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HEYHEYHEYHEY! I'm So excited for you all to read this chapter! I tried to post it yesterday but the website wouldn't let me:/ Oh WELL. GET READY FOR THIS CHAPTER! It's super long, to make up for the lack of an update, sorry about that! And I really like this chapter because you find out a little about Helena and maybe a decendent;). All will will be revealed! Well not all but some I have so many things in store for this story.
P.S. Somebody asked if there will be and Quinn and Rory in the story. This chapter is almost strickly Mercedes and some Sam, but Rory and Quinn will have a little somethin' in later chapters. I'll see if I can get it started next chapter for ya .
ANYWAYS ENJOY! And PLEASE REVIEW! Sorry for the writing and the spelling, I got excited wrote it down, then tried to get it posted:/ I'll correct it when I can
Ravenclaw's Heir
All the first years stood in the Herbology building waiting for Professor Sprout to enter the room. Sam stood in between Quinn and Finn, who both laughed at something Sam didn't hear. Instead his focus was on how much fun the people across from him were having.
"So Mercy, what do you think we'll do?" Rory asked Mercedes who stood next to him and across from Sam.
Mercedes gave him a sweet smile that made Sam frown 'That's my smile' he thought selfishly. "I don't know Rory. But don't worry I'll help you with it."
"Samsam?" a female voice asked from next to him. Sam slowly turned his head to see Quinn frowning at him, "Didn't you hear Finn? Their letting first years try out for Quidditch. Aren't you excited? I mean your dad is like the second most famous Gryffindor Quidditch player, after Mr. Potter of course."
Sam shrugged his shoulders, trying to hide his excitement and play it cool, "I guess that's pretty cool. I might try out." Sam looked back in front of him and caught Mercedes's gaze, but instead of feeling happy by it, his heart wrenched when she glared and looked back to Rory next to her. Sam felt the hot tears behind his eyes as he tried to fight them down. Lucky for him, Professor Sprout came in. "Morning class. Does everybody have their Mandrake roots in front of them?" She asked without wasting time. Everybody nodded their heads, "Alright good. So today we will be replanting Mandrake roots. Now does anybody know what Mandrake roots are for?" She asked.
Mercedes raised her hand "The Mandrake root is used when a person has been petrified. It brings them back to their natural state. But the cry of the Mandrake can kill anyone who hears it."
"Correct! Thank you Miss Jones." She said happily.
Rory patted Mercedes on the back and Tina high fived her from her other side. Mercedes smiled brightly until a pretend cough came from in front of her.
"*cough*Suckup*cough*"
"Miss Fabrey, is everything alright?" Professor Sprout asked.
"Of course, just had an annoying lump in my throat ." She said while smiling smugly at Mercedes.
Mercedes glared back at her then quickly turned her attention back to the lesson. "Now, the Mandrakes that we are using are premature so they won't kill you but they do have the power to knock you out for a couple of hours. So grab the earmuffs next to the pots and put them on… Quickly, Quickly… Alrighty class pay attention. Lift up the mandrake!" A painful cried hit the air making as the Professor Sprout lifted the little baby like plant into the air making all the student cringe at the sound. "Then place them into the other pot. And cover them with soil."
Suddenly Rory fell to the ground next to Mercedes. "It seems Mr. Flanagan has been playing with his earmuffs." She said shaking her head, as Mercedes bent down to see if he was still breathing.
"No Professor… I think he just fainted." Mercedes spoke up.
Everybody in the class snickered except for Brittany, Kurt, Mike, Blaine, Kurt, Artie, and Tina, who looked at their friend with worry. "Oh well… He'll be fine leave him there, alright now you all try." The class when on and on for what seemed like forever, until the grandfather clock rang and class was dismissed for the day.
Mike and Blaine drug Rory to the nurses with Artie, Kurt, and Tina right behind them. However Brittany was terrified of the nurse, so Mercedes and her decided to go watch the Ravenclaw Quidditch tryouts that were being held on the pitch.
As they walked through the castle, laughing and talking without a care in the world, it quickly stopped when they were about to walk out onto the pitch when three people blocked their way.
"And where do you two nerds think you're going?" Finn asked rudely.
"That's none of your business!" Mercedes spat back.
"Well seeing that this is the Gryffindor practice time it is our business!" Quinn yelled back, giving Mercedes a little shove in the process.
