"Remember that wherever your heart is, there you will find your treasure."

― Paulo Coelho

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Helga takes the note from me with furrowed brows and she blinks twice. 

"Sweetie...?" She stares at me in concern and I nod, sighing. I point to Tom and me. 

"We've been getting death threats since the start of the year." 

"So the troll attack?" She gapes and I nod. 

"Was to kill us." Tom muses. 

"You two sure know how to keep life interesting don't you?" She snorts and this time its Tom and I who are sending her the unamused looks. 

"I've seen this handwriting before." She breathes and her forehead wrinkles deep in thought. 

"Who is it?" I ask, frantic and she shakes her head. 

"I can't remember." She groans and I sigh, running a hand through my hair. 

"Are you sure? Try again." Tom demands, eyes as eager as I was to find the person who wanted us dead. 

She glares at us. "I can't just turn my memories on. I have seen this handwriting before but I can't remember... I'm sorry." She winces and stares at our solemn expressions. "They're going to try again." She states softly, gazing at us silently and Tom nods, deep in thought. 

"I wonder what coming after an army of Mountain trolls."  He scorns, sneering his words. 

"The wizarding world can be a formidable place." She says silently and then points to my compass. "Why don't you take a look?" She asks and I glare at her. 

All my secrets were being exposed this year it seemed. 

I take out my compass and prop it open, only to stare at the image in horror. "Oh my gosh." I breathe in horror. It's snatched out of my shaking hands and Tom stares at the picture in my compass, curious. 

"What is this Dumbledore? Why is a picture of a banshee in your necklace?" He asks and looked even more confused by my pale face. 

He turns to see my grandmother in a similar state as me. 

"You're certain!?" She cries. "A banshee!?" She was pale as well. 

"What is this thing!?" Tom growls, down with being in the dark. 

"Tom that's a looking glass." I murmur and the realization sinks in on him instantly. 

"They're sending a freaking banshee after us? Lovely." He grits his teeth in anger. 

"She does look absolutely wonderful to hang around." I wince, gazing at the compass with a cringe. The banshee had a green complexion with an expression in a forever scream. her face was wrinkled with a skeletal face, giving her the appearance of an elderly woman. 

An elderly woman with floor-length black hair and inhumane claws. She was a female version of a zombie.

"Yeah until she lets out a banshee scream to kill the both of you in seconds." My grandmother hisses, utterly enraged.

"Why do we always want to come back to Hogwarts?" I ask Tom. "We could've just stayed with Aberforth." I groan, causing him to roll his eyes at me. 

"We just need to carry a dose of laughing potion on us at all times." He thinks. 

"Can I stay here forever?" I ask my grandmother who shakes her head. 

"No. We'd kill each other." She sends me an innocent grin, making me groan, plopping my head on the pillow. 

"I'd rather you kill me than the freaking banshee." I pout. 

"I'm touched, sweetheart...truly." 

"Want to explain to me how we are currently communicating with the Founder of Hufflepuff?" Tom asks suddenly, whirling around to face me. 

"Because of Abaddon and a forgotten spell, Helga told me about." I muse, informing him. "Helga is dead. So we are able to communicate with her because her actual spirit is here." I explain, making him whirl on Helga in surprise. 

"You two are also in Limbo right now." My grandmother explains. "A place where ghosts and lost spirits collect. This is also where all the wizards who have gone bad end up." She says softly, in a tone that has goosebumps covering my arms. 

"Can witches and wizards become immortal?" Tom asks suddenly and she shakes her head. 

"There is always a witch or two that tries. They always fail... Are you afraid of dying young one?" She asks him, causing his hands to curl up into fists. 

"No. I'm afraid of nothing." He scowls, making her scoff. 

"Don't lie to a Seer boy." She raises a brow unimpressed. 

Tom blinks and points to me. "So being a Seer is hereditary?" He muses. 

"I heard you gained Necromancy because you touched my goblet." She challenges him. 

"Why?" He challenges her as well.

"Because the goblet must've seen something in you, something worthy." She drawls. 

"I am exceedingly powerful. No wonder it saw me worthy." He smirks, and a shoe is thrown at his head. It bonks off his skull, hard and I wince. 

Grandma Helga's shoe throws were painful. 

"Don't take that arrogant tone with me, young man!" She snaps. "It chose you not because of your power, but because of the goodness in your heart.....however small it may be." She adds the last bit, staring at him silently. 

She knew that she was staring at the future Lord Voldemort. The man that would kill children without a second glance, without remorse or empathy. 

That happened because of the Horcruxes. I'd be damned if he ever found out about them. 

The revelation causes the look of anger on his face to ease into a thoughtful one. 

