disclaimer: don't own Harry Potter, yadda yadda yadda
I can still remember the day. I can still remember the second I heard it. I can remember the moment she said we four pillars would be cut down to three. I laughed in her face. Naturally. What patience did I have with fortune tellers back then? I thought they were worthless. I thought they just pretended to see things, made things up to make a living.
I was wrong. So wrong.
They called me wise. I was bookish and learned, and valued those traits above all others. Yet I laughed in the face of anything supernatural. How could anyone presume to know what would happen when common sense screamed that the only possible way to know what might be was to research the past, and look for patterns. Fortune tellers would never dream of doing something so mundane as that. They were always putting on airs, waving their hands about, wearing gaudy, gauzy scarves.
But I could never forget those whispered words. That one of us four would leave us, betray us, and never return. I know now that my seemingly rock-solid belief that fortune telling was a load of hogwash was just the logic I fought to keep in place denying my feelings. And I thought I was wise?
When Salazar started withdrawing, complaining about allowing Muggleborns into the school, I smothered my intuition even more with my logic. How could I breathe with my inner self buried so deep? How did I not kill my soul?
One day, he left. I broke. But now I am healed. Jabin, our Divination professor healed me. He fed my soul, he fed my inner self. And it is now powerful. I have learned that the wisdom of the soul is the most important.
Helga refused to leave me alone. It was quite annoying, really. Could she not see that I no longer needed her? Did she think that I would hurt myself over Salazar's departure? Perhaps, had I not heard the prophecy about him leaving I would have. But I heard it, and I knew that I had Jabin, someone wise to turn to, someone who could make me whole again.
I am whole. I am wise. I am everything I ever wanted to be, but went about the wrong way, making cow eyes at Salazar, and living in books. I need no one, and nothing to complete me, to make me wise.
I am completely sane, for the first time in my life. I can breathe at last! I moved out of my chambers immediately, naturally, and into Jabin's quarters in the North Tower, giving myself to him mind, body, and soul.
Helga and Godric do not need me, nor I them. They no longer want me. Both want to turn me back into that weak, whimpering, smothered girl who came to Hogwarts with them. They loved that girl, and that girl loved them in return. But that girl is gone. She has become a woman, a woman who loves no other human, save Jabin, who showed her the way. And Helga and Godric are unable to comprehend that the wise woman in the North Tower is the higher, more aware form of the girl they once loved.