AN: Hello! I'm so excited!

Noel Ardnek, this is NOT sugar or caffeine talking...

Welcome to the fourth story of the Imprint Series! BTW, Seth and Erin are going to stay together in this fiction!

I'm a little annoyed. I'm in the dining room, typing away, when I hear my little sis turn on the tv. It's Big Time Rush from Nickelodeon. They supposedly have "Hollywood Fever." A doctor came on and one of the guys asked if she's any good. She's like, "Yeah. One time, Taylor Lautner refused to leave the house without his sock monkey."

WTF? THAT IS DISRESPECT ON SO MANY LEVELS! DID THEY AT LEAST ASK IF THEY COULD USE HIS NAME? I DON'T THINK SO! AND WHY MAKE HIM SOUND ALL WIMPY? HE CAN TURN ANY OF THOSE LAME "BIG TIME RUSH" GUYS SINGING PRETZELS!

Whoa, okay, I guess I did get into some sugar this morning...

Hey, if in some other dimension we ever become friends, maybe I can show him a video of that or something to tease him...

Oh, well. I've kept you waiting. Here's the story!

Chapter 1

Harry's POV

"Harry!"

An olive-colored shape smacked into me, almost toppling me over. Iron arms threatened to squeeze the life out of me.

"Jeff... Too... Strong..." I gasped.

"Oops, sorry!" Jeffery let go of me. I fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

"Harry! Seth! Erin!" Aunt Athena screamed, running outside to meet us.

"Harry! You okay?" Uncle Nahuel asked, helping me up. Jeffery lifted my suitcase (which weighed a ton) and took it inside the house.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Is Jeffery lifting weights?"

"No. It came naturally."

"Wow."

"I know."

"Rin-rin!" a capuchin monkey flew out of nowhere and perched on Mom's shoulder.

"Ri!" Mom laughed.

"Hi, Erin! Hi Seth and Harry! It's been years!" the monkey screeched. She raised her little paws up in the air, shaking her head.

"I see she improved her English," Mom said.

"Years of training," Ri joked. She jumped off Erin's shoulder (AN: I know you hate me for this, but Harry feels uncomfortable saying "Mom" all the time. And I get tired of writing it.) and began to shudder. Her paws turned into human hands. Her body grew. And her face morphed into a human's. The only thing left from her monkey self was her tail.

"Harry, it's good to see you!" she gushed, hugging me gently.

"You too, Ri," I laughed at the monkey girl. Her tail flicked at her name.

"I trust life has been good?" she asked.

"So far. I'm enrolling for that talent school."

"Ah, TALENT."

"Yeah, talent..."

"No, that's the name. Talent Academics and Learning Entertainment for the Next Tradition. The first headmaster wanted a school for the arts to create new traditions and expertises," Athena explained.

"Oh. That's cool," I said, grinning. Jeffy came back out.

"I set up my PS3," he said. "Wanna play Assassins' Creed?"

"Cool!" I yelled, running after him.

...

After watching Jeffy play the game and playing a bit on my own, I wandered around the house. There were three bathrooms. One was for the master bedroom, another was for Jeffy. The third, I guessed, was for Ri and guests. I learned that Ri didn't live here. She just visited from time to time.

There was a door at the end of the hallway on the top floor of the house. When I opened it, it led to stairs. Curious, I crept up and looked through a keyhole.

I saw old paintings, an old mannequin, and a ton of boxes and trunks. It was an attic.

I sighed, dissatisfied, and went back down the stairs. I drew my hand against the wall on the way down.

That's how I heard the air hiss. I paused.

Looking up, I saw that the crack my hand passed caved in. I hissed in surprise. Oops.

I inspected the crack. Air flowed through. I looked around it. It wasn't a crack! It was a door!

I pushed the door open. What I saw was even more surprising.

This room was spotless. There were no cobwebs, and yet there was a vent to breathe. There was no dust. In fact, the whole place looked like it has been cleaned regularly!

The room was big enough for me to walk in. There were bookshelveslining one wall, with leather-bound books and old hardcovers. There were paintings and an old desk at the other wall. Across the room, there was a couch and a small bed.

It was an extra bedroom.

"Cool," I whispered. I closed the door behind me and inspected the books. I took one out and looked at the dates. 1893. That's as old as this house!

I put the book back and looked at the desk. There were numerous fountain pens and old paper, and a withering note in the center.

Dear reader,

I can tell that if you are reading this you are a curious character, like I am. Feel free to use this room as you please, because I am happy to have this room rediscovered. Any other person that comes across this house must not know anything about this room. This room must be rediscovered by another, and another, just like me and whoever had this place before me.

Thank you, and use this room wisely.

G.L.F.

G.L.F.? What were those initials? And what did they mean by "wisely?"

"Where's Harry, Jeffy? It's dinner time," Athena said from downstairs. I looked at the floor vent.

Athena was in an apron, carrying bowls of soup. Jeffy shrugged.

"Harry!" Erin yelled.

I ran out of the room and shut the door quickly.

Smiling to myself, I went downstairs. I think I'll like it here.

AN: I wish I had a room like that in my house. I guess that's why I put it here. No, Harry won't be sleeping in it, because nobody's supposed to know about it. But he's going to use it from time to time.

Thank you for staying with me throughout this entire series. I just couldn't stop myself from doing another!