A/N: Well look who rose up from the dead!

(I did really fail Math by the way. In my defence I was experiencing a headache that hurt so much I could sense Voldemort, but I'm just saying.)

A guest asked me a great question in a review: whether I use Google translate or not. The answer is a straight no. Because I've seen enough Google Translate Sings on YouTube to not take Google translate seriously. (You should watch them- they're hilarious, and the singer is really really nice.)

Also, FYI, ever notice why the Latin names are similar to the elements' atomic symbols? That's because they're the shortened version of the elements' Latin names. For instance, plumbum is lead in Latin. Its atomic symbol is Pb. Hydragyrum is Latin for mercury, thus, its atomic symbol is Hg. (Sorry for the nerdy knowledge, I can't help it!)

Thanks for asking, and I hope I've answered your question. But if you do find any problems with the Latin, or my scientific knowledge, feel free to point it out! We do wish our facts are accurate.

The last chapter has been updated because of a problem with the spacing. Apparently I need to press 'enter' twice to start a paragraph?? I am no computer genius, and Microsoft Word isn't really my friend. I apologize for said problems.

Disclaimer: I have nothing.

Agatha ran.

Her legs hurt. Her chest hurt. Her shoulders hurt from carrying a very unconscious, very heavy Hester, who still maintained an iron grip on the piece of paper from Houndhunt's office. And all the while she was running, her brain yelled, Oh, crap, Agatha! Now run!

She kicked the door open and it hit the wall with a very audible slam. Agatha winced, but kept going. Her back was aching and her legs were protesting, but she bolted down the stairs, occasionally tripping on the cobblestone steps and tumbling down, scraping her knees. She gritted her teeth.

She leapt from the last few steps to the ground, yelping at the impact and the pain of her feet. She winced as she nudged the gate open with her shoulders. Outside, the suits of armor were still immobile, but Agatha, afraid that Houndhunt would see them and find out what happened (even though it wasn't really their fault), brushed past them and sprinted down the hall as fast as she could.

She had never been in this section of the castle before, and she turned corners and passed corridors before a pang hit her: she was very, very lost. Scowling, she tried to backtrack, but it was no use- she didn't remember the route in her desperation and panic.

Maybe I should sit here and wait for Beatrix and Chaddick to patrol around here and find us, her mind suggested. Agatha huffed and brushed the thought away. This floor was not part of their patrol route. Unless the two Evers suddenly felt an unexplainable urge to check the dungeons, they were not going to patrol this floor.

That's why Hansel and Gretel exists, her meaner inner side chided, so that impulsive children like you are warned.I'm not impulsive, the other part of her mind yelled back immediately.

Beats me.

"Shush," Agatha hissed, willing her mind to shut up. She gently laid Hester down on the carpeted floor and stretched her aching muscles. After she popped her knuckles and did some neck exercises (Sophie had taught her some a few months before, "you know, to release some of your tension and stress. Princesses never look good or do much good when they're stressed.") she bent down and checked whether Hester was okay.

Hester had gone noticeably pale, and her demon tattoo was twitching slightly.

She knew that if Hester didn't wake up, she had absolutely no chance of getting back to Good. Hester, a Never at heart, and Class Captain to boot, would know the castle like the back of her palm, wouldn't she? Every room, every shortcut, she would know where they were and get them back to their respective rooms before long.

Agatha patted Hester's shoulders.

No response.

She shoke Hester harder.

Hester still remained unconscious.

Agatha inhaled deeply and yelled, in her loudest voice, "Hey!"

Hester gave a barely audible groan.

"Come on, just wake up," Agatha muttered. "Please wake up-"

"Who's there!"

Agatha jumped.

Footsteps echoed down the hall. Agatha's eyes widened as she recognized the owner of the gruff voice. She scanned the hall for a door that could lead to a room for her to hide in, a broom closet, anything... But there was only a vase sitting on top of a pillar slightly shorter than her.

"Do not move," Houndhunt hissed, her voice growing nearer and nearer.

Agatha wished she had a pool of Wish Fish. They could probably make a room, or a wall that blocked Houndhunt's way, so she wouldn't be able to find them.

Sadly, she had nothing.

She stared at a cobblestone wall intently. I wish for a room.

No room appeared. The vase, lounging on its pillar, seemed to be staring down at her and mocking her. With no success, she tried again, this time with even more determination. I wish for a place where we can hide in for a few minutes! A way out!

Fat lot of good her wish-granting powers were right now. Houndhunt's footsteps seemed to only grow louder.

