Ravenclaw

Chapter 50- There Was Time To Change

Song for the chapter: Wide Awake by Katy Perry

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     Flaura Mae Ravenclaw walked back to the hut she shared with her soon-to-be husband, satchel strapped across her shoulder and a big smile plastered on her face.
     Because this was it. Her moment of victory was so close--everything was falling into place. She would finally have ripped her sister of all she used to have and call it her own, and no one could stop her.
     Except herself.
     All the while there was this constant voice in her head, nagging. Always nagging. Telling her to stop. This wasn't supposed to be how sisters treat each other, it would say. You can find your own happiness if you try, she would help you.
She is not your enemy.
     But it was too late, wasn't it? She had ventured to far, tampered with her sister's life too much. It would be hard going back to little old her, living in the shadows with the man she--maybe truly-- loved. Would she rather take one step forward, or a hundred steps back?
Within minutes, she reached the hut. She had just gone through fittings for her wedding dress and also the dress for the Ceremony.
The Ceremony was on of utmost importance. It was to take place on the night of a full moon in order for all the spells and protections to remain as well as to seek acceptance and allowance from the Committee Of The Magical Community.
Why do so many important things happen during full moon? Flaura thought to herself. But then again, it would add a really dramatic flare to her secret victory.
     She placed the satchel that was filled with Knuts and Sickles on the desk and started to write her little speech-- she was going to add little innuendos inside  that only Ophichus, disguised as Professor Lilac, would understand. Oh, and Maria of course. And any other person on their side that decided to show up. Maybe even Mariana Slytherin, too.
     She dipped her quill in the jar of black ink and began to write, the soft sound of the quill scratching the parchment the only other sound in the hut-- other than Godric's snores of course.

To all who stand before me,

We have grown up in a wizarding world which lacked proper education among us in this continental area.

     That was something Rowena would say, right? Who cares anyway, she's been Rowena for 8 months now, so they'd probably base the 'real Rowena' off her 3 months prior... right?

We have been behind Muggles, in terms of education. Bigger schools across the country, more of their offsprings getting education. What about us? We have been behind Muggles, in terms of spreading education, and today, with my fellow friends, we solve this problem once and for all.

We built a school upon our morals-- intelligence and wit, kindness and loyalty, bravery and boldness, cunningness and standing up for what is right. We built a school for the benefit of all future generations, in the hopes that they receive proper, adequate education that we once lacked in as children.

     Flaura stopped and sighed. It was difficult not adding in what she really felt. She copied down the words on a separate piece of parchment before crumpling up the first one and throwing it away-- she couldn't have the words 'my sister's idea was as good as mine', because then people would know.
     And people could not know that.
     As the hours passed and the flickering candle's wax melted gradually, the light of the candle was no longer necessary as Flaura finally finished her speech without any obvious loopholes or mentions to her sister.
     It was day, and she had just finished without any sleep.
     Stifling a yawn, she stepped out of the hut to gather some fruits and berries from the greenhouses for breakfast so she need not cook. The sun was still hidden behind the vast hills of the school, and the forest-- which Helga forbid anyone from going in lest they seek death-- was as quiet as ever. It was so peaceful and tranquil, it seemed to calm down the stormy seas she possessed.
     The Ceremony was a month away. The wedding was the next day-- after much debating. Then, the opening of the school-- the 1st of September. The carriages that brought people to Hogsmeade would be doubled and replaced by carriages issued by the Committee for the school. There would be people from all places wishing their children a happy farewell as they made their way to the school.
     As she picked the berries, Flaura could see why Rowena did decide to start a school with her friends. Like her and the three, it builds long-lasting friendships with people and on top of that, it puts the smiles on people's faces. To many children's faces. It was going to be such a beautiful sight, all the rosy faces smiling back at her as she taught in Rowena's place...
     A tear slipped out of Flaura's eye. She had deprived her sister of her one true dream just for a silly little revenge she plotted when she was what, 14? Just because she was too proud? She was the product of literally the opposite of the school's objective-- she didn't help others. She helped herself. She had the chance to turn things around, to follow Ophichus and soend the rest of her days in hiding, but happy, but she didn't. Because she was just too proud, and just too stubborn.
     Regret ran through her veins and in her blood. How would she ever correct herself?
     Flaura bit her lip and sighed; she would do this. Why should her sister get all she wanted and not her? She will get what she wanted, the Ceremony would make sure of that.
     Evil had taken over her heart for good, it was difficult to turn around.

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Maria and Flaura were good friends-- the only problem was they couldn't act like it. Rowena had to act neutral, and although she didn't want to, she therefore had to be neutral.
But when they were alone, they would walk. Walk and Apparate. They'd travel across the United Kingdom-- it was not safe to travel abroad anymore-- and kill. Murder. All for fun.
They'd terrorise Muggle villages, kill innocent witches and wizards, causing 'witch hunting to arise' and thus burning witches-- and possibly wizards-- for no reason.
They did it subtly, for the real war was to come later.
This time, as Flaura and Maria picked berries together, they swapped stories, plans and secrets.
"Ms Lestrange has asked me to inform you that the night of the attack would start just as the school term begins," she said, her voice silky and smooth, it would entrance any man.
"Nowhere near here, I presume?" Flaura questioned, and Maria nodded her head. "Good," she said, "or else we would not be able to build support from the students."
"Salazar may be joining."
Flaura dropped her basket. Although she supported this, it was difficult to accept-- over the course of eight months, she had grown attached to these people, and she knew this was not the person Salazar was, but the person Salazar needed to be.
For them.
Flaura picked her basket-- luckily none of the fruit fell out-- and stood up quickly. "Are you alright, Miss?" Maria asked, and Flaura simply nodded her head. She stalked off, not wishing to say more, and shut herself inside the hut. Godric was still sleeping.
She heaved a sigh-- how could she have grown attached? This wasn't the plan, this wasn't the plan at all. Neither was falling for Ophichus, or failing to kill her sister.
At this point, many things had gone wrong, many vital things, but it was too late to fix it-- the problem was already overlooked.
All Flaura could do at this point was hope-- hope and wait her mistakes would not affect anything, and if they did, that maybe, just maybe, someone else would avenge her.
Not now, perhaps, but later, much later.

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A/N

50th CHAPTER !!! YAYYY

I can't believe I've been writing until like this many but honestly the chapters aren't really that long lmao

BUT STILL !! The end is quite near, but there's going to be probably 127829392 bonus chapters on what happens later, might add q&a but honestly it's in the negatives of that happening ;)

I will also be updating one chapter at a time, simply because the story is coming to and end and to build up tension, if there is any lmao

Love,
Anna