It would seem that wasn't going to be my only meeting with Salazar Slytherin. Every night after classes I would go back to the RoR and continue to copy down the secret passages. After awhile Slytherin would show up and start pestering me.

One night I had finally had enough and interrupted his monologue about who-knows-what. "Will you kindly shut up!" Slytherin looked at me coolly but stopped talking.

"Must you always come here and pester me? Why are you even here, is there a reason?"

"I come here because if this room." was his reply.

"Sal that tells me nothing." Hearing me say the name Sal makes him narrow his eyes at me, slightly irritated. His irritation is exactly why I call him that. "What is so important about this room–besides the fact there's a map of Hogwarts is in here–that you feel the need to come here whenever I do?"

He stared into the fire with a contemplative look, as if wondering if he should tell me. "The fact that you could enter this room at all is why I decided to come and watch you." He strode up to the table and set his hand over the image of the map, "This image of Hogwarts was what we had used to build the castle. It is what you would call a 'blueprint'. The four of us had agreed to hide the map away so our enemies might not get a hold of it and be able to infiltrate the castle."

It was true. I could see on the second floor that the chamber of secrets had a passage that led out into the forest. It was obviously for the basilisk, and only parseltoungues, but that was an example. There was another passage that led to the middle of the Quidditch pitch, and one that stopped outside the west entrance of the castle.

"What does that have to do with me being able to come in here?" I asked.

"Because nobody else knew about this rooms existence we hid the map here. Nobody else was supposed to find it, or even be able to get into the room. The fact that you were able to conjure a room with the map and enter the room is the reason for my presence."

I set my quill down on my almost finished map and looked at the room around me. "Why is it so surprising that I was able to enter the room though?"

Salazar let out a long, suffering sigh but responded anyway, "You were able to conjure up this room that held the map," he tapped the table, "and because it's in here the door should not have allowed you to enter. But for some reason you were able to. It's for that reason we wanted to find out about you."

I was nodding my head until I realized what he said. "What do you mean 'we'?"

"If you wish to know," he pointed to the entrance of a secret room on the sixth floor, "the. You will just have to come and find out." and with that he vanished from sight.

I picked up my quill and absentmindedly finished copying all of the secret passages before leaving the room. I looked down and saw there was actually a secret passage behind the Barnabas the Barmy tapestry across from the RoR.

I moved aside the tapestry to reveal a set of stairs. The stairs led down to a twisting tunnel. It was about ten minutes before I reached what looked like a door. The tunnel kept going, but according to the map this first door opened up to the sixth floor. Turns out this tunnel wove throughout the whole castle, it had an exit for each floor.

Opening the door and found myself outside of the Astronomy tower stairway. When I closed the doorway I found the door to be a painting of a wolf pack. The wolves were a beautiful white, matching the snowy background. I went down the hallway and found where the entrance for the secret room was supposed to be. All I saw was a set of armor.

I looked at the map, then at the armor. I closed the book and tucked into my robe and set my hands on my hips. I started tapping my foot and examined where the entrance could possibly be. The armor was standing on a pedestal. It's back was straight with one arm behind its back and the other holding an ax.

I knocked on the chest of the suit and listened to the resounding echo. The armor suddenly took up its ax and wielded it at the wall next to it. I covered my ears to muffle the loud clanging noise from the impact. I cracked my eyes open and looked a the wall. My eyebrows were high upon my forehead as I watched ripples appear on the wall.

Walking up to the wall and set my hand in it, only to have it sink through the wall. I fell through the wall and crashed to the floor beyond it. Thankfully the floor was carpeted and cushioned my landing.

I pushed myself off of the white carpet and looked ahead of me to find a green wall with a portrait of Salazar Slytherin hanging in the middle of the wall. He was looking down at me and I realized this was the second time he has ever seen me fall to the floor.

"So you're a portrait now? I thought you were a ghost?" Salazar didn't respond to my question, but someone else did.

"When we made these portraits we had it so that when we passed on our presence would still be able to watch over the castle."

