XLVIII
"Leave this office," Godric growled. Helga squeezed his shoulders, preventing him from rising.
"I have no desire to linger, Godric, calm yourself," Salazar said loudly, removing his cloak and draping it across Helga's desk. "I wish to see Helena. I am not devoid of feeling; I am her father. She must be grieving."
"You do not know?" Helga gasped, amazed, as Godric made a noise of disgust.
"Know?" Salazar asked.
"Salazar, Helena is—"
"Here."
Salazar spun.
Helena had floated through the door, her dark eyes narrowed in her mother's glare. "Let my father see what has become of me."
XLIX
"Helena, that was…astounding," Helga said, sinking into her desk chair.
"I should have cursed him," Godric grumbled.
Helena stared at the door through which Salazar had just stormed. "He ruined my mother; I cannot forgive that. Even after all I did to her…he is equally responsible. If it were not for him…she would never have been burdened with me. She would be alive."
"Helena," Helga said, aghast. "Your mother loved you—"
"Yes," Helena agreed, smiling sadly. "And I her…but I should never have been born. My one comfort is that I have given her peace; he will never return."
These next two chapters are the finale...:(
So much sad. My next project is the next twelve months of Hearts of Ten, so hopefully that'll be happier...and then I've got something else for Helena coming down the pike.
The timing might be a little weird here, but these two take place within an hour of each other. Just so's ya know. And yeah, Helena pretty much gave Slytherin the bird. I need to write her more, she has a LOT of self-hatred...she and Snape should hang out some time.
Okay, now wait, that's a thought...
