Chapter 8: L'aide d'un(e) fantôme - the help of a ghost.

Moaning Myrtle felt torn. There she was, a girl who could possible become her friend for the rest of eternity. She would love to have someone to talk to everyday, someone who would share the bathroom with her, someone who would listen to her moaning. But this girl had been so NICE to her. She had always prevented her friends from making fun of her. She had always come in to talk once in a while. Certainly she didn't deserve to die?

Myrtle heard the girl moan. She looked feverish. She was very close to dying. Just a few moments more. What was the girl saying?

"Someone..anyone.someone.plss.love.me.."

No one loved her? Well, if no one loved her, it wouldn't matter if she died would it? If she were a ghost, she would be Myrtle's friend. Myrtle would be her friend. She won't be lonely anymore. But some how, it didn't seem right.

"I.don't.want.to ..die. I ..just..need..to.end .the pain. There's..just.so.much..pain."

Well, she didn't want to die. If she didn't want to die, may be Myrtle shouldn't let her die. But if no one loved her?

10 minutes pass..Oh dear, what's going to happen!!! Please Myrtle do something!

Myrtle had an idea. (Thank god!) She would mentally (using her ghostly powers) search Hogwarts for anyone who was thinking about this girl. If any one was giving any indication that he/she loved her, she would tell that person. If not, Myrtle would have a new friend!

Gryffindor Boy's dormitory

Harry: I'm beginning to get worried about Hermione. Where do you think she is? Ron: Oh, she's probably off somewhere quiet to study. No big deal. Harry: But Malfoy was in here just now, and he looked worred. Maybe.. Ron: Oh, Malfoy's probably just playing a prank on you. Trust me, what's the worst thing Hermione can do? Study herself to death? Harry: laughs

Myrtle: No, they certainly don't love her.

Neville Longbottom's room

Neville: Oh dear, I need to ask Hermione these questions about Transfiguration. I hope she comes back soon. Or should I ask someone else

Myrtle: No, definitely not.

Gryffindor Girl's dormitory

Parvati Patil: I absolutely hate Granger. How can she get a 110% for that Potions exam. It just isn't fair. Lavender: Maybe we should find her, take her brains, and share it among all of us. It would make us a great deal smarter. Parvati Patil: laughs.

Myrtle: Hmm.Maybe I should just let her die.

Slytherin Boy's dormitory

Crabbe: Umm, what that's .umm.What was I about to say? Goyle: Uhhh.where is.umm.what was I thinking?

Myrtle: sigh, I am certainly going to get a new friend.

Prefect's suite

Draco Malfoy: Where the Fxxx is she? Why isn't she back yet? No, I am NOT worried about her. I don't give a SXXX about her. It doesn't matter if she drops dead and dies. But where the HELL is she? I don't need this right now. Why isn't she back yet? Dammit, she'd better not be cutting herself or I'll kill her myself. STOP THINKING ABOUT HER!! SHE IS NOTHING TO YOU!! Etc, etc.

Myrtle: yeah, sure, you REALLY don't care about her.

*** (Thankyou Myrtle. Thankyou, Thankyou, Thankyou. Oh dear, I'm talking to my (I mean J.K Rowling's) own characters. This is a sign of insanity!!)



Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in my story, J.K. Rowlings does. I'm just borrowing them to try out my creative juices. Please don't sue me.

Umm, sorry this chapter's so short. I just felt that the continuation to it needs to be in a different chapter which should be posted together with this one. Oh, btw, the Gryffindor ppl aren't that mean, they were just joking and if Hermione really dies, they would be very sorry for having said those things. They really do care about her, but Hermione doesn't realize it.