These four chapters were based on grief and forgiveness. My partner (starry reason) wrote the second half of this whole story. This is for the Big/Lil' Sis Team Prompt Competition by dimitrisgirl18. The Founders and Marauders era chapters are mine, and the Next gen and Trio era chapters are starry reason's.
Word: forgotten, Emotion: grief. Founders era.
"...soon, Helena will have forgotten all about me and I'll die thinking that she couldn't stand being around me. Just tell her that I forgive her. I know Helena, she'll do something rash and then feel guilty over it right after she does it." Rowena's voice was small, and for the first time in her life, she looked helpless.
Rowena Ravenclaw took her last breath, thinking of her beautiful, treacherous daughter. Gone because of her broken heart. Still, she never blamed Helena for her jealousy and if she was there, Rowena would've mustered all the strength she had left to grasp Helena's hands in her own, and told her that she had been forgiven.
She shut her eyes forcibly, her heart was beating erratically.
"Helena," he pleaded. "Just come back to Hogwarts to see your mother one last time before she's gone."
"No! I-I can't. I just can't face her and look into her eyes, especially after I stole her diadem." His rough hands rested on her shoulders, trying to be comforting. She flinched the slightest bit from his touch, and with a sigh, he let his arms fall back to his sides.
"Listen Helena! You're going to come with me to see your mother who is deathly ill and only wishes to see you one last time. If you don't, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." His weary face, already tired at 19, showed hints of impatience now.
"...I'm not going with you. I'm not going to talk to my mother. And I'm not going to suddenly fall in love with you like you want me to, so stop pretending that you're only here to bring me back and finally admit that the only reason that you're here is because you think that I'll be so grateful to you for helping me make the 'right choice' that I'll start making all these years that you pathetically mooned over me worthwhile!
His eyes flared with rage at her words and he raised both his arms over his head, clutching a sharp object.