In centuries past, in the days when the Triwizard Tournament was merely in the planning stages as a game, when the founders of Hogwarts were simply rowdy teenagers having lives of their own.

When they were the best of friends. And at times, the harshest of enemies.

Before the days of Salazar's Slitherins brutal opinions of how a school should be run, they were adolescents, in a world all their own, making it seem never ending.

Before the serious and brave Godric Gryffindor had a hollow and a house named after him, he had a girlfriend and enemies just like any other normal teenager.

And before shy, sweet Helga Hufflepuff was finally included in the plan for a school...

Rowena Ravenclaw had a story all her own, that barely anybody tells anymore.

A story not of Voldemort and Harry Potter, but of the most infamous of origins, and of her love affair with Salazar Slitherin.

Of course, everyone leaves that part out of the textbooks frequently subject to Hermione Granger's reading.

It's the secret buried for far longer than the secret behind the Chamber of Secrets.

Ready to be told in its truest form.

As Rowena would have wanted it.