[HP] The Tweed River flows

I am Helena, Helena Ravenclaw, daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, as you know.

I have lived with my mother in the Tweed Valley for as long as I can remember, even though this is not where I was born.Nominally we live in a village on the Tweed, but in reality my home is far upriver from the village.Since most of the villagers are Muggles, we generally don't interact with them.

Perhaps, you will think that I am the same as my outstanding mother: magnificent and talented.Actually otherwise, I failed to inherit her beauty, and I also failed to inherit her talent.They say I'm more like my dad.It is because of this that my grandfather dislikes me even more - I am like my father.

About ten years ago, my mother went to Greece to study alone.Without any warning, he disappeared mysteriously in the year when he was ready to return to China after his studies, as if he had disappeared from the world.Her distraught grandparents searched for her so unsuccessfully that everyone assumed she was dead.However, after a whole year of no news, the mother who lost contact suddenly appeared in front of the house, bringing a daughter who was less than two years old, and a lie that could not be justified at all: she was married, the husband and wife loved each other, and her husband died. and leave a daughter behind.It was such a lame lie because she couldn't even say her lover's name!The grandfather's rage, the grandmother's questioning, and the uncles' accusations all resulted in endless silence.

Do you understand it?That's why I follow my mother's surname Ravenclaw.

My mother is not married, but has a daughter.She eloped with my father when she was young, but then my father disappeared and left her home alone with his illegitimate daughter.At that time, this was a great shame for any family, let alone a clean and clean Ravenclaw?Everyone in the family regards my mother's behavior as a betrayal, so as long as I can remember, they have looked at me with a bit of indifference.Although I am still very young, I can understand the disgust in those eyes.However, at this time, I can only lower my eyes humblely, pretending that I didn't see anything.I have no doubt that no one really likes me except my grandmother and my mother, and sometimes even wonder if my mother really loves me.She always looked at me with sad eyes.

Who would like a girl without a father?I'm sad, but I can't blame anyone.The mother in my memory has always been a beauty, even when she was sick.She is beautiful, but rarely smiles, great, and rarely at home.Looking at her portrait, and then facing myself in the mirror, I even feel inferior.For my mother, I admire and fear at the same time.In the few times we were alone together, she would often look at my face in a daze, sigh deeply, and then gently take me into her arms, I know, she wants to get rid of my face Sometimes, she would look into my eyes strangely, and then shut herself in the room without saying a word, and shut me out of the room. I knew that she was still thinking about my father.

Sometimes I can't help but ask her, "What kind of person is he?"

"Who?"

"My father."

Then she would shake her head, with an expression on her face that I couldn't understand, avoid my eyes, and say:

"Helena, you're too young to understand this. I'll tell you someday, but not now."

Over time I gave up asking because I never got any answers.I have pictured my father in my mind countless times, but his face is always blurred.Because I can only piece together his outline from the few words my mother accidentally revealed, and I hardly get any effective information.

Maybe he was a heinous dark wizard, and my mother couldn't stand what he did and left in pain;

Perhaps he was a deranged priest who, after discovering the truth, tried to burn his wife and daughter;

Maybe he is an ordinary Muggle with nothing, and his mother can't give up her dreams and talents;

Maybe……

I can't guess, what kind of love can make her abandon everything?What kind of pain made her so helpless that she could only go home?I wanted to ask her why, but I was afraid of her answer.I was afraid of her telling me that she regretted not abandoning me in some Muggle church, and I was afraid of the sadness in her eyes when she looked at me.

She, the eldest daughter of the Ravenclaw family-wisdom, beauty, elegance.How many people would fall for her, but she never got married again because of me.If it wasn't for me and my father, what a happy life she would have had?Because of this, I always feel ashamed of her.

Besides Uncle Eliard, who died before I was born, my mother's three other younger brothers lived together at the Ravenclaw house in the Tweed Vale.They privately had a lot of malicious speculation about my father, some of which really terrified me.My uncles have always resented my grandfather for admiring the eldest daughter for ignoring the son (although that changed even after the mother did that), so you can imagine how strained my mother's relationship with them was.My only contemporaries were a little cousin, Uncle Rex's first son, and there's no need to go into details here, because you'll get to know him right away.