"Is it just the goblet that can give powers?" He asks, taking out the Slytherin locket. 

Helga takes one look at the locket and rolls her eyes. "Yes. I bewitched it so. Salazar, the old goon, couldn't figure out how I'd done it." She grins, proud. 

"Are you talking about me, Helga?" An old wheezy voice croons from behind us. 

I whirl around and screech, ramming myself into the glass table and flipping it over in my surprise. 

Tom had sprung to his feet, gaping at his ancestor in surprise. 

"Salazar Slytherin." He breathes and the man scoffs, moving around to ruffle Tom's hair good naturally and sit in my previous spot. 

I glare at him, meeting his amused grey eyes in distrust. 

"Grandma..... Can you die twice?" I hiss, making the old man laugh, running a hand through his grey beard. 

"Oh, I like this descendant. She's got fire in her." He nods at my grandmother in approval. "The others are too bland for me." 

"As opposed to your descendant Sally?" Helga mocks him, her blue eyes teasing. 

At the nickname, he sends her an annoyed look. "Tom is impeccably intelligent and powerful. What more could I ask for?" He shrugs. The compliment makes Tom's eyes glimmer in delighted arrogance. 

"He already has a head two sizes too big. You just inflated it more." I scowl, moving to sit down in the spot beside the old geezer. 

"Good. The boy should know his worth."

"Look where that arrogance landed you? Dead and bald." I smile and my grandma giggles jollily. 

"She sure has your cunning wit, Puffer." 

"He sure has your vanity and arrogance Sally." 

"Would you two stop arguing already? It's giving me a headache." And in strolls Rowena Ravenclaw. 

"I know right!?" Godric Gryffindor strides in. 

Tom and I were staring silently at each other in shock. I surely did not expect this to happen.

"I think I need to sit down," I grumble, slouching in my seat. 

"You already are you, idiot." Tom rolls his eyes. 

"I meant sit down even more you imbecile."

"That makes no sense, you toad."

"Listen up fool I-" 

"Alright!" Rowena claps her hands, glaring at the two of us. "Enough bantering. Let's get down to business." She grins happily and then points at Tom. "You! World domination BAD. You will fail." She points to me. "Stop following him around. You will end up dead and all your work would've been for  nothing." She claps and then swooshes her hair to the side, grinning at everyone. "There. DONE!!" 

"Can I slap her?" Helga asks Salazar and he nods. 

"Yes. Please. Knock some sense into the idiot." 

I was blinking rapidly. "Wait. I die?" I ask in a quiet voice and Helga gives me a sad smile. 

"I told you I saw nothing when I read your future love." 

"How the hell did you know my plans!?" Tom growls, his eyes going dark in his menacing lethal rage. 

The air around him pulsed with the magic and anger he was excreting. It even made the founders lean away from him. 

"Tom we are the world's most profound mind readers. Helga can also see the future. I'm not sure how you thought you'd be able to hide it from us." Salazar scoffs, showing his arrogance. 

"Now I have to kill her." He points to me, with pursed lips and I roll my eyes. 

"Please... You think I didn't know?" I huff out an insulted breath. "I'm not an idiot you daft bimboo." 

"Did you just call me-" 

"Yes. Problem?" I hiss, eyes going black in my anger. 

"OUUUUU I LOVE WHEN SHE DOES THAT!!!" Godric points at me. 

Godric Gryffindor was very a tall, muscular man with a mane of wavy red hair that was lion-like in its appearance. His beard matched his hair colour. His green eyes were lit up in excitement as he stared at me in awe. 

"You mean when she goes all demonic on his arse. Yes, I agree." Rowena grins, speaking in her Scottish accent. She perches herself on the armrest beside my grandmother. She was tall, with pale skin, dark eyes, and very long black hair. 

She was slightly intimidating yet stunningly beautiful.

"Put Abaddon away, you daft girl." Tom waves me away like an insect and I raise a brow. 

"I don't want to go away." Abaddon's voice booms from inside me. 

Tom blinks in shock and I smirk. "You don't want to get on his bad side." I chuckle. 

"I AM THE KING OF DEMONS!! HE DARES DISRESPECT ME!! WHEN YOU DIE, I WILL HANG YOU BY YOUR TOENAILS OVER-" 

"See now you've done it. Well done. Good luck with your afterlife." I snort.

Tom was frozen in shock, staring at me jaw agape, like I was some sort of monkey. 

"She's seriously your coolest descendent yet." Salazar nods approvingly. 

"She's even cooler than Harry," Godric whispers loudly and I scoff. 

"No one is cooler than Harry." 

"It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit."

― Noël Coward