I whipped my head to the left and saw a blue painted wall with the portrait of a woman in the middle of the wall. She had long black hair and dark eyes looking kindly down at me. "So you are the child Salazar has spoken about?"

Before I could answer a man spoke up, and it wasn't Salazar. "Of course she is! How else would she have found this room?"

The booming voice came from a portrait on another wall, this time painted red. The portrait was a muscular man with a mane of red hair and a thick red beard. His green eyes, while not as intense as Salazar's, we're looking at me with a sparkle of mischief. "Look at her! She's pretty isn't she? The perfect heiress!"

"Godric honestly her looks are not the reason for her being a perfect heir." I spun again and found the fourth, and final wall to be painted an off white with the picture of a woman sitting down in a wing backed chair. She was a rather plump woman with fiery red hair, more red than the man she called Godric. She looked over me with her blue eyes, "She is pretty though. Those eyes are striking!"

I blushed and looked down. I peaked through a curtain of hair and looked at Salazar's portrait. "When you said we…you meant the rest of the founders?"

He smirked, "Of course I did. Who else would I have been talking about?"

I hugged but said nothing. If I had known I was going to be meeting the other founders I would have changed, and put some better clothes on. From the sounds of things though, it would seem Godric Gryffindor didn't mind. I looked at said mans portrait, "You think I'm pretty?"

The other founder groaned and the portrait of Ravenclaw spoke, "Do not mind him dear. He's always been a charmer." I nodded my head. It sounded like Gryffindor was like an old version of James Potter.

In the middle of the room there was a circle of white couches with a white table in the middle. I set my bag on a couch and my map book on the table. The book caught the attention of all of the founders. "What is that–? You know, I do not believe we have ever gotten your name."

I looked at Helga, "My name is Danielle Abby."

"But that is not your full name, is it child." I glanced at Salazar from my position on the couch.

"No," I agreed, "it isn't my full name. When I came here I found out that I was the heiress of ancient and noble lines. If you must know my full name is Daniella Rose Abby-Morrickson-Ravenclaw-Slytherin."

The founders were all looking at me with surprise, Ravenclaw and Slytherin more so. "Salazar!" Gryffindors voice never seemed to lose its booming quality, "You didn't tell us she was one of Rowena's! And to top it off she's a Morrickson!"

"What is that supposed to mean?" His last sentence made me puff up with indignation.

"Nothing Lady Abby-Morrickson-Ravenclaw-Slytherin!" Godric rushed out the sentence, trying to reassure me. "I was friends with a Morrickson is all."

"Oh that's right! Erik Morrickson, he was a childhood friend of yours wasn't he Godric? You two were thick as thieves." I jumped and looked next to me to see Helga Hufflepuff sitting on the couch next to me. I looked back at the painting to see it had stopped moving. Helga chuckled, "No need to be startled Lady Abby-Morrickson-Ravenclaw-Slytherin. We are able to leave our portraits and obtain this ghost like form. It was Rowena's idea."

I shook my head, "Please don't call me Lady Abby-Morrickson-Ravenclaw-Slytherin. It's a mouth full, and I'm only the heiress. Danielle will do."

Rowena's ghost form appeared on the couch across from me. "You may only be the heiress but you are still part of the ancient bloodlines. It's your responsibility to honor that."

"You don't understand, I don't know how! I shouldn't even be a part of these ancient families." I started feeling a little distressed. I've been so lost in this world. Only able to make my way from what I've read in books. My classes are being rushed because I have to learn five years worth of material in only eight weeks. Two years worth for the electives. The stress has been killing me.

"And why shouldn't you be a part of these families, Lady Danielle?" Salazar appeared on my left.

"I…" I didn't know if I should tell them. I knew I could trust them, but I also knew they couldn't help me. There weren't books out there that could send me back to another time, let alone another dimension. That kind of magic hadn't even been really thought about. They make it with Time Turners but they only work over a span of hours.

"You can tell us child. Do not be afraid." It seemed Godric had decided to join us on the couch, he was sitting next to Rowena.

