Ravenclaw Against Gryffindor!

Chapter three: How did I become Parvati?

I have never felt attracted to Ron. I only went to the Yule Ball with him for the sake of having a date, and here I was married to that same man and pregnant by his brother. At least the circumstances gave me a sense of stability that I hadn't known before. I was now a girl of two Houses. I was myself, and I was my late twin sister.

I realised that Percy was a Death Eater in the summer, when we lay in bed one night after having made love. Percy had told Penelope that he had to work late at the Ministry. As we lay there he was summoned by his Master to join him at his side. I saw the Dark Mark appear burning black on his leftfore arm! It's so easy to see, especially when one is naked.

Percy of course quickly covered it, he tried to erase my memory, but I had already conjured a shield. Then he Disapparated to the side of his Master.

I sat bolt upright in my bed. My thoughts went back; back to the day she died. I had seen Parvati talking to Percy from my window. I hadn't really noticed the bright green light that was suddenly outside as I just got the chills telling me that Parvati had died. That's when I found out that he was the one that had killed my sister.

And off course I found out that I was pregnant not much later... pregnant with the child of that bastard! But now I had done the right thing. I had told Dumbledore that Percy killed Parvati. I had told Dumbledore that I strongly wanted to kill Percy for this. But he told me that I had to calm down. That Percy was just a pawn... just like Parvati had been!

It was an insult to my sister's memory, but I knew Dumbledore was right. I had to calm down for the well-being of my child. Although I hated its father I couldn't harm it. I had already grown to love the little creature that was growing inside me.

Here in Gryffindor Tower only Lavender and Hermione knew who I was. Sally-Anne and her friend, whose name I keep forgetting, don't know, and I want to keep it that way.

Hermione had obviously spotted that I was pregnant. The only hint I gave her about my child's father was that it wasn't Ron. She seemed really pleased to hear that Ron wasn't my first choice as a husband either. I'd rather have married Denis, but McGonagall and the others had insisted on using Ron!

But still Hermione caught Ron and me snogging a fair few times. It's allowed, isn't it, to snog your own husband. Especially when, to speak in Hermione's terms 'his emotions were rapidly maturing from the range of a teaspoon to the range of a...' I don't know what the most caring and loving thing there was in the world, but Ron was definitely turning into that. My pregnancy had changed him for the better.

Hermione was jealous. I did in a month what she couldn't do in seven years: make Ron change into a more caring person that wasn't muttering all the time.

Even Harry was surprised to see the changes in his best friend. He thanked me for it and even asked me for help in his quest against evil. I told him that I wanted to kill the bastard that killed my sister, I told him that he could count on me! It seems as though Parvati's courage has passed on to me!