A/N: I'M BAAAAACK! Did ya miss me? Hey, don't blame me for not showing up, blame school for keeping me so busy!

Disclaimer: Do I still have to tell you guys this? I don't own these people, people!

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As the Sorting was held once again, the Founders gathered at the end of the Hall. But, unknown to them, they were being watched. Helena Ravenclaw stood in the Entrance Hall, hidden to all. She normally would not have come down to the Hall until the Feast had begun, but this time, she mad an exception. It had been 950 years to the day since she had betrayed her mother's trust and left Hogwarts, and she wanted to see if her mother had noticed. A wave of bitterness rose inside her at that thought. Of course her mother hadn't noticed. How could she? She was always so concerned with the students. Even after she had died, she was more concerned with "always remain hidden" and "don't be impatient" and "don't frighten the students". It sickened Helena. How could she value her students over her own daughter? Helena scowled, and moved closer, just in case her mother had thought of her this evening. Not that she would have, but you know, just in case.

"Interesting line-up this year, don't you think?" Helga asked her best friend.

"Oh yes, lots of new students this year, what do you think, Salazar?" Rowena replied absently.

"I think that that small boy is either part goblin, or someone made a mistake about his age." said Salazar coolly. "He looks about six."

"Hmm..." was all Rowena had to say.

"Is she alright?" whispered Godric to Helga.

"I don't know. It's not like we can get sick or anything. She must just have something on her mind." answered Helga worriedly. "Still, it's not like her to pay so little attention. It must be really bothering her."

I should really go find her, thought Rowena. It's been 950 years. Why doesn't she talk to me any more? I never thought he would actually kill her. He loved her so... Helga interrupted her musings.

"What do you think of this boy, Rowena? He looks intelligent enough." she asked.

"I still don't think half-breeds should be allowed to attend Hogwarts." sniffed Salazar.

"Who cares what you think, though?" replied Rowena.

"You did! Five minutes ago you asked me what I thought of the new students!"

"That was before you started spouting all that pure-blood nonsense! Again! Yes, any witch or wizard is admitted to Hogwarts, get over it!"

"Would you two give it a rest! Rowena, you're always saying that we shouldn't draw attention to ourselves, so practice what you preach and pipe down! Salazar, we talked about this several years ago and you've been so good for the past few years, don't spoil it now!" ranted Helga.

"Wow, they're still waiting on that little kid. I wonder why the Hat's taking so long to Sort him?" asked Godric.

"Because it's stuck between two houses, probably. I'd like to know which ones though." answered Rowena.

Helena turned away. She couldn't bear to listen any more. Clearly, her mother didn't care about her any more than she had when she sent the Baron after her. That careless action had resulted in both Helena and the Baron dying. Helena was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the Hat finally shouting "RAVENCLAW!", or Rowena turning and finally seeing her daughter standing in the Entrance Hall. Or Rowena running after her, and sinking onto the stairs and coughing out tearless sighs when she vanished.

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I know, it's kind of a sad chapter.

Just so you know, the next few chapters are all from the same year, just different people.