Frustrated with no plan, Agatha dragged Hester from the middle of the corridor to underneath the pillar so her body leaned against the marble. At least she wouldn't see Hester, Agatha sighed. She inhaled deeply. Maybe Houndhunt would give her a detention and nothing more. A lifetime ban from entering Evil she could manage. But what if she sentenced Agatha to no magic-

Squeak.

Agatha froze.

Hester had moved.

Unfortunately, it also caused the pillar to shift.

And topple.

It hit the ground with a loud bang that echoed through the hallway. Agatah stiffened, desperately hoping for a miracle, anything to stop her from seeing them.

But her hopes shattered when a livid Houndhunt turned the corner. Agatha had never seen a teacher so mad- it was only an accident, I didn't mean to break into your office, Agatha defended herself in her mind- Houndhunt's face was contorted, the gash on her face making her seem like a wild beast on the hunt- her fingerglow was a bright, bold crimson, its light blinding-

"And you thought," Houndhunt growled in a raspy voice. "you could get away with breaking into my office, stealing my property, you Ever-"

"No!"

Another burst of red light collided with Houndhunt's. The professor gave a gasp and clutched her arm where the spell hit.

"Who-"

Her eyes widened, her body went stiff, and she toppled, almost lifeless, to the ground.

Agatha stared at the older woman, who was lying on the floor in a heap, as if she were petrified. Slowly, she turned towards the direction where the spell had come from.

Hester had propped herself up with an arm. The other hand was held up and her finger was glowing with a violent red. She looked tired.

"Ready to go?"

XXXXX

It was hard to 'go'. The hallways were winding, with crossroads and corners, like a labyrinth. They stumbled through hallways and randomly selected the way when they encountered crossroads, until even Hester declared themselves to be 'lost'.

Frustrated, she groaned, "Come to think of that, I'd rather have followed Houndhunt just now. At least we'd be on track."

"These corridors all look the same," Agatha said. "Perhaps we should've left some marks or something, so we could turn around and find our way from where we came from."

"About nine thousand turns and not one door in sight." Hester said, tired. "I need to sit down."

She knelt to the floor almost immediately, her back against the wall.

"I'm sorry for dragging you through this," Agatha sighed.

Her fellow Captain nodded. "Same, too. We shouldn't have gone into her blasted office."

"We could blast a hole in the walls. Or we could use a compass spell."

"What good can a compass do if we don't even know where we are?" Hester countered.

"I wish we did."

"Of course."

Agatha slumped against the wall. Okay, Evil castle, you've got us.What should I do? We've been walking for almost an hour and we can't find our way back. This place is a labyrinth.I wish for a room, a sanctuary, a safe place.

Her inhaled. Determination, she told herself. I need determination. Magic follows emotion.

I just need to wish harder. Her forehead scrunched up, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

She took a deep breath. Clear your mind.

She let all her frustrations, confusions and wariness weave in and out of her mind.

The way.

Her fear of being failed, of being banned from the school, from magic, of Houndhunt's wrath. Her anger of being here in the first place. Her regret.

I wish to find the way.

"Agatha? Agatha, are you alright?"

Irrational fears and anger. Unexplainable tiredness.

She opened her eyes and stretched put her right arm.

"What's wrong? Agatha?"

Her right hand was wrapped in a blanket of bright light, a shower of golden illumination, with tiny sparkles dancing around her palm. It was so alike to the cocoon she was wrapped in during her First Year, during the incident with the Wish Fish, but this time, instead of turning the Mogrif make into human, her hand was glowing... As was the wall in front of them.

"Magic follows emotion," Agatha whispered.

"I'm highly disturbed," Hester muttered. "What'd you wish for?"

"A way out." Agatha concentrated even harder. Just get us out of here, she mused, her palm glowing brighter and brighter.

Glittering dust settled on the part if the wall which was glowing. Agatha bit her lip. Is the dust breaking the wall so we could pass through? Is the dust guiding us? She'd used her powers only a few times before, and not once had sparkles appeared while she was channelling her powers.

Have faith, she told herself.

The glittery dust was forming a large rectangular shape, about three times taller than Agatha (by standards she wasn't very tall) and as wide as two bookshelves put together in the Library of Virtue.

"A door," she mumbled. The dust began to slowly materialize into a wooden door with a brass handle in shape of a graceful swan. "I've created a door."

"This has to be one of the secret chambers or passageways in the castle." Heater chimed in. "There are many."

Go open the door.

"Should we go in? We're stuck anyway."

"Why not?"

Have faith. Open the door.

XXXXX

The room was twice as big as Houndhunt's study, easily the largest office in the school Agatha had seen. The floors were made of marble, so smooth that Agatha could see her reflection. There were mirrors in the room, each approximately two meters tall. Flowers were displayed in tall vases in numerous alcoves in the room, and the aroma of parchment and flowers drifted in the air.

