Harry Potter and the Return of Lord Voldemort Part 30

A/N: I deleted the fourteenth chapter, so I could make space for one more Chapter.

"I don't understand," Harry protested. "How could you be Rowena Ravenclaw? You'd have to be at least a thousand years old!" Ron, however, turned on to Hermione.

"You knew about this?" he asked in an accusatory tone. "And you never told us?"

"I couldn't!" Hermione defended herself. "I promised Rowena!"

"That doesn't matter!" Ron snapped. "We're your friends! Your best friends!" Hermione didn't reply. She knew that no mater what she said, it wouldn't keep Ron calm. Then Ron turned to Rowena. "And you!" Rowena flinched. "If you're Rowena Ravenclaw, how come nobody but Hermione noticed it?"

"Ron, in all your years in Hogwarts, have you ever seen a picture of Godric, Salazar, Helga and me? Ever?" The three of them thought about it, finally shaking their heads.

"That's because we were careful to never show our pictures in print," Rowena replied. "We had much to fear when we created Hogwarts,"

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Before we opened Hogwarts, we were all warriors." She explained "All of us. Before Hogwarts, there was an evil sorceress by the name of Icicle. You can tell by her name that she loved the cold.

"All of England was under her spell. There was ice, snow and sleet everywhere. We knew we had to do something about it,"

"What did you do?" Harry asked. Rowena sighed.

"Sit down, you three," she said. "This could take a while."

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Parvati Patil searched desperately for her ex-boyfriend, Terry Boot. I'll kill Crabbe, she thought furiously. This was not supposed to happen! She was supposed to dump Terry and live a happy life with tall, dark, handsome man, leaving Terry in the dust, moaning for her.

Instead, here she was, combing the whole castle trying to beg for forgiveness and get back together with him! "I hate you, Crabbe," she muttered. "Look at what you did to me!" She pounded on Terry's door. There was no answer.

She peeked inside. Jeffrey, Terry's roommate and best friend was packing up. "Hey, Jeff," she greeted. He looked up and smiled.

"Hey, Parv," he grinned. Parvati blushed. She had always thought Jeffrey was cute. No! her mind scolded. Do not think about him. Look at where you're in now when you cheated on Terry,

"Parvati?" he asked, worried when she didn't answer. She blushed again.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "I was wondering if you'd seen Terry," Jeffrey shook his head.

"Nope. Sorry," he shrugged. "I thought he went to the Quidditch Field to see you," She sighed in defeat, shoulders slumped.

"Thanks, anyway, Jeffrey," she murmured. She stepped outside, tears rolling down her cheeks. Resigned, she walked to her room. She stopped when she heard moaning and giggling. I wonder who that is?

She knew it couldn't be Hermione because she would never have a boy in her room. January and Kimberly…maybe. Maybe it's Lav, she decided. She opened the door quietly and peeked in. She gasped in horror at the sight that greeted her.

Terry and Lavender were making out!

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"Icicle was not unlike Voldemort," Rowena said. Ron and Hermione winced. "Her goal too was for immortality and to rule the world. Eventually, we were able to overthrow her,"

"What happened then?" Ron whispered.

"Her spell was destroyed. The temperature returned to normal. Then, we decided to resign from warriors and become teachers. We opened Hogwarts and allowed students in," Rowena told them. "We had draperies of ourselves. However, Salazar wanted to do away with the Muggle-borns and half-borns. We didn't allow it, and he vowed to come back and kill us,

"Terrified, we destroyed every print of us. We thought he'd get someone to murder us," she shivered. "Then, one day, I came to talk to Godric, and I saw, to my horror, he and Salazar were fighting. Salazar stabbed Godric, but he, Godric, swore that one day, in a thousand years, his heir and Salazar's heir would continue this fight. Salazar agreed, vowing that his heir would win,"

"I couldn't allow this to happen, so I rushed off to my chambers. I had created a potion to preserve one's body until the drinker wanted the spell to wear off. I drank it, and then I awoke at the end of last year, when Voldemort rose again,"

"Well, well," a cold voice sneered. "Isn't that nice?" The four of them turned around.

"Professor Kettleburn!" Hermione screamed.