Something inside of Hazel told her that what she had dreamt of was important. Something about the founders and their positions. She had to find out what was so important. So she headed down to the library. There had to be something about the founders and their lives within a book somewhere. It was just finding it.

She sat for hours trawling through book after book. She knew she only had a few days before classes started and that she had to find it before then. Her N.E. would take up most of her time and she had to be ready for whatever it was she could feel.

She couldn't find anything.

"UGH!" She shouted as she threw a book against the wall. There was nothing in here that could tell her what she needed to know. It was time to resort to other means.

She headed back to the dorm. She knew there was only one person who could tell her what she needed to know. And then she ran into Hermione.

"Hazel!" Hermione gasped.

"Oh." Hazels determination and recklessness faded, leaving her feeling guilty for even considering that option. "Hi Hermione."

They stood there awkwardly for a few moments, just silently staring at each other. "How have you been?" Hermione enquired, finally breaking the silence.

"Getting by." She admitted. "Currently just trying to find out about the founders for a... uh... personal project. But I'm having zero luck."

Hermione's soft and uncomfortable expression changed into one of excitement and pride. "I know pretty much all there is to know about the founders. What is it you were looking for?"

This was going to be good.

Hermione gave Hazel a lesson on the founders. Hazel made notes with her quill about everything she felt was important.

"Hermione." The interruption was unwarranted but Hermione decided not to argue. "Is there anything about my house in particular. Something secret, or at least not well known?"

Hermione thought long and hard about it. "There is Helga Hufflepuffs cup. All the founders have items, but Helgas was like a chalice. It was passed down through her bloodline, according to books."

And just like that, a light came on. Hazel felt a pull, and she didn't know where from. Maybe the other side was trying to tell them something. Either way, she could feel this was what she was looking for.

"What were the other objects?" She asked, frantically writing them down.

"Rowena Ravenclaw's Lost Diadem, which is basically a tiara. It was lost eons ago tho. No one knows it's whereabouts. Salazar Slytherin had a locket. A cold encrested locket which was also passed down through his family, like Helga." Hermione stopped. Something about this wasn't right. Why was Hazel asking her all these questions?

"What's really going on, Hazel?"

Hazel stared at her blankly. "What do you mean?"

"This research," Hermione began, "it's very specific and also not exactly a topic relating to school. So what are you up to?"

Hermione could see right through her. "It's complicated. But I had a dream about it, and I feel like it's important somehow. I don't know why." But Hermione wasn't convinced.

"Just forget I asked." Hazel quickly got up and rushed off, without answering the question she had been given.

She couldn't tell Hermione the truth. She hadn't even told Fred or George. George... Oh how she missed them both dreadfully. She missed George more though. Her heart ached without them here with her.

How would she make it through the year?

Let alone the next few months without seeing those two ginger idiots who she loved so much. But for now, she would have to continue on.

Her classes took up most of her time and the rest was spent obsessing over these items. Why were they so important? Hazel had gone three week now without summoning ghosts. She was trying to live her life as normally as possible. It was hard every day not to summon her parents to talk to. She hated shutting Cedric out. But she knew they were watching over her.

When Halloween came around, Hazel didn't feel in the spirit. Hogwarts was one of the most magical places in the world and this world was filled with magical and scarey things. But Hazel couldn't care less about dressing up or decorating the dorm. All she could think about was those objects. They meant something. She knew it in her heart. But she couldn't figure it out.

She wound up back in the library that night, researching late into the morning. She found herself drifting off, thinking about Helga and what they were trying to tell her. Why couldn't she just talk to them? She wanted so desperately to know the truth.

"I was hoping you would finally ask me here."

Hazel spun around in a panic. And there stood Helga Hufflepuff. Her mousey hair was plain and clean. Her face was plump but full of kindness and compassion. Dressed in such a regal outfit, Hazel found it hard not to be intimidated.

"I didn't." She admitted. "I've been trying not to summon anyone. To be normal."

"But you aren't" That cut like a knife through her chest, though she knew the truth behind it. "That isn't why you asked me here though, is it my dear?" Helga question was so sincere and calming.

"Why are these items so important?" Hazel asked. "I don't understand what you are all trying to tell me."

Helga smiled sweetly and placed a hand on Hazels shoulder. Hazel felt nothing but air. "We are trying to help you." She explained, her expression suddenly hardening. "There is a terrible danger."

"I know that. I've faced a lot of danger in my life yknow."

"Not like this." She urged. "These items, if found, can lead you towards peace. They can help protect everyone."

"How?"

"By destroying them."