Okay, this is a weird one, inspired by a fic called After the Battle, which I think is on It mentions an English queen who was also Headmistress of Hogwarts.

Please, please review - simply because of its oddness!

It is time.

Spain is defeated. The Queen of Scots is dead. England rides high on a wave of triumph and hope.

...and it is time for me to lay down one of my sacred charges, and take up the other which has been so long neglected. My shadow in the sun, which has always followed me flying.

Now at last I will pursue it.

But first I must tell the truth. The legend they tell of me, their white hope and virgin queen, is not the whole story.

It is true that my mother died at the block on charges of adultery and witchcraft when I was little more than a babe. It is true that many years of neglect followed, before my father's marriage to Katherine Parr changed my life. It is true that when my father died, I went to live with my stepmother, and was then most scandalously pursued by her new husband, Tom Seymour.

A handsome man, a charming man... a man of much wit and very little judgement.

My poor stepmother died in childbed, believing that all she had loved had played her false. Seymour began to take greater and greater risks. Already a powerful man he chose to gamble his life for the highest stakes of all : the hand of a princess of the blood. He failed spectacularly, and it was only by great good fortune that I and mine did not follow him to the block.

According to the tale they tell of me, at this point I went into seclusion. Those few times I did appear I was pious and sober and dressed in plain robes of black wool. I became the Protestant Princess, the King's entirely beloved sister.

They do not know that the rest of the time, I time I spent away from the public gaze... I spent at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Naturally, with my pride, my colouring and my rank, I was Sorted into Gryffindor. There my heritage was honoured; there I did not feel it necessary to hang my head with shame when the name Anne Boleyn was pronounced. My mother was a powerful witch, they said, but she did not deserve to die for that. Their acceptance won them my undying friendship, and I am a friend not won with trifles, nor lost with the like.

In our soothsaying lessons they said that I would indeed be Queen, that I would draw the country together and defeat a powerful foe. This I have done.

They said that in addition to my duty to my country, I owed another duty : to Hogwarts. For centuries Howard women have taken their places as leaders in the wizarding world, and this I must do also. For I am married to my country : not simply the Catholic portion, the Protestant or the Puritan - but to all of it, Muggle and Wizard alike, regardless of what they believe. My duty is to rule their bodies, not to make windows into their souls.

And so now I will lay down my crown, my sceptre and my orb : these symbols of Muggle majesty and power. I will abdicate in favour of the King of Scots and find a delicious irony in the knowledge that Mary wanted this above all things.

I am Elizabeth of England.

I have been princess, bastard, princess again, declared traitor, virgin, goddess, lover and Queen.

I sign the scrolls detailing my abdication in favour of my cousin's son, and feel that part of me which has henceforth been my shadow in the sun come forth.

I have been divided always. I am, and not. I freeze and yet I burn, since from myself, my other self I turn...

I am Elizabeth of England.

I am also Elizabeth Tudor, one time pupil of Hogwarts, and now its new Head Mistress.

My duties are fulfilled, and I am complete.

At last I am free of my shadow.