~Flashback~

"You look very much like my father." Helena suddenly stated after studying him, causing Harry to look at her in surprise. "Your father?" Harry repeated causing Helena to smile stiffly. "My mother and father were lovers. I didn't really know that much about him, but I ended up meeting him on the day my mother died." Helena answered softly her face becoming overtaken by a look of regret. "I told my mother I hated her. Because she didn't tell me everything. Telling you were the Diadem is... It would be something she would encourage me to do." Harry was about to ask more questions but went silent when Helena rose a hand up and gestured for him to stay quiet. "It's here. In the castle. In the place where everything is hidden." Helena stated softly, floating away and staring at him with dark, piercing eyes. "If you'll have to ask, you'll never know. If you know, you need only ask." She added, causing Harry to finally understand. "Thank you." Harry murmured, his eyes filling with relief as he turned and sprinted away, leaving Helena to she watched him go, Helena used Legilimens to whisper her words to him. "May you remember my words, Harry Potter." She whispered, her eyes filling with silvery tears as she faded away. "And may you live long enough to know the truth."
~Flashback~

Harry sat on his bed, clasping his hands together in front of him as he stared at the wall in concentration. 'Why did Helena tell me these things?' He thought to himself, his grip tightening as he remembered her last words to him. Sighing, he fell back onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling with a thoughtful frown on his face. As he continued to wonder, Harry couldn't help but notice the painting Luna had made on his ceiling. Smiling softly at the beautiful portraits of his friends, Harry couldn't help but think of Luna. She was still as quirky as ever but that made Harry happy. She was like a breath of fresh air whenever he needed it. Whenever he got stressed, Luna would always greet him with a warm smile and make him laugh with her strange logic. She was very calm and kind to people who most others would ignore...
Like Helena.

Harry's eyes widened as he finally realised who he could ask about what Helena meant. Luna was the only one Helena ever interacted with and Harry was now sure that Luna could answer his many questions. Standing up quickly, Harry grabbed his jacket and closed his eyes as he thought of Luna's home. Taking a deep breath, Harry willed his magic to flow around him and squeezed his eyes together tightly as he felt the slightly sickening feeling of being torn from one area and dumped in another. When he opened his eyes, he smiled as he found himself outside of Luna's home. In the two years after the war, the combined efforts of everyone who were friends of his and Luna's had nearly made an identical match to the house that was destroyed by the Death Eaters. Beginning to walk towards the house, Harry blinked when something suddenly nearly tackled him over in a tight hug. Noticing light blonde waves flowing in his vision, Harry chuckled as he hugged Luna back just as tightly. "Hey there Luna!" Harry exclaimed when Luna finally let go of him and smiled serenely up at him.

"Hello Harry. I'm sorry for nearly tackling you over. I was chasing after a Griffle." Luna stated in her dreamy voice causing Harry to smile at her warmly. "It's fine Luna." He replied softly, causing Luna's smile to widen. "Luna, I haven't really come here for a friendly chat..." Harry stated reluctantly and smiled in an embarrassed manner when Luna laughed that soft, tinkling laugh of hers. "You can ask me anything Harry." She replied warmly, resting her dainty hand on Harry's shoulder. "Now, what's so important that you needed to come to me instead of Hermione?" She added, tilting her head as she studied Harry's face as he hesitantly asked her what he desperately wanted to know. "Luna... Who is Helena Ravenclaw's father?" Luna's warm and dreamy expression suddenly became serious and focused before Harry could even blink. She grasped his hand and began to pull him towards her house, walking in a determined manner.