Two other kids approached the scene, "Hey! What's going on here? A little fight, eeyy? Without a Slytherin it ain't nothin'." The little Latina girl said with her hands folded over her chest.
"Are you ok Mercedes?" The Mohawk boy asked.
"I'm fine Puck." Mercedes whispered.
"Hey stop being mean to Mercy!" Brittany yelled back to the blonde, that she towered over.
"Oh, you need your girlfriend to stand up for you, Mercedes?" Quinn asked in a mocking tone.
"She isn't my girlfriend, Brit is my BEST FRIEND!" Mercedes yelled those last words looking straight at Sam who looked away trying to escape the daggers her eyes were casting him.
"Ha. Mercedes and Brittany sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G"
"STOP IT!" Mercedes yelled, with tears running down her face.
Santana shifted uncomfortably for a moment before she remembered what she was assigned do. Quickly she leaned over to Sam and whispered something in his ear that Mercedes couldn't hear.
"First comes love then comes marriage." Quinn continued with Finn laughing hysterically and punched Sam on the arm for him to join in. Following his friend, Sam joined in on the laughter. Santana glared at him; obviously he hadn't done what she wanted him to.
"Then comes the baby in the baby carriage"
Mercedes couldn't handle it anymore as she let the tears stream down her face, before she turned on her heels and ran away. She couldn't believe Sam joined in with them, and that's what brought her to her breaking point. She ran as fast as she could go, not knowing exactly where she was going but she knew she needed to get away from them. Through the castle and down a hall, then another, then another, she had no idea where she was but she didn't care.
Mercedes came to a halt when the hall split left or right. She could hear Brittany behind her calling out to her, but right now she wanted to be alone.
"This way." A soft velvety voice sang through the air towards Mercedes's delicate ears.
Without a second thought Mercedes turned left to follow the voice that lead her down a long windy staircase to a square balcony with an opening in the middle, that was guarded by railing for the hole opened to the sky, and fell all the way to the ground. Mercedes whipped the tears from her face as she gazed around at the emptiness of the place. Everything was grey, and a dull royal blue, but somehow it was comforting.
Mercedes sat next to the staircase, on the ground looking through the railing that protected her from falling off into the center. "Mercedes." The soft velvety voice ran out once again, but this time it was closer.
Mercedes was too drained from crying to stand, "Whose there?" She asked, through her tears. But nothing happened for a minute until a little light formed in the opening, and floated towards Mercedes.
Quickly she sat up straight and gazed in wonder at the little ball of light. It was amazing how this little light was making Mercedes feel. It was warm, and comforting, and made her feel safer then she had ever felt before. "Who are you?" she said as the tears began to dry.
Then the light began to take form. It changed into a ghost, with long black hair, and beautiful big brown eyes. Or what Mercedes assumed were brown eyes, for the Ghost gave off no color, other than different shades of grey. At the realization of the Ghost in front of her Mercedes threw her hands over her mouth in shock. "You're… You're the Grey Lady."
The Ghost was the most beautiful woman Mercedes had ever seen. Her hair went down to her mid back in ringlets, and her lips were plump on her face. She was taller than the average woman, and was thin with curves. But when Mercedes named her as the Grey Lady her features turned cold. "I do not answer to that name."
The Ghost began to move away, but Mercedes stood and chased after it, "I'm sorry! You're not the Grey Lady… You're Helena, Helena Ravenclaw."
At the mention of her real name the Ghost stopped and looked at Mercedes, with a soft smile that reminded her of something… but she couldn't put her figure on what.
"And you are Mercedes Jones." She said lightly while motioning for Mercedes to sit on the ground.
The little girl sat on the ground and the Ghost followed suit, which was a little odd, considering she folded her legs in the air, and then lowered herself onto the ground. "How do you know my name?" Mercedes asked.
The woman laughed, which filled Mercedes's heart with joy at the beautiful sound, "How do you know mine?"
"Everybody does! Well not everybody… But all the important people know who you are! You are like the smartest person to ever live." Mercedes let her excitement get a hold of her, which made Helena laugh even harder.
"I could say the same for you little one. All "important" people know who you are too." Helena brushed a long, soft ringlet behind her ear, and waited for Mercedes to process what she had just said.
