So, I was just thinking about this idea for a fanfic...so I decided to write it down before I forgot. It's sort of weird, but yeah. It's about the fifth founder of Hogwarts, and why she is never mentioned or even has a house...Starring, Harry Potter (no duh!)

Harry Potter was walking through the older part of the castle that was his school. His school of course was one for witches and wizards, because that's what Harry Potter was, a wizard. He liked to walk through this part of the castle because no one else went there. It was supposed to be haunted or something. Dangerous. But it was quiet, and peaceful, and in the early morning the sun cast the most amazing shadows on the walls. It was like the place was deigned for the sunrise. That is why Harry called it, "Soulus Namas" which in English means, "The Sun House".

Harry often walked there in the morning, watching the entire hall. On the East Side, the walls were almost non-existent. Tall pillars supported the roof, which was about 20 feet higher than the floor. The pillars wound straight up, like tall, knotted trees. They created sections of sunlight on the opposite wall which had no windows, no dents or curves. It was a long flat piece of dull sandstone, perfectly smooth, but not polished. Back on the East wall, or should I say East pillars, long tangled vines slowly made there twisting way up and up, until they reached the ceiling. Long knotted roots, crept across the wide hallway, twisting and turning as if they moved often. Always keeping you on guard, always making sure you pay attention to the beautiful patterns they made.

In between each pillar, was a strange looking statue, designed so that when you look at it, it doesn't look like anything. But things are not always what they seem. At the first light of dawn, in between the shadows of the first two pillars, on the sandstone wall, will be standing a beautiful morning star, the last memory of night. And as the light of the sun moves, the star morfs, changes into a beautiful woman dancing. The statue never moves, but the image changes. One weekend Harry sat in the room for the entire day, watching as the shadows kept changing, always something new, and always something different. But in the end, they all shared the room and they all moved to show something new, yet never moved at all. It wasn't magic. It was something more.

After all that had happened last year, the tri-wizard tournament, Cedric, Voldemort, people seemed to act different around him. Even Ron and Hermione, and the rest of his dorm mates. Everyone stared at him at meals, in the library, and even in his own dormitory. Rumors were flying about everywhere. Harry killed Cedric, Voldemort made Harry kill Cedric, Cedric is still alive and in hiding for fear that Harry would kill him. It was days like these, that Harry appreciated the quiet of this "haunted" part of the castle the most. In truth, Harry did think it was haunted, but not in the way the rest of the students and staff believed. Sometimes he would be sitting in the hall, reading a book and he would feel a presence there, in the room. Or sometimes he would go there to cry just for the sake of relieving him of emotions, and he'd feel a cool reassuring breeze dry his tears away. But always, there was that sense of comfort and familiarity surrounding him. Almost as if it were hugging him.

There was one part of the hall that Harry liked the most, and it was after all of the shadows. The hall was a dead end, and at the end stood a mirror. This mirror was the most fascinating thing there, because it didn't show anything but the past. And every time he looked into it, he would see a woman walking down the hall.

She wore a white dress that flowed down to her ankles. It had a baby pink lace that was tied high around her waist, to draw in the fabric and show off her figure. Below the waist, the soft fabric like the thinnest cotton you have ever seen, flowed loose so that when she walked, the fabric trailed softly behind her like there was a constant breeze around her. Her feet were bare, except for an anklet made out of the thin branches of a willow tree braided together that she wore on her left ankle. The cut of the dress was low, trimmed with the same pink lace as the belt. It showed off her breast and the fair skin on her neck. The dress had short sleeves trimmed with the pink lace as well. Her wrists were bare, and her hands small but strong. Her nails were clean of all dirt and nail polish. They were long and round tipped. Her fingers were long and looked like they were very skilled and precise. Perfect for potion making, or even catching a snitch.

Her hair was long and perfectly black, she wore it with the front pulled back out of her eyes, and the loose strands tucked behind her ears. She wore braided willow branches as a sort of crown that matched her anklet. Her eyes were perfect almonds, a mixture of blue and green that reminded Harry of the sea on a cold spring day. Her nose was small and shaped kind of like a pair, and her lips were thin and frowning. She looked almost sad, whenever she walked down the hall, like it was the last time she would do so. When she got to the mirror she smiled for a second and Harry could swear that she was smiling at him.

Harry new for sure that she was the ghost in the hall. And he was comforted by that. She seemed to like Harry, for all of the other people that have entered the hall have said that it was the scariest thing in the world, that it was filled with screaming and crying, and sounds of pure sorrow. No one had ever really seen the hall because they were too busy getting out. They did not see the shadows, and they did not see the woman in the mirror. Harry had never told anyone that he was in there, he kept everything that happened in there a secret. When questioned about it, he would say that he was by the lake or taking a walk by the forest. This place was his secret escape, the only place he could go without a worry in the world.

Harry reached up to run his hand along the edge of the round mirror, he moved his long fingers along the smooth patterns in the frame and he felt the cool of the soft gold, and caressed the edge of the aging mirror, when he looked up, he saw the woman smiling at him once more. But it was different this time, she didn't look away for a long time. She starred right into his eyes, and then she slowly bent her head, letting her black hair fall over her shoulders. She looked at a spot on the mirror's edge. At the very bottom of the frame there was something that hadn't been there before. Because things aren't always what they seem. At the bottom of the frame, there was a small circle carved into the gold, Harry reached down and placed his finger on it. Slowly he pushed on it and the circle retracted into the frame. And at that same moment, the mirror became water, Harry lifted his finger and touched it in the center. It was indeed water, for the small touch of his finger sent ripples across the now wavy image. Harry didn't even think when he lifted up his foot and placed it on the other side, he didn't even think when the rest of his body followed, and when he was through, the water became solid again, and Harry Potter was no longer at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, but he was still in the castle.

If someone were to do a scrying spell, they would not be able to find him, and if looking at the marauders map Harry would not be listed anywhere. After all, this part of the school does not exist.

A/N: so what do you think? Please review, and if anyone, ANYONE, can draw, please, I gave you detailed descriptions...I would love you forever? Send it to my e-mail, it's ( gypsespirithotmail) Thank you muchly for your reviews, good or bad. Oh and reviewers: constructive criticism is widely accepted.