Prologue
Lightning could be heard all around the Hogwarts grounds. Everyone was inside the huge castle… All of them either enjoying a feast in the Great Hall, or resting and joking around with some friends in their respective dorms. All except for two figures out in the grounds…
"You took her away from me!" He said. His mercurial eyes ablaze with emotions that now filled his heart and mind: anger, jealousy, and betrayal. His wand was pointed at one person. Someone he thought he could trust. Apparently, he was wrong. He could trust no one, offer his heart to no one… There was no one else other than him.
"No!" a raven-haired one said. "You don't understand! I would never betray you!" He took his own wand out of his pockets and held it up at the silver-eyed one, ready to counter any attacks that he might throw at him. Lightning drew itself in the sky and thunder angrily growled at them.
"Liar!" the other one said. His usually beautiful and expressive grey eyes were now unreadable. Everything was suddenly enclosed in the three feelings he currently had. "I knew I could never trust someone like you! No one is that perfect! Avada--"
"No! Stop!" A new voice interrupted their thoughts. She ran out towards the grounds. Her chocolate-coloured eyes were glistening with tears. "You don't have to do this." She said facing the grey-eyed man. "He never did anything to you." She gestured at the raven-haired one. "I'm the one you want! Not him!"
"YOU!" he yelled. He now pointed his wand at the witch with chocolate coloured eyes. His emotions were overcrowding his mind; the way he thought. Red sparks were now emanating from the tip of his wand. "The both of you will pay." He pointed his wand at the raven-haired one. His eyes were filled with determination. Nothing, no one would stop him. "Avada Kedavra!"
A jet of green light came out through the tip of his wand. The raven-haired man stood his ground. He knew he deserved this. Not after everything that has happened between them. He was ready to face death… but she wasn't.
"Salazar, no!" Without thinking, the witch positioned herself between the two of them. The green light struck her and her lifeless body fell on the ground. It was odd seeing her brown eyes with no emotion, no light behind them. Yet, there was nothing else they could do. Rowena Ravenclaw was dead. Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor stared into her expressive eyes. There was nothing behind them now. No energy, no love, no life.
From a great distance, a red-haired witch saw something in the back of her mind. She was somehow gifted with the sight. She saw everything, heard everything. Yet, she didn't do anything. She simply took out a piece of parchment and a quill and began writing. She has been seeing these things for a while now. She could have stopped it from happening, but she didn't. Why? Helga Hufflepuff knew that thousands of years later, four people would continue what they started and never finished…