"Why would anybody know who I am? I'm just a nobody." Mercedes said quietly with her head pointed to the ground, while she twiddled her fingers in her lap.
"Child. Why do you disregard yourself as a nobody, when you are more then you could ever dream of being?" the Ghost placed a finger under Mercedes's chin. It was a weird sensation, Mercedes couldn't feel flesh, but she felt a warmth that rose her chin to look Helena in the eyes. "Mercedes Jones, don't you ever call yourself a nobody again… take it from someone who is." Helena removed her hand, and suddenly Mercedes missed her feeling.
"How are you a nobody? You are the most famous Ravenclaw of ALL, besides your mother." Mercedes instantly regretted mentioning Rowena when she saw the darkness come to the Ghost's eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned her… but can I ask you one thing?" when Helena nodded so Mercedes continued.
"Did you really steal the tiara because you wanted to be the smartest person alive?" Mercedes was scared to hear her answer but her curiosity got the better of her.
"That was the reason, but it was for a different cause then everybody thinks…" Helena said with her head held high, "But nobody believes me…"
"I believe you. If you tell me the story, I'll believe you." Mercedes said with a smile that made the darkness leave Helena's eyes.
"Of course you will. You are so much like your mother, Mercedes. Always wanting to see the best in people. I used to be like that you know. Until he came along." Helena mumbled the last few words to herself thinking that Mercedes didn't hear her.
"Until who came along?" Mercedes asked.
Helena looked to Mercedes with a look that made the young Ravenclaw feel like she was sizing her up, "If I tell you, you mustn't tell anyone. Promise?" She asked.
Mercedes held out her pinkie "I pinkie promise." Helena studied her little finger "You're supposed to link my pinkie with your pinkie to form the promise."
Helena smiled and did so, making Mercedes feel the warmth on her little finger, before she dropped her hand and wrapped it around her knees as she pulled them to her chest, like she does when her mother tells her a story.
"Well, where to begin? How about I start when I was your age. The day I was sorted…" Suddenly Helena waved a hand at the space behind her. Slowly, mist came down from the opening and filled the room. Then as if that was not weird enough the mist took form, and soon the Great Hall was now sitting in the small room.
"WOW. How are you doing this?" Mercedes whispered as she stood and looked around at the different tables; four empty and a long table in the front of the room, where Mercedes remembered the head master sat. But instead a man with a deep blond beard sat with a golden chest plate, and silver chainmail underneath, with a blood red robe material over the chest plate, and his silver sword with rubies on the hilt sat across the table in front of him.
Next to him on his left sat a happy, plump woman wearing a yellow witch's hat, and a black gown, with a yellow badger clipped on her yellow apron, and a small yellow and silver trophy sitting in front of her.
On his left; a women with raven black hair was talking to the blade man next to her. Her face looked just like Helena's except for her eyes that were a deep blue just like her royal blue dress that hung loosely on her like it was almost liquid. And on top of her head sat a blue and silver tiara that Mercedes had heard so much about, it seemed to sparkle and shine in all direction even thou it looked old and worn.
The man next to her wore all black, which contrasted to his green eyes, and pale skin. He was much older than the others at the table by the look of his worn and cracked face. and it just further proved the point when she saw his beard that was white with a few grey streaks that inched themselves down his beard unevenly. Then finally, around his neck was a silver and green locket, with a serpent encrusted on top.
"Are those the founders? Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, and… Rowena Ravenclaw?" Mercedes whispered in disbelief.
Helena laughed lightly again, "You know you do not have to whisper little one. No one can hear you. We are invisible to them, for this is my memory... Follow me." Helena glided to stand next to the sorting hat that was placed on a stool just like the one from this year's sorting.
"There I am." Helena said pointing down at a little girl with her hair in long black curly pigtails staring terrified at the sorting hat.
"You'll get into Ravenclaw Helena, you'll do it." The little girl coaxed herself on. For how far away they were Mercedes could see and hear her as if she was right next to her.
"Don't worry about Ena." A little boy next to her spoke. But the boy's face was blurred, all Mercedes could make out was a necklace that lay on his chest, of a little golden lion, "My Father said the founder's will get their kids in their house. Don't worry."
"Who is that?" Mercedes asked, "And why is his face blurred?"