A portrait of a bearded man hung proudly on a wall, and below the portrait was a sturdy desk of oak and three leather chairs. Papers were spread across the desk messily, a black swan paperweight on top of clumsily stacked papers, and on another pile of paper, a toppled ink pot spilled ink on parchment.

"That man looks familiar," Agatha could hear Hester mutter.

"I don't think I've ever seen him before," she replied.

A white sofa was backed up against the left wall, with a blanket of pearly white fur draped over the leather. Standing grandly by its right were two gigantic bookshelves made of the same material as the desk, lined with leather-bound books, thick and thin, and locked cupboards also made of wood. On its left were canvasses propped up by easels. There were pictures that looked oddly familiar and other artworks that were completely alien to Agatha. The opposite wall was covered entirely by velvet curtains that cascaded from the ceiling to the ground, as lengthy as a waterfall.

The ceiling was painted velvety black and dotted with twinkling stars, and some were joined by lines, forming strange shapes. Constellations, Agatha mused, remembering how Dovey had taught them about these patterns in the sky. Orion... Ursa Major... Cassiopeia...

"Whose office is this?" Agatha voiced her thoughts aloud.

"It doesn't belong to the teachers. This room is too big for faculty offices, and that portrait- I don't recognize him."

"Then... Are we- are we trespassing?"

"We should leave," Hester said carefully. "But we're still lost even if we go out."

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Hester went silent and Agatha sighed. Either way they were lost.

Why had she come into this room in the first place?

Agatha snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a loud banging. She whipped her head towards Hester, frantically kicking at the door with hexes flowing out of her mouth as she pointed her crimson fingerglow at the door.

"The door, it- just- won't- open!" Hester huffed. She shot a spell at the door, and for a second, Agatha expected the door to shatter into splinters. Hester's hex was like a fiery comet striking at the door.

Unfortunately, the spell bounced right off, as if an invisible shield was protecting the door from any type of harm. The hex landed on the floor with a red glow and exploded, leaving a crater on the marble floor.

"Oh no," Agatha murmured.

"It's not the creepiest part."

As Agatha stared at the crater, it began to repair itself, the hole slowly filling up until it looked as if it could revert time.

"This room, it's probably enchanted in some way," Hester continued. "There was dust on the handle outside, but in here it's like this place is brand new."

"It can't be brand new." Agatha pointed out. "Look at this." She led Hester to the oak desk. "Look at this bottle. The ink is dried and look, it's completely soaked into the paper." She brushed her fingers against the bit of parchment stained by ink, which was, indeed, dry. "And this." She walked over to one of the easels. "This is a diagram of the Solar System." The canvas was slathered in black, with colored illustrations of the planets of the Solar System. "But it's wrong, Pluto is a dwarf planet, I know Professor Dovey mentioned it once during Alchemy..."

"I know ink can dry up pretty quickly, but this... Pluto was named a dwarf planet decades ago." Hester's forehead scrunched up.

"Either this is wrong, or..."

Hester gasped. "I know where we are. My mom used to tell stories of past Nevers, hoping I could be like them, you know, become my inspiration... And one of them- how could I forget this?- one of them-"

"One of them..."

"This is his office. Look at these pictures, these are the drawings of the Philosopher's Stone!"

There were indeed pictures drawn by what she assumed was a stick of coal, of the Philosopher's Stone, its unique shape recognizable to Agatha.

"Anyone could've drawn those," Agatha said.

"You don't get it! Look at that portrait- that's who he looks so familiar- we've seen his pictures on our books before. Agatha, this was Nicolas Flamel's office!"

A/N: Dun dun dun.

So Nicolas Flamel, poor guy, has now been roped into yet another piece of fiction.

Also, he's a Never for the sake of This plot (just like Merlin is Slytherin in HP. Remember Evil is not just pillaging and destruction. The process of sorting is always controversial- like, is Victor Frankenstein Good or Evil? Is Jean Valjean Good or Evil? Is Darth Vader Good or Evil? Again, there's always some doubts whether one is Good or Evil. Except in Agatha's case, she's a sweetheart haha).

Aaand the inevitable excuses- I am so sorry. I just finished my exams, which were tiring, and then I got swept up the Star Wars craze (ahem Reylo ahem), and THEN came the PyeongChang 2018 Winter Olympics (I love watching sport competitions for some reason). Anyway, I am sorry, and I'll try (TRY) to rearrange my schedule so I can write while I do SW marathons.

Kudos!