"Papa, we're going upstairs to my room. I'll come down to grab some food later." Luna stated bluntly as she dragged Harry past her dumbstruck father who watched them both go up the stairs with a wide eyed look on his face. Harry didn't want to be rude so he said, "Hello Mr. Lovegood." and waved as Xenophilius' shocked face disappeared from view when he and Luna reached the top of the stairs. "Um, Luna? You can let me go now." Harry stated, causing the pale girl to look at their intertwined hands and blush. "Sorry Harry." She stated as she quickly let go of his hand and began to walk to her room, her usually pale face tinted red. Watching her go, Harry couldn't help but feel slightly sad that she had let go of his hand. Sighing, he followed Luna to her room and couldn't help but look up to see if the painting she had made was still there. Smiling happily when he found it in the same place as it was before, Harry couldn't help but notice that his painting was slightly bigger than the other's.

"Do you like it?" Luna's soft voice rang out causing Harry to glance at her smiling face. Smiling in return, Harry looked up at it once again and replied, "Of course I do." What Harry didn't notice was that Luna's face flushed slightly as she looked down at her feet with a small smile. When he did turn back to look at her, Harry walked over and sat down in a chair beside her bed. "Luna?" He asked, causing the younger woman to glance at him with a questioning look on her face. "Would you be able to tell me who Helena's father is now?" Harry added as Luna's face became serious with his question. "It isn't something I can speak of lightly Harry." Luna replied, her usually calm and dreamy voice became sharp and edged as she stared at him. "I need you to keep an open mind alright? Helena only told me about this when I was a year 5. It took her that long to be able to trust me enough to talk about it." She continued, as Harry leaned forward and stared into her focused silver eyes. "I will." He whispered as Luna settled herself comfortably on the bed and took a few moments to contemplate her words.

"Helena's father was Marcellus Potter."
Harry's eyes widened as he realised that Helena was a distant relation of his. Marcellus Potter was his ancestor from the time of the Founders and he apparently knew all the Founder's and was close friends with them. "So Helena is related to me?" Harry practically whispered in a completely awestruck manner which caused Luna to smile. "Yes Harry. Helena is also the one who contributed to make the trademark Potter appearance." Luna explained with a mysterious smile on her face as Harry leaned forward, eager for more information. "After she disappeared with Rowena's Diadem, she fell in love with an Albanian man and she became pregnant with his child. When the Bloody Baron finally found her, he was overcome with jealousy and rage when he found her with her child and husband." Luna continued to speak with a passionate expression on her face and Harry couldn't help but stare at her. It made her face light up with life and Harry couldn't stop thinking, 'How beautiful...' Before refocusing his attention on Luna's words.

"He ended up killing her and her husband in his rage, leaving their child an orphan. When he finally calmed down, he decided to take Helena's child to Rowena and beg her for forgiveness for the crime he had committed. Rowena took Helena's child as her own, but ended up banishing the Bloody Baron because she couldn't bring herself to forgive the man who killed Helena." Harry noticed that Luna didn't say 'the man who killed her daughter' but made no notice of it. Instead, he asked, "How did Rowena and Marcellus meet Luna?" Causing Luna to pause and stare at him with uncertain eyes. Noticing her behaviour, Harry slowly asked Luna another question. "Luna, what is it? Weren't Rowena and Marcellus lovers?" Luna sighed and stared at the floor before finally looking up at Harry with a tense look on her face. "Rowena was engaged and happily married to Salazar Slytherin." Her words caused Harry to do a double take. "Wait what?" His dumbstruck words caused Luna to slightly smile as she took a deep breath.

"Then why is Helena's last name Ravenclaw?" Harry questioned with a confused expression on his face as he stared at Luna, who sighed. "Her last name isn't Ravenclaw, Harry. Helena's real name is Helena Hufflepuff-Potter." Luna stated softly, staring at Harry as he finally put two and two together. "So you mean-" "Yes Harry." Harry fell silent as Luna smiled at him.

"Helena is the illegitimate daughter of Helga Hufflepuff and your ancestor, Marcellus Potter."

Hey there :D
Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of my story 'Not So Much A Ravenclaw'. Now, in the next chapter, the Founder's appearances are completely different from what most people would expect, so please don't be alarmed with how I describe them xD
Really hoped you liked it! And please R&R :)
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