Ravenclaw

Chapter 31- Stay Away

Song for the chapter: Attention by Charlie Puth

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"Um, Rowena? Have you seen Salazar?"
The bright, yellow sun matched Helga Hufflepuff's bright yellow summer dress that hugged her stomach comfortably, as if trying to comfort the baby inside.
Despite her state, she still managed to contribute much to the castle, especially on the seventh floor, where she added a beautiful tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.
They were almost finished with the castle, all they needed to do was to finish the many towers they planned to have and furnish the dorms and common rooms to how each founder liked it to be.
There was also the transportation of merpeople, to provide the black lake that held Rowena Ravenclaw's and Godric Gryffindor's romance life and possibly protection.
The structure was almost finished, but there was still detail to do.
     "I haven't a clue where he is." Flaura Mae Ravenclaw said. Only Helga didn't know that, because the cunning girl had Transfigurated herself to appear as her sister in order to get everything she ever wanted.
    If she ever got requested to be the PMC( President of the Magical Community) again, she would gladly take it up-- more power, more elimination.
Feeling down in the very dirty dumps, Helga walked away, towards the pumpkin patch next to her hut. She knew Rowena and Godric were going to demolish there little hut, but she thought that she'd keep hers. After all, it is part of their journey to building this school, and it wouldn't be the same without it. Maybe a gamekeeper something could inhabit afterwards.
     "Helga," A voice whispered in her hear, causing her to jump, only to realise it was the one she was looking for-- Salazar Slytherin.
     Afraid of his mother and a passion for his father, Salazar was the unmarried father of the baby that lay in Helga's stomach-- he had, after all, mis-casted the contraception spell Rowena had told him about.
     Though on cloud nine about his unborn child, he couldn't help but feel terrified; of the baby, of its future, of his mother.
     Helga was a half-blood, or as little as possible, due to her mother. It was because of this that Mariana Slytherin had such great despise for the mother of her grandchildren, and therefore promised Salazar that if he didn't rid of the baby, she would-- and she'd gladly take Helga along with the baby to the path of death.
     It was now he was about to try another shot at Abortentia-- a baby-removal potion. The first time, he had failed; Helga had caught him straight off the bat.
This time, however, Salazar planned to give her some inside her daily dose of milk.
He led her back to the hut they shared, which had grass crawling up the sides of it. It was only when he shut the door with such force was when she knew-- Helga always knew.
As he presented her milk in the cups with badgers on them on a fine, ornate tray, Helga couldn't help but feel her heart break.
She loved him; she loved Salazar so much, so, so much, and the least he could do was love her, love her baby, the creation of what was once their love.
Was it out of fear? Was it out of hatred? She didn't know, she couldn't tell. Helga had expected his mother to react, but they hadn't heard anything, so what was the bloody problem.
"Drink up, my--" Salazar started, but was cut off.
"If I really am your love, you wouldn't keep putting that stupid baby removal potion." She snapped, standing up just as Salazar sat down, white with fear and guilt.
"If I really am your love, you wouldn't keep trying to harm me," she continued, walking towards the bed and stuffing what little belongings she had into the already half-filled case.
Salazar grabbed her by the arm just as she closed it, begging her to stay, but she just shook her head. "If I really am your love, you'd tell me why you hate me and our-- my, baby."
This drove a knife through Salazar's good yet ice-cold heart-- he let go and stared at the woman he so desperately needed to keep himself alive, shocked that such words had escaped those soft lips that were once his... all his...
Helga had reached the door, but she hesitated; should she go? Her office was finished, she could move in and feel perfectly alright...
"Helga don't go, I-I love you, our baby, Helga, please... don't go... Helga ..." He pleaded, but it simply wasn't enough. She looked harshly into his deep green eyes with her rare amber ones.
"I'm not your love."
And with that, she shut the door forcefully, for the first time in her life, shutting out the one person that had never collapsed onto the ground in a heap, crying over someone he truly loved.
"I was protecting you... Helga, please don't leave me... I can't be alone again..."
But she already left.