"My mother erased his face from my memory… That is Golidric Gryffindor." Helena said with a mean glare on her face, and a small tear that made its way down her cheek.
"Is he related to Godric Gryffindor?"
"He is his son." She said plainly.
"Golie, what if I don't get in and my mother is ashamed of me?" Little Helena said softly, but Golidric took her hand in his.
"Don't worry about it. It is impossible for you to be sorted into any house other than Ravenclaw."
"He's right you know." A squeaky voice rang from behind the two of them. "But lucky for me, I can go to Ravenclaw, unlike Golidric."
"Shut-up Baron!" The little boy spat back at him.
Suddenly the scene changed. "Where are we going now?" Mercedes asked
But Helena didn't answer as more tears began to form under her death glare. When the scene finally settled Mercedes and Helena were standing at the front doors to Hogwarts castle.
"Where is he?" A young female voice asked herself. When Mercedes turned around she saw a younger teenaged Helena with her trunk full of cloths and her wand in her hand.
Then a set of frantic footsteps came running towards her. Before Mercedes saw Golidric run around the corner with his trunk and wand in his hands. "Sorry I'm late." He whispered softly as he ran up to her and kissed her lips.
Mercedes couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped her when she saw the two kiss.
"Where were you?" the younger Helena asked.
"I had to tell my mother goodbye." More footsteps could be heard from the way Golidric came, so they quickly gathered their things and ran out the doors.
The scene began to shift again.
"Why did you run away ?" Mercedes asked.
"Because we were in love." The scene settled again but this time they were in the head master's office.
Helena and Golidric were sitting on their trunks holding each other's hands while Rowena and Godric stood with scowls on their faces.
"What were you thinking Golidric? If it wasn't for Baron over hearing you talking to your mother, we never would have found you! You thought you two could just run away and we would let you be!" The founder of Gryffindor's face was blood red, and the veins in his neck and head popped out so far Mercedes was scared it would pop.
"I LOVE HER FATHER! AND I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU OR ROWENA STOP US FROM BEING WITH ONE ANOTHER!" Golidric stood and walked face to face with his father, coming within a few inches.
"You better step down son, or you will regret it." He said softly, but forcefully.
"What are you going to do if I don't?"
Instantly the vision evaporated and Mercedes and Helena sat in the same positions from before the trip in Helena's memories.
"Why did it stop?" Mercedes asked with her heart racing.
"Because… my pain stops me there. That moment in time, is when everything changed." Helena looked straight forward and straight through Mercedes. "It was when our parent placed the curse."
"Why is it so painful? And what curse?" Mercedes asked confused.
"You'll find out I'm afraid. But it was so painful, because that was when our parents stepped in. Don't you get it little Ravenclaw? Our parents didn't want us together because they wanted their own blood lines. They didn't want their only children picking each other, because then who would the heir belong to? The Ravenclaw house? Or the Gryffindor house?"
"Well… My mom always said they shouldn't mix anyways… so maybe it was a good thing?" Mercedes suggested.
"Of course your Mother would believe that. I was the one who told her!" Helena yelled out of her furry.
Mercedes sat stunned for a moment; she couldn't wrap her mind around her mother talking to Helena. It seemed so weird to think about that actually happening. "You know my mother?"
Helena took a deep breathe that was unneeded, "Your mother came to me much like you did, crying. It was a boy. Some boy was being mean to her, and she didn't understand why, so I told her why the boy was being so mean to her, but she didn't listen to my advice… and ended up with her heart broken." Helena shook her head in anger. "And I can guess why you were crying too. Let me guess does it have anything to do with a Gryffindor?" She spat out hatefully.
Mercedes stood with her mouth wide open while her heart began to race. 'How did she know that?' Mercedes thought.
"Do you want me to tell you which Gryffindor?"
But Mercedes looked confused.
"No? I can sense your hesitation. Your mother was hesitant too. And I made the mistake of not sharing everything with her… So I will with you. Let me show you one more memory."
Helena changed the scene one more time to reveal a teenage girl sitting on the balcony with her knees held to her chest and tears streaming down her face. Her semi-chocolate skin was natural for any person of half-white and half- black blood. Her Raven hair lay in curls on her head, which was pinned back with a small clip in the shape of an owl. Helena in ghost form sat beside the girl rubbing her back in circles trying to calm her down.
