Brewing in the Girl's Toilet
"You need to add a bit more hellebore." Myrtle's high voice echoed across the empty, quiet bathroom.
Harry blinked, looking up at the ghost that was hovering excitedly a few feet away. "I've added enough." He replied tersely.
"That's powdered hellebore, not chopped. The volume's not the same. You need to add a bit more." Myrtle said.
"Fine." Harry popped the top of the small glass jar and sprinkled a bit more upon the brewing mass. "Happy?"
"Now we wait." Myrtle said, giggling.
Harry nodded to himself. 'Almost done now." He muttered. "Everything will be better after this, right Myrtle?"
Myrtle shrugged. "I know how to make it, but I've never used it. Can't you see I'm dead?" She went shrill on the last words. Harry just shrugged. He had gotten use to her tantrums. After a few moments of quiet had passed, Myrtle spoke up again. "Now add the Jabberknoll feathers and a pinch of moonstone. Be careful, this is the tricky part."
Harry nodded, carefully measuring out the ingredients and tossing them into the brew. It sputtered, hissed, and a thick purplish smoke wafted off of it. Harry coughed and sneezed, closing his eyes.
"Harry! What are you doing?" A familiar voice shouted.
Harry looked up from where he crouched and saw Hermione and Ron standing there, shock looks of their faces and wide eyes.
"Oh, we're busted!" Myrtle screeched and vanished.
"Damn." Harry muttered, He stood up, brushing his hands upon his robes. He glared at them. "What do you want?"
Hermione glanced down at the potion he was mixing. "What are you making?" She asked.
"None of your business." Harry snarled.
"Don't be an ass, Harry. We're just worried." Ron snapped.
"Well, don't be. I'm fine." Harry said, crossing his arms across his chest. "Now get the hell out of here."
"Tell us what you're doing." Hermione demanded.
"None of your business." Harry snapped.
Myrtle suddenly appeared near the brewing potion. "You'd better stir this, Harry. It's bubbling over, you seriously don't want it to bubble over." She said.
"Get out." Harry pointed to the door. "I'm busy."
"What are you brewing, Harry." Hermione asked.
"Tell us or we'll tell Dumbledore." Ron suddenly said. Hermione glared at him, but after a moment nodded.
Harry snorted. "Do it then. Run to him, see if I care. By the time he comes down here, it'll all be over!" Hermione and Ron glanced at each other. They began inching for the door.
"Stir the damn potion, Harry!" Myrtle screamed. "It's too late. Run for it!" She then vanished.
Harry started, glancing down at the furiously bubbling potion. "Oh, damn."
There was a hissing sound, followed by a loud crack, and then a cloud of greenish yellow smoke enveloped the three students. Harry dropped to his knees coughing violently and then there was darkness.
"You need to add a bit more hellebore." Myrtle's high voice echoed across the empty, quiet bathroom.
Harry blinked, looking up at the ghost that was hovering excitedly a few feet away. "I've added enough." He replied tersely.
"That's powdered hellebore, not chopped. The volume's not the same. You need to add a bit more." Myrtle said.
"Fine." Harry popped the top of the small glass jar and sprinkled a bit more upon the brewing mass. "Happy?"
"Now we wait." Myrtle said, giggling.
Harry nodded to himself. 'Almost done now." He muttered. "Everything will be better after this, right Myrtle?"
Myrtle shrugged. "I know how to make it, but I've never used it. Can't you see I'm dead?" She went shrill on the last words. Harry just shrugged. He had gotten use to her tantrums. After a few moments of quiet had passed, Myrtle spoke up again. "Now add the Jabberknoll feathers and a pinch of moonstone. Be careful, this is the tricky part."
Harry nodded, carefully measuring out the ingredients and tossing them into the brew. It sputtered, hissed, and a thick purplish smoke wafted off of it. Harry coughed and sneezed, closing his eyes.
"Harry! What are you doing?" A familiar voice shouted.
Harry looked up from where he crouched and saw Hermione and Ron standing there, shock looks of their faces and wide eyes.
"Oh, we're busted!" Myrtle screeched and vanished.
"Damn." Harry muttered, He stood up, brushing his hands upon his robes. He glared at them. "What do you want?"
Hermione glanced down at the potion he was mixing. "What are you making?" She asked.
"None of your business." Harry snarled.
"Don't be an ass, Harry. We're just worried." Ron snapped.
"Well, don't be. I'm fine." Harry said, crossing his arms across his chest. "Now get the hell out of here."
"Tell us what you're doing." Hermione demanded.
"None of your business." Harry snapped.
Myrtle suddenly appeared near the brewing potion. "You'd better stir this, Harry. It's bubbling over, you seriously don't want it to bubble over." She said.
"Get out." Harry pointed to the door. "I'm busy."
"What are you brewing, Harry." Hermione asked.
"Tell us or we'll tell Dumbledore." Ron suddenly said. Hermione glared at him, but after a moment nodded.
Harry snorted. "Do it then. Run to him, see if I care. By the time he comes down here, it'll all be over!" Hermione and Ron glanced at each other. They began inching for the door.
"Stir the damn potion, Harry!" Myrtle screamed. "It's too late. Run for it!" She then vanished.
Harry started, glancing down at the furiously bubbling potion. "Oh, damn."
There was a hissing sound, followed by a loud crack, and then a cloud of greenish yellow smoke enveloped the three students. Harry dropped to his knees coughing violently and then there was darkness.