The Rainbow
A/N: Italics are her memories. Other parts are her thoughts. Oh, and I don't own Helena Ravenclaw or the Bloody Baron or the Grey Lady...just the plot. Enjoy:
The Rainbow. It fascinates me. I know that it is just something which is formed by droplets of water and sunlight. It is shameful if I do not know of that, being the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, the greatest and cleverest witch of all times. And so, I know of it. And yet, it fascinates me. How can just sunlight and water create something so glorious, so beautiful and so mystifying? The colurs, their blend, their shape...exhilarating.
I have always believed that everybody's life is a rainbow. And mine was so too. However unbelievable it sounds -- yes, the life of The Grey Lady was a rainbow too. Once upon a time.
She laughed. He was so wonderful. She knew she loved him; but she hadn't told him yet, of course. She would tell him, soon. And then, she saw a rainbow. It was a good omen. She loved the rainbow. It fascinated her. Her life was a rainbow too. And she loved her life. She loved the green of the grass, the blue of the sky, the reds and oranges of the glowing, setting sun... and most of all, the pleasant yellow of his laugh, his warmth. Oh, how she loved that. Yes, she definitely loved her life. She laughed again.
She ran. She knew the act was shameful -- digusting even. And she knew, that he would never love her. Yet, she ran. She had the Diadem at last. She would outshine her mother -- the cleverest witch of all. But she wouldn't be called that anymore. Helena Ravenclaw would be the cleverest, greatest witch of all times. She smiled through her tears. All was not lost still, though almost all was.
And then, he came. The Baron. Her life, however, was still a rainbow. But now, the colours changed. The blues were her mood. The green was her consuming envy. The oranges and yellows were the colours of the flames of her anger, her jealousy. Before she knew it, the red was blood. And she was dead.
The times have changed. The story of my life is still known to only two people -- Tom Marvolo Riddle and Harry Potter. One is dead, and the other does not probably remember me. And so, my secret is safe. I see the children laugh, cry, be angry. Their lives are rainbows, like everybody's. Except for me - the Grey Lady. The title is almost a little too perfect for me. I can now do nothing, be nothing. My life now (or should I say 'after-life') is just an even shade of grey. Suffocating grey. How I wish...
A/N: This was written for the Rainbow Project in the Reviews Lounge. Go pay that forum a visit! It rocks!! Oh, and REVIEW!