"I told you my darling." Helena said to the girl while still rubbing her back. "I told you to stay away from him. I told you not to trust him." She said lightly.
"I know Mother, but I thought… I just thought he loved me." She said through her hiccups.
Mercedes covered her mouth as the woman called Helena "Mother". 'It couldn't be possible…could it?' Mercedes thought to herself.
"Wanda, I told you to stay away from those Gryffindors. Exceptionally him!" Helena said forcefully.
Wanda stood up and began to pace around "I know Mum! You don't have to keep reminding me! I couldn't help it thou! It was like something was pulling me towards him! Something I can't even explain!"
"Wanda?" A male voice hollered from the staircase where Helena sat. Instantly Helena turned into the ball of light and went out of sight.
"What do you want?" Wanda asked coldly, as a green eyed blond teen turned the corner. His eyes were red and swollen and the tears were still fresh on his face.
"Wanda, I'm so sorry." He said approaching her, but she held out her hand in his direction, and he stopped.
"Don't. We both knew this was going to happen. Our parents warned us about this how long ago? It was only a matter of time, before you broke my heart." Wanda turned away from him to mask her tears, but when he came behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist she couldn't move out of his grasp.
"Please, Wanda… I don't even know why I did it. I didn't want to, I just…" The man looked so much like someone Mercedes knew but she couldn't figure out whom. The young man was muscular, and tall, but his eyes were so familiar to her.
"I know. But we can't be together." Wanda finally moved out of his arms, and turned to face him. "This is our last year of Hogwarts… I'm not going to stay here."
"But what about what we planned?" The tears began to flow heavily down his eyes. "We'll get a small house in London, have 3, 4, 10 kids, I DON'T CARE! I JUST WANT TO BE WITH YOU!" He yelled.
Mercedes whipped the tears from her eyes as she saw the woman's heart shattering right in front of her.
"IT CAN'T BE LIKE THAT! IT CAN'T! ROWENA AND GORDIC MADE SURE OF THAT!" Wanda yelled back. They both grew silent at the mention of the founders, until Wanda calmed down and began again, "I'm leaving. I'm moving to America, and… I don't know... Penelope and Arthur said they would come with me… I just need to get as far away from you as I can."
The man glared "I'm not going to let you just run away from me Wanda. I'm going to find you. No matter where you are. I will find you, and we WILL be together."
"Samuel, just let me go. Please." She cried to him while walking over and wresting her hands on his chest. "Please, I can't do this anymore. You're programed to break my heart, and I can't deal with that for a life time."
Samuel grabbed her hands while his head hung low, "I didn't mean to. I swear, Love. It just happened." Slowly he brought her hands to his lips and kissed each knuckle.
"It's best this way. And besides… your family is different than mine. Someone like Elaina Evans will be a better suit for you. And Lance is better for me."
Samuel's nose scrunched up at the sound of Lance's name, "Why would you think that… Jones, is a better suit for you? And Elaina? Really I can barely stand the woman!"
Wanda laughed softly, "Well then why did you kiss her?"
Samuel grew quiet, "I told you I don't know…"
A loud ring from the grandfather clock meant the start of their next class, and Wanda being a Ravenclaw, was not going to be late for her last exams.
The two gazed into each other's eyes before Wanda reached up on her tip toes and placed a soft kiss on the young man's cheek and whispered into his ear, "Please don't come after me. It is better this way; I don't want us to end like our parents."
With a small smile Wanda began to walk away, until Samuel caught her arm, and pulled her back into him. "I'll never let you go, without trying. And at least our parents tried to be together, but you are running away from me, form us. And I won't let that happen so easily." Finally he released her and headed back up the stairs for his next class leaving the woman standing stunned in the room.
Then the woman disappeared and all that was left in the balcony room was Helena and Mercedes, who both stood quiet.
"Mercedes?" Helena asked as she glanced down at the speechless girl.
But Mercedes didn't answer, she couldn't. So many questions were racing through her young mind. 'Who was that guy? How did Helena and Golidric end? Why did they blame not being together on Rowena and Godric? And…'
"Why did my Mommy call you Mother?" Mercedes asked curiously, "I'm not… You're not my…"
Helena smiled softly and glanced down at the little girl, while brushing a hand on her soft plump cheek, "Your mother, Wanda Helena Jones, was once known as Wanda Helena Ravenclaw my dear. Your mother is my daughter, which makes you my granddaughter. And you the heir to Ravenclaw house."
