notes from the wizarding world

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24th February 13
Hufflepuff’s daughters thrived and Slytherin’s sons merely survived. But what became of Gryffindor’s line? There are many that say Slytherin cursed him to produce only Squibs, or that he had no children, or that he had too many, or that he died out with the McKinnons, or that Harry Potter is actually his great-great-great grand-nephew, twice removed.
Which is all a load of nonsense. He had one child. Exactly one. And she fell in love with a Muggle, and, as reckless young women will do, she angered the wrong kinds of wizards. So they cursed her Muggle with something so unspeakable and foul that to live would cause him agony. And, remorseful, she did the only thing she could do.
Then she gave up her father’s sword. And she never looked at another man again. Ravenclaw’s daughter will haunt us until the wizarding world itself should stutter to a halt. But Gryffindor’s daughter willed herself forgotten. Ravenclaw’s daughter died for love, and that is the sort of thing we don’t mind remembering.
Gryffindor’s daughter killed for it.

Hufflepuff’s daughters thrived and Slytherin’s sons merely survived. But what became of Gryffindor’s line? There are many that say Slytherin cursed him to produce only Squibs, or that he had no children, or that he had too many, or that he died out with the McKinnons, or that Harry Potter is actually his great-great-great grand-nephew, twice removed.

Which is all a load of nonsense. He had one child. Exactly one. And she fell in love with a Muggle, and, as reckless young women will do, she angered the wrong kinds of wizards. So they cursed her Muggle with something so unspeakable and foul that to live would cause him agony. And, remorseful, she did the only thing she could do.

Then she gave up her father’s sword. And she never looked at another man again. Ravenclaw’s daughter will haunt us until the wizarding world itself should stutter to a halt. But Gryffindor’s daughter willed herself forgotten. Ravenclaw’s daughter died for love, and that is the sort of thing we don’t mind remembering.

Gryffindor’s daughter killed for it.