I shifted in my seat and looked at the expectant faces of the founders. Saying this output seemed to prove harder than I would have thought. "I'm not really from around here."

"Well we figured that from your accent, but that doesn't mean you can't be a part of the families." said Rowena.

"No that's not what I meant! I meant…I meant I'm from another time, in a different dimension."

The statement made their eyebrows rise. "Honey," Helga set her hand on my knee, but the comforting gesture was lost when I felt nothing, "I know you might be feeling a little stressed, but that kind of thing simply isn't possible."

"You don't think I know that!" I jumped up from the seat and began pacing around the circle of couches. "That I don't know I sound absolutely crazy!"

Salazar appeared in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. "If what you're saying is true, is there a way for you to prove it? Otherwise your claims will make you be deemed as crazy."

I scratched my head and thought of any possible ways to prove it. "Can you use magic?"

"No." The forlorn response came from Godric.

I sighed really loudly. With them unable to use magic made legilimaency out of the question. I couldn't tell them about Harry Potter or anything about the books because all of that stuff happens in the future and can't be proven as true. Besides I didn't want any of it to become true. There was one other option I could try, however.

"Can you use a pensieve?" Rowena went to speak, probably to say no, but stopped and seemed to change her answer.

"I am unsure if it is possible. We haven't tried it." I nodded my head and gathered up my things before running to the wall I had entered from.

"Meet me in the Room of Requirement. I'll see if I can get the room to make up a pensieve." I cautiously stuck my head through the wall to make sure nobody was around to see me, before rushing out and going back to the wolf painting. These wolves are everywhere.

"Er, could you open up please?" One wolf from the pack noticed me and trotted up away from its pack, as if trying to get closer. It sat back and cocked its head at me.

"Could you please open up? I have to go to the seventh floor."

It cocked its head the other way and the door remained firmly shut. I let out a frustrated sigh, "Is there some kind of password I'm supposed to use?"

The wolf let out a howl of agreement and I quickly shushed it. I listened for any footsteps before determining nobody had heard. "Well what is it?"

The wolf did nothing. "Is it something stupidly random like…like jester or something?" It was the first word to come into my head and I have no idea why.

I couldn't find a reason to care when I heard the door give a soft click and swing outward. "You've got to be kidding me." I deadpanned. "You made me make it up didn't you?" I heard a muffled bark.

Whatever works I guess. I made it through the tunnel up to the Barnabas tapestry. Cautiously sticking my head out before pacing in front of the wall and waiting for the door appeared.

When it appeared I entered at the same time the founders showed up. The room was the same, only this time there was a pensieve sitting on the table on top of the map. "Alright you guys," I held my wand up to my forehead, "how do I do this?"

"You mean to tell me," started Salazar, "that you don't know how to extract memories?"

"Er…no?"

"That is foolish." He snapped. "Had you not asked you could have seriously messed with your own head! Getting a memory twisted and jumbled with other and you wouldn't be able to distinguish which was which."

"Alright I realize that! It's why I asked you guys so I didn't do anything drastic to myself." I retorted.

"Calm down, both of you." Rowena was quick to intervene. "Now, Lady Daniella, you need to focus on the memory you wish to extract, and only that memory. If you get distracted while retrieving the memory then there could be consequences."

I nodded and searched for a memory I could show them. The first memory I extracted was one where I was on the computer looking up various things, most likely Harry Potter things. The next was when I was leaving the library and a car drove by. Another was when I had gone to the mall for a job.

These memories were enough to show I was from the muggle world, and another time. But it didn't explain the fact I was from another dimension. I placed my wand to my temple seven more times before I was finally done.

When the last memory was placed into the pensieve theme founders shifted closer to the basin. "Well, here goes nothing." And with that Godric stuck his head into the bowl of memories. When he didn't come back up the other founders joined him. Feeling awkward standing there while their ghostly forms were bent over the pensieve, I decided to join them.