Mercedes gasped, and her heart began to race, making her little chest heave up and down, and her nostrils flare with excitement and fear. Mercedes wondered why her mother never told her, until she remembered a story her Mom once told.
"I'm not the Ravenclaw heir from the prophecy am I?" Mercedes said with fear in her eyes.
The Ghost suddenly looked sad, and little tears fell down her face. Helena didn't need to answer, Mercedes already knew.
"I'm sorry my child."
The little girl shook her head angrily, "No… NO!" She yelled as she stomped her foot on the ground, and cried heavily. "I WON'T! I WON'T EVER BETRAY RAVENCLAW LIKE THAT!" She yelled with her eyes closed tight.
Helena glided over to the child and rested her hands on her shoulders which calmed Mercedes down, "It has been fore told little one, you cannot change it."
"I WON'T DO IT!" Mercedes yelled as she ran away from the Ghost, running up the staircase and back down the long hall from before. Her eyes were blurry from her tears so her vision was hazy causing her to run into someone. Mercedes tumbled backwards and fell onto her butt.
"Oh my gosh! Are you ok?" A little boy asked, as he helped her up. Mercedes rubbed her butt and whipped her tears away before she looked up to come face to face with Sam.
"I'm fine" She said before she brushed past him, hitting his shoulder with her hand to get him out of her way. Mercedes walked a few steps thinking she was alone.
"You don't look fine." Sam asked as he followed her.
"Stop following me Samsam." Mercedes said with a cold tone, she was not in the mood to have Sam make fun of her today.
Sam finally caught up to her, and made her stop walking by standing in her path. "Look I'm sorry! I know I've been a butthead but… I just… I don't know, I guess I just want the other Gryffindors to like me."
Mercedes crossed her arms and looked at him with her hip sticking to the left and her head tilted right, "You're more than just a butthead Sam. You're a jerk,"
"I know"
"A meanie,"
"I know"
"And a terrible friend!"
"I know." Sam said his head was so low, Mercedes couldn't see his eyes because his hair had fallen to cover them. "I don't know why I was so mean to you… I just… I don't know, but I promise I won't be mean EVER again… I still wanna be your friend Cedes…"
Mercedes felt a little bad for yelling at him, she knew she was taking out her anger on him right now, but for some reason looking at him and being near him made her push everything that had just happened into the back of her mind. And she knew he was sorry, and for some reason she just couldn't be mad at him, "I'm sorry too Sammy, for yelling at you."
Sam's head snapped up, and he whipped a tear away, "You called me Sammy." He said with a large smile.
Which made Mercedes giggle and roll her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I figure that sounds better than Samsam." Mercedes giggled again and smiled brightly at Sam, which seemed to make him smile even brighter.
"I have no idea why Quinn keeps calling me that! I hate when people call me anything but Sam."
Mercedes frowned, "I call you Sammy."
Sam blushed a little and shifted his weight from foot to foot, "Well… I don't mind when you call me Sammy, Cedes."
Mercedes blushed back just as hard, "Well that's good." The two began to walk, not knowing where they were going, just talking catching up on the last few weeks. She wanted so badly to tell Sam about Helena, and everything she had seen and found out, but she made a promise to her Grandmother, that she couldn't break. Mercedes stopped walking when another question popped up in her head.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked.
"Well… You said you don't like when people call you anything but Sam."
"Yeah?"
"Well why don't you like people calling you Samuel? Isn't that your full name?" Mercedes asked curiously, she wasn't sure why she was asking this, but something was telling her she needed that information.
Sam shrugged, "I don't like when people call me that 'cause it reminds me of my Dad. Everybody calls him Samuel, and I'm Sam." Sam laughed his light, dorky laugh, "Sometimes I forget I'm name Samuel, and not just Sam."
Mercedes giggled and the two continued walking, but Mercedes didn't like Sam's answer, something, or someone inside of her was telling her this was bad thing, a very bad thing.
WHOW! I hope your mind is blown! And if you have questions about the prophecy, I ain't tellin' you nothin'! You'll find out and believe me it will be worth the wait;) Please REVIEW!