Rowena Ravenclaw: An Insight on the Most Intelligent Founder

Chapter 1: Prologue

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I was brought up in a small fief in the glens of Scotland. It was a lovely place surrounded by forest and lakes. There was a beautiful orchard and a meadow off to the east. The summers where cool and the winters warm. The weather was always perfect due to the magical nobility. All of the villagers where kind and didn't mind having a witch and wizard for a lord and lady. I was the only daughter born to Lord and Lady Ravenclaw.

My mother's name was Lillian and she herself wasn't at all like the lily she was named after. She was cold and sharp, but still tall, grand and beautiful. She had small hands and full ruby red lips. Her black tresses always were caught up in a diamond hair net. Her eyes where a dark green. My father, Mathias on the other hand was warm and was a little chubby. His arms where strong from lifting me up and swinging me around. His short brown hair always seemed to be somewhat matted and his eyes where a bright blue. I myself, Rowena Ravenclaw, take after my father in colouring but am like my mother in other ways. My straight waist length brown hair is always tied back in a long braid. My blue eyes are slightly darker than his but still have the same laugh lines around them. Like my mother I am tall and slim but I have none of her sharpness. The only thing that seems to be all my own is my nose. A pert little thing with a small upturn most unlike my Father's small round nose or my mother's long and sharp one. My parents both wear the colour of our fief every day. My mother in blue and my father in bronze; but poor me. My mother has it in her head that every girl must remain chaste and never fall in love until after she is married. So to show off the fact I have never fallen in love, she has commanded me to wear nothing but white until she marries me off. Not even a blue hair ribbon! I must obey her but I long to wear the beautiful colour that is blue. But alas Mother sees me every second of the day so I must deal with the problem with only my nurse maid Tara the house elf to comfort me.

Since all three of my brothers had left to go on wild adventures when I was just four years old; I got more time alone with my parents. Mother taught me the etiquette and rules to being a proper lady. Every day from nine till noon I would dress in a tight white dress, and Mother would teach me dancing, manners, and anything else she could squeeze into four hours. Then after lunch I would retreat to my father's library and with him learn the arts of a scholar. I enjoyed these lessons with my father much more and took to them like a fish to water. From lunch until dinner Father and I spent time studying Writing, History, Architecture, Geography, Mythology, Geology, Astronomy, Philosophy, Healing, Languages, Runes and spent hours poring over books and scrolls. But Father taught me much more than that.

Mother had renounced magic when she was very young. She had decided that her husband had only married her because she was a proper lady. Lady Ravenclaw thought that no sensible man would marry a woman with magic, unless he was magic and there were hardly any magical Lords or Princes. My mother had told me long ago that I must never study magic but as soon as she mother had said that, my father took me under his wing. After dinner I always went back to the vast library and sat with Father in one little corner. We practised Transfiguration and Charms. Once in a while he would bring out a caldron and teach me the art of potion making. He told me about the plants in the magical world and showed me how to read to future in a crystal ball.

By the age of eight, I, Rowena Ravenclaw had learned more about the world than a sixty year old sage. I was wise beyond my years. I could speak English, Latin, French, Italian, Greek, Bulgarian, Chinese, Mermish and Sprite. I knew the history of beyond the pharaohs; the globe held no secrets to me; I knew every star in the galaxy as if it was always beside me. I could carry on a philosophical discussion or heal a person dying of plague. But my magical exploits were something to behold. I had not only learned every spell I had come across but I had also had made up some of my own. I had created three potions for healing purposes, including one that re-grew bones. And had even studied a bit of wand lore and successfully made my own wand out of ebony and a single unicorn hair. To put it simply, I was very smart.

When I had turned twelve, Mother had decided to bring me to the neighbouring manor of Hufflepuff. I was delighted. For all of my life I had never gone anywhere except to the village. Mother and Father had always been the ones to travel, and leave me in the care of Tara. But this year on their regular trip to the Hufflepuff Manor, I would be going with them! I was so excited and I went immediately to my closet to look through my vast collection of white gown to choose which one to appear to the Hufflepuffs in.

After listening at my parent's bedroom door for a little while I learned all I needed to know about the Hufflepuffs to gather why they where taking me to the Manor. Before now I had only been delighted but now I was suspicious. Why now take me to the neighbouring manor? Mother had for a long time denied me the right to travel that has been mine since my tenth birthday. After I had listened I was shocked. The conversation I heard was something like this:

Mother's voice was as cold and unmoving as ever, "The Hufflepuff boy will certainly be charmed with our Rowena. And her parents will definably approve of her vow of chastity." It this point I gasped out side the door. I had taken no such oath! Mother continued, "Alexandar is eighteen. The perfect age for the preparations to begin, hopefully his parents will betroth him to our daughter. As for that Helga and her brother Howart, they are bad seeds; wild and unruly. They must stay away from Rowena or Alexandar will think of her as the same. We must do everything in our power to make this match work." Mother must have slammed her hand against something because I heard a thump.

Father then replied in his soothing voice, "But Lillian, shouldn't Rowena have some say in this matter. We must think of her feelings my dove."

Mother slammed her hand against a surface, probably a table, again, "No Mathias! I have spent too much time transforming out bookworm daughter into a proper maiden. This match must work! Falling in love will distract her from the larger picture. The little chit knows not what is good for her!"

At that moment I decided to rebel and tomorrow I would meet Helga and Howart Hufflepuff, act wild, wear blue and go against all what my mother had taught me. I was no chit and I knew more than she would ever know! I was not going to marry some boy six years older than me!

I snuck beck to my room and got out one of the white gowns. I was about to use my wand and turn it blue when I thought. Suppose Mother saw the dress before we left, she would immediately order me to change and give me no time to change the colour. Perhaps I will only bring my wand and change it there. I still wanted to change the colour badly, so I was a little daring and turned the sur-coat silver. It satisfied me and was sure to not get me in to much trouble. That is, before the trip.

The next morning I changed into my silver and white gown and stuffed my wand into my sleeve. I walked over to the carriage and saw my parents both dressed lavishly in the fief colours and dripping in jewels. Unlike me who must dress modestly so all I had was a dainty sliver necklace and my simple silver and white dress. I stepped into the carriage ungainly and heard my mother cough at me from behind; definitely not approving of my entrance to the carriage. I felt very satisfied and sat with my skirts rumpled in the carriage. Mother and Father entered and the carriage started moving.

Mother then asked me, "Rowena, today you will meet the higher people in society, I ask you not to show them any signs you are related to magic."

I felt the wand in my sleeve, "But Mother, how can a witch hide who she is?"

Mother nearly fell out of her seat, obviously Father had not told her of my amazing magical talent. "What?!?!" Mother exclaimed, "You are a Witch! I thought you where a squib! Oh Rowena, please hide it from the Hufflepuffs, they are not magic and we plan on making strong ties with them."

I nodded but told myself that it was a false promise. Something that was trying to go against who I was. The rest of the ride was quiet, only the polite chit chat between Father and Mother.

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This is about all that I got done in three hours. So R&R please and read my other stories please!!!