"Helena, you need to return. Your mother-"
"I do not care, Barron! And do not presume to be so familiar with me!"
"Helena! Do not be so petulant. Childishness does not suit you."
"Childishness?"
"Yes. Now come. Your mother sent me to retrieve you."
"I will not go anywhere with you Barron!"
"Do not be so stubborn my dear! We are going back to Hogwarts!" the Barron reached forwards and grabbed her by the arm.
"Release me at once Barron!"
"You are returning to Hogwarts with me my dear!"
"I am going nowhere with you! And do not call me your dear! I care nothing for you, you foul, loathsome man!"
Barron drew his sword. "Be silent, girl! You are coming back with me to Hogwarts!"
"Never!"
The Barron's head snapped to the side with force of the strike. His grip loosened and Helena almost broke out. He reached forward to gasp her with both hands. Helena's eyes widened and she gasped. They both looked down at where the Barron's sword was stabbed through Helena's stomach.
"No..." Barron whispered. His knees collapsed as he gently lay Helena down. "No..."
She coughed and a foul redness came from her mouth. "You..."
"I... I am sorry. Oh, my dear Helena. I am sorry. I did not mean-"
"I hate you."
"I know. I am sorry." He drew his sword out and tossed it to the side. He frantically cast healing spells but he was unable to seal the wound. He looked up and saw the pale face of the woman he loved so dearly, eyes glazed over in death. He choked out a cry of despair and cradled her body close. "No. No. No. Oh, my love, my dear Helena."
He sat there, holding her and rocking crying his pain to the heavens. Eventually his cries died down and he gently lay her down. He picked up his sword and sheathed it. A symbol of his sins.
When he returned to Hogwarts it was late. As he walked up to the castle he saw Lord Slytherin coming down the path. "Lord Slytherin."
"Barron." Slytherin looked at the woman in his arms. "I see..." he closed his eyes for a moment before looking back up. "Rowena didn't make it through the night. At least they can be reunited in death, if not in life."
It was several hours later that the Barron sat in an abandoned hallway in the dungeons. He looked his sword over. Why should he live when Helena didn't? He would never be able to atone for what he did. He deserved to suffer in hell.
He plunged the sword into his own stomach. Once, twice, three times.
He collapsed onto the floor in pain, his own blood mixing with Helena's.
As he lay there, gasping for breath a sudden fear overcame him. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to go to hell. He sobbed quietly and begged magic to not let him die, just as darkness overtook him.
The Barron opened his eyes and looked around, noticing his own lifeless body lying a few feet away from him. "Ah..." he stood upright and floated just above the ground. "I see..." he looked himself over and noticed that while he didn't have any of his own blood on him, he was still covered in Helena's. "I see. So, I am now to suffer for all eternity for what I have done? With the proof of my crimes plain for all to see?"
He sighed and floated off, hoping to find someone to remove his body. On the way he saw a silver figure floating past the door to the dining hall. "Helena?"
She turned around and scowled. "So, you even follow me here too?" she flew off through the walls and the Barron sighed, returning to the dungeon. He would find Salazar later.