[HP] The Tweed River flows

"No matter what, I can't send Helena to study abroad!" Rowena raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

"No matter what, I will not allow that child to stay in England!" said the grandfather gruffly. "She cannot appear in the world as your daughter! Never!"

"But she is indeed my daughter, and no one can change that," Rowena said bluntly, with a rare trace of anger showing on her calm face, and she was still facing her father, "I think I have the right to Decide where my daughter will go."

"But you have to think about your reputation!"

"I don't care about reputation—"

"—but I care!" Grandfather slapped the table furiously, blurting out the words at the same time, but regretting them almost immediately.

Rowena's face suddenly turned pale, as if someone had slapped her in the face.

"I...I didn't mean that," panted the grandfather, looking even flustered, "Rowena, I meant to say..."

"I know, I know I've brought disgrace to the family, I've always known...I'm sorry," Rowena said with difficulty, her breathing becoming a little short, "but this is my choice, not Helena's. She...she shouldn't have to suffer the consequences."

“Going to study abroad is not a consequence.”

"Of course!" Rowena raised her head abruptly and said, "Her mother founded a wizarding school in England, but she wants to study abroad? What would she think? She has always felt inferior to her background, And all of this is my fault. I caused this! I want to make it up to her and make her happy, but now I have to never admit her existence for the sake of my so-called reputation! It will make me feel guilty lifetime!"

"I'm guilty too," said the grandfather in a low voice, gradually regaining his composure, "but you're still young, Rowena." He emphasized this sentence over and over again.

"She is my daughter," Rowena turned her back, her voice became a little strange, "A qualified mother should not let her daughter leave her, no matter what the reason is." She was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly Dao, "When my mother was alive, she told me repeatedly: Back then, agreeing to study in Greece alone was the most regretful thing in her life. She didn't want Helena to be forced to do the same thing. Me too. "

As if being poked into a sore spot, the grandfather stared at Rowena's back without saying a word.After a while, he said hoarsely: "Then I should tell you, this is also the thing I regret most in my life."

Rowena turned around, with a complicated expression mixed with surprise, touch, confusion or something else, and said, "I always thought this was the thing that pissed you off the most."

Grandfather shook his head hastily, and said in a hoarse voice, "I regret it the most." He stared at a certain place in the void, as if he had fallen into memory for a second. "Helena is your daughter. There is no doubt about it. I have long since given up denying anything. But, Rowena, you are my daughter.

"Just as you don't want Helena to suffer, I don't want you to suffer. You're young, Rowena, you're young! You know, I've been fantasizing about... fantasizing that one day you'll find a Someone who is more worthy of your deep love, someone who will not bring you pain and abandon you, and then this person can accept your past, tolerate Helena's existence, and let you live a happy life again, not like As it is now, immersed in the pain of the past and unwilling to face the future. What is honor? Even the honor of the entire Ravenclaw family is nothing compared to the happiness of my proudest daughter? I have always cherished this Fantasy. Always has been."

Rowena opened her mouth slightly, but couldn't say a word, "Father...I'm sorry..."

Grandfather waved his hand, "There is no need to apologize."

"but…"

"I know what you want to say. You still want Helena to go to Hogwarts, don't you? If you insist, then go," the grandfather rubbed his forehead, his expression suddenly became serious, and said, "But , there is one condition. This time, I will not give in no matter what.”

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"... right here in England..."

"Hmm...that's right..."

"...Hogwarts..."

"...This is the best way..."

Listening to these words and phrases occasionally leaked from the study, a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in my heart.After an anxious wait and a long period of uneasiness, it seems that the god of fate has finally favored me once, making everything develop in the best direction.I even really started to fantasize about the day I walked into Hogwarts, brand new classmates, brand new life, brand new everything!Stretch out your hands and you can touch the life I dream of!Of course you wouldn’t understand what kind of mood it was—the day when I was called into my grandfather’s study by my cousin was probably the only time in my life that I walked there full of expectations.

"Why did it take so long?" Grandfather frowned and said, he and the two uncles next to him seemed to have been waiting for a long time.Although a year has passed since my grandmother's funeral, the cloud that hangs over my grandfather's eyebrows can't be dispelled.But unlike before, Uncle Rex also had a gloomy face.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, and although I didn't feel like I was late, I didn't intend to argue, as they always do anyway.

My grandfather didn't say anything more, and raised his voice a little, "I called you here today to tell you about your schooling—" He paused, as if something was stuck in his throat, I held my breath, and my heart raced I jumped up, "—we finally decided to send you to Hogwarts to study," I was so happy that I almost flew into the sky, and I almost didn't hear the second half of his sentence.

"—But, there is one condition: you are not Rowena's daughter. You are her niece, and she is your aunt. You are Uncle Rex's daughter and grew up in Austria."

I listened blankly to the words flowing out of his mouth, but I didn't seem to understand them.

"aunt?"

"Yes," my grandfather nodded simply.

I don't speak German at all and I grew up living in Austria?

In order to walk out of the house openly, I have to recognize my most hated uncle as my father?

Where is my mother?where is she?How could she let such a thing happen?I raised my head and looked around for help, but felt a colder despair—she wasn't standing here at all.

"I..." I felt dizzy for a while.

"We don't want to do this either, but this is the best way," Uncle Rex said reluctantly, as if he had made a great sacrifice, trying to explain clearly that he didn't want to do this at all, " But for the honor of House Ravenclaw, it's the best thing to do." Uncle Rex gave me a glare like it was all my fault.

"But..." I opened my mouth weakly, but I didn't know what to say.They've already made a decision, and now they're just 'notifying' me.From the moment they decided, there was no turning back.But how can they do this?Does my mother know?How could she acquiesce in all this if she knew?

"There's no 'but', we've discussed it with your mother."

At that moment, my world collapsed.

His feet were unsteady, his ears were buzzing, and his mind was confused as if blown by a strong wind.

"Do you have any other questions?"

"..."

"If there is no problem, you can go back to your room."

"..."

I don't remember how I walked back to my room.

I can't believe all of this is real, but they really happened to me.It turns out that they have been hiding my existence like this all along.Uncle Rex's daughter who is in poor health and recuperating abroad?Haha, why have I never heard of it?I laughed out loud to myself, and two lines of hot liquid rolled down my cheeks.Fiery anger and biting sadness raged in my chest at the same time, trampling on my heart that I thought was extremely strong at will.I should have known it wouldn't be that simple, and I shouldn't have entertained any kind of fantasy.I don't have a father of my own, but now even my mother has abandoned me.But what can I do?I wanted to throw things, I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream out my indignation at them, but instead I buried my head under the covers and cried silently - I didn't even Courage, or entitlement, to express discontent with cries.I don't see any other option than to compromise and compromise.

There was a chaotic sound downstairs, some quarreling and some walking, but I had no interest in caring.The locked room was suddenly pushed open, and my mother glanced at it, then walked in quickly and sat by my bed.

"What did they tell you?"

"answer me!"

"Helena...don't be like this..."

"That's not what I meant..."

"It's all my fault...Helena..."

"Please, look at me!"

"..."

No matter how she shook my shoulders, called my name, apologized to me, assured me, I buried my head in the pillow and said nothing.

"Helena!" She raised her voice, grabbing my shoulder hard and trying to force me to face her.

I suddenly turned around and shook off her hand, and yelled at her a series of words that I couldn't understand myself.

"Calm down, Helena!" She put her arms around me.

I pushed her violently, and coldly dropped a sentence that shocked me:

"Don't worry about it, Auntie."

The mother's arm froze in mid-air for an instant.She looked at me in amazement, as if she had turned into a sculpture that would not change in 1000 years.