It seemed they made it to my memory of the cars. They were looking around them with pure curiosity, and when a car drove through them Godric jumped back and walked through me. But it wasn't me, it was memory me.

They stared at memory me and surveyed the clothes I was wearing. I had on a black tshirt with a navy blue sweatshirt. My pants were simple dark skinny jeans, and I had on my pair of beat up black converse.

"What are you wearing?" Salazar sounded scandalized. "That is not the proper attire for an heiress."

"That's the style where I'm from. It's not like I've ever had anything nice to wear anyway." My tone was bitter as I spoke the last sentence.

The founders looked at me questioningly but didn't have the chance to ask because the memories changed. I smiled at the familiar surroundings of the local mall. I was made the malls janitor because I was too young to get a job in any of the stores, but they didn't mind having another set of hands cleaning up the mall.

"What is this place?" Godric looked at me. He seemed to have a childish glee sparkling in his eyes at the fact we were standing in a place they had never before seen.

"This is what we called a mall. It's kind of like our own Diagon Alley, except the stores have been put inside one big building." I explained.

The next memory surrounded us in darkness until one wall suddenly lit up. A big screen was in front of us, and on the screen was the image of an eleven year old Harry Potter getting sorted into Gryffindor. Salazar heard him arguing with the hat about not wanting to go into Slytherin.

"There was a good reason for him not to go into your house Sal." My voice made Salazar stop talking. "You might understand better if you read the book, or saw the full movie." I rubbed my chin with thought when the memory screen fazed and we were given the image of Harry Potter down in the Chamber of Secrets talking with Tom Riddle.

The founders were silent throughout the small clips from each Harry Potter movie. We were suddenly brought out of the memories.

Rowena spoke first. "Those images from the memories." She looked at me, "They took place in Hogwarts?"

I nodded, "Yes they did."

"And that boy, with the Lightning bolt scar, that was his life story?" I nodded again.

"His life has not happened yet has it?" Her voice was gentle, but I still tensed up.

"No. It hasn't." I tilted my head, "How did you know?"

"We make sure to keep track of who teaches here at Hogwarts." Salazar took over the conversation. "We know now that the current headmaster is one Armando Dippet. The headmaster for the boy was Albus Dumbledore, who is currently working as the transfiguration teacher. It would mean the things we saw were future events."

"And that means you know what looks to be a future wizarding war." Helga was looking at me with compassion. "That is a big burden you hold on your shoulders."

I shrugged. "That's alright. It's not like I can do much about it."

"But you can Danielle, you can!" The passionate words came from Godric.

"What am I supposed to do, huh? There's nothing I can do! The bastard wants to be a dark lord, nothing I say would change that! And wouldn't that conversation go well? 'Hey I know your future and it turns out you become the next dark lord!' Yea that'll go well."

"Do you really know that he wants to become a dark lord?" Helga was the one who asked me.

I opened my mouth, but soon closed it. "I suppose not. I've never had the chance to talk with him and get to know him. I don't think anyone has had the chance to get to know him."

"Maybe he's lonely, and because of that it led him to the path of becoming a dark lord?" Helga suggested before she disappeared, probably back to her portrait.

I sighed, "Maybe."

"By the sounds of it, this dark lord was one of my snakes. It's possible that you might never get the chance to know him because he has built walls to protect himself from others." With that Salazar disappeared as well.

"That makes me feel better." I said sarcastically.

"Come here little lion." Godric set his arm around my shoulders and squeezed me. It was weird because it didn't feel warm or cold, just kind of there. "If you set your mind to it, then there's no doubt that you would be able to find a way to make a difference. You have the chance to stop a whole wizarding war by being here, you just have to figure out how." Godric slowly faded away.

Rowena was the last one to leave the Room. "You have the materials to stop him. You may be unable to do anything now. But you have knowledge on your side, Daniella. All you need to do is use it to the best of your abilities." and with that she faded from view.

I turned to gaze into the dancing flames of the fireplace. The founders seemed as if they wanted me to stop the future from happening, to change it. The only problem was I didn't know how.