Ravenclaw Against Gryffindor!

Prologue

Firing all the spells you know at a body that you hate, looking at the grotesque twitches of dead, disposing of what is ruining you... I understand now the pleasure of a crime out of passion, but what a short-lived joy it is compared to the many years that you have to pay for such a deed. By the way, by destroying it you don't solve the problem, but it would be so good to destroy it.

She's dead. He killed her. Indeed it would not solve my problems if I would kill him. On the contrary, it would actually make my problems worse, but still I've got this burning desire to see him pay for his crime, I want to avenge my sister's death!

When she died a part of me died with her. She was my identical twin. Although I was in Ravenclaw and she in Gryffindor we still loved each other very much. We were part of each other, even though we had developed different characters.

My sister, she believed in Prophecies. I didn't, but now I do. My sister's untimely death made me see that there is always a core of truth in them. 'Beware of a red-haired man,' Professor Trelawney once said to my sister. I believe it had been her very first Divination lesson. Trelawney said something like that to me too; 'You are going to suffer, my dear, at the hands of a red-haired man!' I didn't take notice of that prophecy. And now I have to pay the price. For I'm suffering... Indeed my sister had to beware of a redhead. But not the red-haired man that she thought...

My sister, she was too young to die. She never should have died in the first place. Why couldn't he have killed me, instead of her? Why? Now I'll never forgive him. HIM, you know the wizard that has killed my twin sister. It wasn't You-Know-Who, although some believe that. I know better. It's the story of another former Prefect, another former Head Boy gone bad. I knew he was ambitious, but it never knew he had set his thoughts on such a career move... I thought I knew him. I thought I knew that man, I loved him, but now that love has changed into a bittersweet memory. The love that I shared with him has been replaced by a burning hatred! Hatred that is fuelled every time I look in the mirror, because every time I see myself I also see her!

This will be much worse than a Quidditch match. This will give a whole new meaning to the phrase Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor; since my sister, Parvati Patil, was killed by Percy, killed by Percy Ignatius Weasley.

I really hate him and then to think that I left Denis for him. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I was Percy's mistress, I'm carrying his child and now I'm going to be his executioner. I will kill Percy Weasley, even if it's the last thing I will ever do!