The summer sun shone on the fields of English grain. Among the golden ears of مکئی lay a girl with long hair blacks. She lay staring at the sky with his cold gray eyes, letting the warmth of the sun warm up the skin. She liked to be alone to think: no one could bother her, no one could judge her and, most of all, no one could compare her to her mother. Not that she did not love her mother, but it wasn't easy to be the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw. It would have been for anyone.
People loved to talk about the famous intelligence of Rowena, of her great skill in all that concerned the magic and, in particular, of her famous tiara.
Everyone talked about that tiara. They کہا it might bestow a great intelligence to anyone who was wearing it. Only two persons knew the truth: Rowena herself and her daughter, Helena. The two women, however, had never been in tune with each other, let alone the سوال of the diadem. Rowena thought that Helena does not have her tiara until his death and that, even after that day,she should not use it for personal purposes. The truth was that Rowena was afraid her daughter's temperament. The girl was like her father, and Rowena knew this: she tended to the loneliness, the supremacy over others, and she was extremely offended and ambition. She knew that her daughter hated to feel overshadowed سے طرف کی her shadow and that, sooner یا later, she would do something to distinguish definitely from her mother. To dramatize her fears, she used to call her daughter Rowena, like a joke, "the Gray Lady", because of her habitual scowl shady. She did not know what, in reality, she was right.
One day, in fact, Helena decided to act. She loved her mother, but she was tired of hearing constant criticism of her abilities, so he decided to steal the crown of her mother. Like a shadow, she slid out of her house and fled into the woods with the diadem in the hand. She did not know how her run would end.
A few miles farther, Salazar Slytherin was lying in his بستر in the throes of a violent cough. The doctor continued to mutter various excuses and promised, without conviction, that he could find a cure for the suffering of the master. Salazar did not know it now, locked into an angry silence. He hated everything and everyone. He could not stand the sight of his wife who was about as scary a crow, securing it with contempt. A بانگ ... Salazar had, for a moment, a distant flashbacks. He turned to his sons, two beautiful blonde boys who looked like him very much and that sat اگلے to him, but he didn't see them: he seemed to live a waking dream, in which he, younger of thirty years, stood on a family hill, in front of an ancient oak. There was also a beautiful girl with long hair blacks who tried to turn a bowl into a crow. She could, and the raven hovered in the sky, the girl looked at him, full of wonder, and laughed satisfied. Salazar also was full of wonder, and regret. Suddenly, the girl and the ہل, لندن away from him, as if an invisible force was taking him away. It was dark for indeterminable, then the ہل, لندن appeared. This time, Salazar was a kid and saw only an oak. But then, looking closer, saw the hem of a dress peeking from behind the trunk. Then he ran to the درخت and looked behind it: he found himself staring at those big green eyes and then his beautiful shy smile of a child. In that extraordinary world and in the real one, Salazar murmured slowly: <<That's all, Rowena?>>.
People loved to talk about the famous intelligence of Rowena, of her great skill in all that concerned the magic and, in particular, of her famous tiara.
Everyone talked about that tiara. They کہا it might bestow a great intelligence to anyone who was wearing it. Only two persons knew the truth: Rowena herself and her daughter, Helena. The two women, however, had never been in tune with each other, let alone the سوال of the diadem. Rowena thought that Helena does not have her tiara until his death and that, even after that day,she should not use it for personal purposes. The truth was that Rowena was afraid her daughter's temperament. The girl was like her father, and Rowena knew this: she tended to the loneliness, the supremacy over others, and she was extremely offended and ambition. She knew that her daughter hated to feel overshadowed سے طرف کی her shadow and that, sooner یا later, she would do something to distinguish definitely from her mother. To dramatize her fears, she used to call her daughter Rowena, like a joke, "the Gray Lady", because of her habitual scowl shady. She did not know what, in reality, she was right.
One day, in fact, Helena decided to act. She loved her mother, but she was tired of hearing constant criticism of her abilities, so he decided to steal the crown of her mother. Like a shadow, she slid out of her house and fled into the woods with the diadem in the hand. She did not know how her run would end.
A few miles farther, Salazar Slytherin was lying in his بستر in the throes of a violent cough. The doctor continued to mutter various excuses and promised, without conviction, that he could find a cure for the suffering of the master. Salazar did not know it now, locked into an angry silence. He hated everything and everyone. He could not stand the sight of his wife who was about as scary a crow, securing it with contempt. A بانگ ... Salazar had, for a moment, a distant flashbacks. He turned to his sons, two beautiful blonde boys who looked like him very much and that sat اگلے to him, but he didn't see them: he seemed to live a waking dream, in which he, younger of thirty years, stood on a family hill, in front of an ancient oak. There was also a beautiful girl with long hair blacks who tried to turn a bowl into a crow. She could, and the raven hovered in the sky, the girl looked at him, full of wonder, and laughed satisfied. Salazar also was full of wonder, and regret. Suddenly, the girl and the ہل, لندن away from him, as if an invisible force was taking him away. It was dark for indeterminable, then the ہل, لندن appeared. This time, Salazar was a kid and saw only an oak. But then, looking closer, saw the hem of a dress peeking from behind the trunk. Then he ran to the درخت and looked behind it: he found himself staring at those big green eyes and then his beautiful shy smile of a child. In that extraordinary world and in the real one, Salazar murmured slowly: <<That's all, Rowena?>>.