature was getting more and more annoyed, until something happened that took the smile off his face. The intruder removed their hood, closed their eyes, and began to stretch downward. Their hair turned black, their skin gained a more pinkish colour, their clothes shifted until they were a familiar-looking blue dress. Whatever this thing was, it had got a couple details wrong, like a lack of freckles across the nose, but it was a fairly decent lookalike of Rowena Ravenclaw.

“It’s…it’s ok, little baby…” the intruder cooed in a very close approximation of Rowena’s voice, lifting Helena out of the cot. “No need to worry, it’s…it’s just mummy.”

Helena stared at them for a moment. She then proceeded to scream louder than any living thing Lachlann had ever heard, even louder than that dragon’s roar. Using the distraction, he pushed himself through the window and snatched Helena from the intruder, holding her away from them.

“Rowena” blinked, clearly trying to convince Lachlann they were the genuine article. “And who might you be? You should know you cannot intrude on a Mage’s Tower.”

Lachlann raised an eyebrow. “I saw you transform, you crafty Gobermouch.”

“Rowena” scowled, before quickly becoming pale, along with her hair and eyes, with their clothes becoming purple and silvery once again, now brandishing a silver dagger.

“You’ve got nerve.” they spat, still glowering at Helena. “Who are you supposed to be? You clearly aren’t from the Highlands, judging by your accent and choice of language.”

“I could say the same about you.” Lachlann pointed out, noticing their flowy noble vocabulary. “The name’s Lachlann. Lachlann Doherty. The apprentice of Lady Ravenclaw. And you?”

“Never you mind. Since when did she have an apprentice?” the intruder asked incredulously.

“Since last night?” Lachlann shrugged. “Look, I don’t know what you want here, but if you have a problem, you can ask Lady Ravenclaw when she gets back.”

“H-How dare someone like you talk to me like that! Do you have any idea who I am?!”

“No, you refused to tell me.” Lachlann replied bluntly.

The intruder frothed at the mouth for a moment, struggling to contain their rage, their hand going purple due to gripping the hilt of the dagger.. “I am a changeling, you dimwit! A creature of the fae! And more than that, I am a Sovereign of the greatest kingdom in the realms!”

Lachlann frowned. “I…still need a name.”

“Betwixt.” the changeling growled through gritted sharp teeth. “Sovereign Betwixt. Now, if you would kindly get out of my way, peasant, I have business here.”

“What do you want with Helena?”

“Goodness, you are a fool.” Betwixt sighed, twirling the blade in their hands. “I don’t want Helena, I want what the fair Lady has hidden in this room. I am going to find it and claim what is rightfully mine.”

Lachlann stared at them. “You have to be less cryptic, my friend…”

“Firstly, we’re not friends.” Betwixt snapped, “and secondly, I am after the silver that belongs to the Silver Kingdom by law.”

Lachlann raised an eyebrow. “So what, she stole it or something?”

“Fool. All silver belongs to us, all of it! Your Lady, however, thought it’d be clever to claim some of the finest silver in the Isles without seeking permission from us.”

“Since when did you need permission to have silver?”

“Silence!” Betwixt roared, before stopping, sighing, and allowing himself to chuckle. “You are a mortal, a peasant, and woefully ignorant of magic. Those three things make me better than you. I wouldn’t talk about permission to own metal when last night you had to have permission for, oo, lots of things, wasn’t it? Like food, and free time, and being able to re-”

Before Betwixt could finish Lachlann had kicked them in the stomach with his wet shoe. As the changeling grimaced in disgust at their now soaked clothing, Lachlann grabbed them by the cuff and forced them out of the room. He put Helena down, who giggled sweetly. Lachlann smiled down at her before hearing Betwixt’s curses from outside..

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this.” He reassured her, before heading out and down the stairs.

Betwixt was waiting for him, and jabbed with their dagger. Lachlann brought up the broomstick as he dodged the blade. “Is this your best weapon, peasant? A broom?”

Secretly, Lachlann was hoping it was more than just a simple broom, but he didn’t want to take a risk like that just yet. Betwixt smirked, before their body started to stretch again. Lachlann’s green eyes locked with Betwixt’s eyes, which were now a matching shade of green. He braced as his doppelganger launched forward, and in the sheer panic of being face to face with himself, Lachlann decided to do the stupidest thing in his life. Even more stupid than staring down a dragon with a rake.

He lifted one leg and put the broom in between them. He waited until Betwixt was close before kicking off the ground. The front of the broom bumped the changeling, causing the knife to fall from their hand, landing on the floor with a clatter. But Lachlann wasn’t done just yet. Still a little unsure what he was doing, he leant down and turned along with the stairs, holding onto Betwixt as the two thundered down towards the ground.

“LET GO YOU IDIOT!” Betwixt screeched as they passed the library.

“If you insist, O Sovereign…” Lachlann chuckled, releasing Betwixt, and ditching the broom. The cleaning tool flew into the wall, whereas Betwixt was flung through the front door (which was still unlocked). The changeling landed in one of the bigger and muddier puddles last night’s storm had produced. Lachlann was already smiling at all this, but then, as if to prove fate had a sense of humour, he spotted Rowena flying towards the ground.

“I see you’ve been busy!” she called out, as Betwixt hastily shrunk themself until whatever form they had taken was invisible amongst the grass. Rowena came to the ground and removed the broom from underneath her. “I see you met a changeling. And a nasty one too. Did you get all the jobs done?”

“Most of them…” Lachlann admitted. “Something came up, as you saw, Milady…Apologies.”

Rowena simply smiled “I can’t stay upset at someone who stopped a changeling messing with my Tower. Come on, what needs doing?”

“Just the firewood and the telescope.”

“Well, I can go up and deal with the telescope, as well as Helena. You get the firewood, and then we can have lunch…”

“Oh, there was also this.” Lachlann pulled out the scroll and gave it to her. “It was the Owl Correspondence you mentioned in the list, Milady.” Rowena took the scroll and undid the seal, reading what was within. She sighed, before pulling out her wand and burning the parchment. Lachlann watched in shock. “W-What was it?”

Rowena simply shrugged. “A warning, of sorts. About the silver I procured recently. The man who I paid to make it gave my location away to the changelings, thankfully not literally, and was writing to let me know…”

“...What does this mean?” Lachlann asked, nervously.

Rowena simply shrugged. “It’s no worry. We’ll simply have to move home.”

As they went into Ravenclaw Tower, no part of Lachlann had any idea that she had meant that literally.

***

“So Betwixt…” Mayson says, jotting his notes down. “They’re important, right?”

Merula looked like she was about to burst. “Important?! They’re the last Monarch of the Changelings! They caused a brief period of reforms to the strict feudal systems! They’re one of the most hotly debated figures in the entire subject! ‘COURSE THEY’RE IMPORTANT!”

Matthew stood up and placed his hand on her shoulder. “...Maybe now might be a good time to take a break,” he suggested.

Merula put her own hand on top of his. “Uh…y-yeah…alright, that sounds good…” She sat down next to Matthew, yawning. “Is it any clearer yet, Kowalski?”

Mayson just nodded. “Yeah. You might be scary…but you’re a damn good teacher.”

“Thanks.” Merula chuckled. “Ok, snack break and then we can do some more. Because the ancestors of yours truly are about to make their debut!”

#threads of silver #hp founders era #hphm #lachlann doherty #rowena ravenclaw #helena ravenclaw #sovereign betwixt #matthew luther #merula snyde #mayson kowalski

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