As always, I don't own Harry Potter. Kim Ng Ng asked how Nick has part of his neck if he got beheaded. In my mind, he died partway through his neck being chopped off and they just kept hacking until his head separated from his body. Sorry for the long wait between updates, RL got in the way :(

Who are you? Yes, I see your robes and tie. I know you're a Ravenclaw. But why are you following me?

You want to know my story? Why? Is this for an assignment? Can't you just read Hogwarts, A History? You memorized it? You remind me of my mother.

I never really knew my mother that well. In the beginning, I wanted to. But she was always busy.

My father was around some. He let me help run the farm, menial things mostly. Until he caught Dragon Pox. He died when I was four. I don't remember him very well.

After that was a slew of governesses and nannies. Most of them were former students of my mother, or scholars doing it as a favor to her. I don't think any of them really liked children. As a result, they treated me like an adult.

Mum wasn't around much. When she was, she was busy. Busy talking with the other Founders. Correcting essays from the school. Perfecting lesson plans. Creating her precious diadem. I was in the way. She didn't want my help, and didn't I have other things to occupy my time with?

I remember lots of homework, although none of it required magic. Mum wanted it to be a surprise until I turned eleven. She wanted me to be like any other student. But I wasn't. After all, I was her daughter. I dreaded and waited eagerly the day I would turn eleven, the day I would be with Mum full-time.

Everyone expected me to be like her. Studious. Intelligent. Inspirational. Sort of like you, little Ravenclaw.

And then when I was ordinary, quiet, simple they were disappointed. I could get Os if I tried just a teensy bit more. Maybe if I spoke up more.

She'd set me up on dates. With boys from 'respectable' families. If it were up to her, I would've been married before twenty. She never knew I liked girls. Didn't want a family.

So I did the only thing I could think of. I threw a dart at a map. It landed on Albania, some faraway country I'd never heard of.

On a whim, I took the diadem. Mum had just completed it, and I swear she loved it more than me.

I tell you, young 'Claw, that is the only reason she cared. On her deathbed, years later, she sent a boy. A boy who had followed me around like a lovesick puppy at Hogwarts. She never sent me any letters, or made any effort to look for me by herself. I told the boy this, and we fought. He stabbed me.

I remember my dying thoughts were something along the indignant lines of, "I'd rather see my mum at Hogwarts than die!" And the reaper took my words literally.

But I got the last laugh. She never found the diadem. I hid it, and I hid it good. Is my laughter frightening you, little one? I'm sorry. Imagine my shock when that boy showed up days later, covered in blood, begging for my forgiveness.

Maybe one day I'll forgive him. Maybe.

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