Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I own only the plot.


The thing I did next is probably the meanest and most disgusting thing I've done in my life. I'd heard of a water spell, but I hadn't memorized the incantation, and I didn't have time to think of it. I cringed as my hands went into the toilet bowl and splashed water onto the alive Myrtles face. Ew. When I'd imagined Hogwarts I hadn't imagined I would go back in time, and then splash water on someone's face who was about to die.

"WHAT!" The alive Myrtle woke up, screaming, "YOU DIDN'T JUST SPLASH TOILET WATER ON MY FACE, YOU BITCH!"

"I am so, so, sorry." I replied, my voice shaking from wanting to laugh so much. "I need your help, quickly. Can you conjure a fan for me?"

"I can't believe you just splashed water on my face!" Alive Myrtle screamed, "Why do you want me to-"

The door squeaked open and I heard footsteps. I realised it was Tom Riddle. I jumped.

"What the Hell?" I heard a voice, and saw from under the bottom of the door Tom Riddle staring at Moaning Myrtle. I realised that I wasn't going to be able to save her. And then I thought about Alive Myrtle. If I couldn't save Moaning Myrtle, then why shouldn't I save Alive Myrtle?

"Stay in here!" I hissed to Alive Myrtle, making a note to call her Myrtle from then on, "Whatever you do, don't move from here!"

Myrtle spotted the scared expression on my face, and nodded. She reached out for my hand, and I took it. I wanted confirmation that something else –someone else- was alive in here. I heard Tom Riddle begin to speak in Parseltongue. I didn't know what he was saying, but I assumed that he was opening the Chamber of Secrets. I squeezed Myrtles hand even tighter, fighting the urge to scream or throw up from the nerves. I heard a creak of a pipe, and then what I assumed was the sound of the basilisk coming out from the pipes.


Myrtle and I stayed in the cubicle for hours, not daring to speak or even breathe heavily. We didn't hear the Chamber be closed again, and we couldn't assume it was safe. Every now and then we met eyes, showing our complete and utter fear. We didn't know what to do or what to expect. I mentally hit myself, how could I have expected to defeat Lord Voldemort? He had killed countless people, he had come back after being killed. How could I even start to take him on? It was impossible. Yet I'd come this far, and I didn't want to go back. I realised with a jolt that I'd left the Time Turner outside, with Moaning Myrtle. What if I couldn't recover it? What if I was trapped in this time forever?

Eventually, I heard the sound of parseltongue, Tom Riddle was back, and he was closing the chamber. I waited until I could hear the footsteps walking away. I made to open the door, but then Myrtle stopped me.

"Five Minutes" She whispered.

I nodded, to confirm I heard her and agreed. We waited five minutes and then creeped out. I saw Moaning Myrtle lying on the floor, her eyes open and in shock, she looked petrified. She was. I turned to Alive Myrtle to see what she thought we should do, I still had the fan she'd conjured and I thought I should fan Moaning Myrtle out. Then I saw Alive Myrtle wasn't standing next to me. Shit. She'd passed out, again, and was lying on the floor.


I really wished I'd learnt from Alive Myrtle while she was conscious how to produce water. It was kind of embarrassing that for the second time that day I had to splash water, and not just any water, but toilet water, on her face, when I'd only just met her that day. She screamed at me like the last time.

"WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND WATER, BITCH?" Myrtle seemed like a nerd, but it didn't stop her from insulting people who splashed toilet water on her face. I neglected to mention that it was toilet water again, but I think she guessed as she muttered Aguamenti, and washed her face, shooting glares at me.

"I am sorry." I muttered. "I had to wake you up."

"Couldn't you have waited? And what the hell is going on here?" She asked, furious.

"Ok, this is going to sound really weird…" I began.

"I doubt it'll be worse than what I've already heard today." She said, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh really." I laughed, "I'm not too sure about that. Basically, I'm from the future."

Myrtle raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, and Tom Riddles been opening the Chamber of Secrets…"

I winced. "Ah, yes, about that..."

Myrtles eyes widened, "You're joking right? Oh My God, you actually aren't joking…"

"The Chamber was opened again in my time. People have been petrified, but no one's been killed."

"And… w-who's that?" Myrtle said, pointing at her ghost counterpart lying on the floor.

"Uh, you may want to sit down for this." I said gently, as Myrtle sank to the floor, "Its y-"

I gasped as the ghost disappeared, didn't evaporate or fall into pieces, but just disappeared, like it had never been there.

"Oh my God!" I screamed, "You don't die!"

Myrtle looked terrified, "You mean I was supposed to? D-did you save me."

I looked away, embarrassed, "Well, yeah." I shrugged, "I didn't mean to save you. It just sort of, happened."

Myrtle gave me a hug, and I gladly returned it, I had a feeling we would be great friends.

"But, why are you here?" Myrtle questioned.

"I need to stop Vol- I mean, Tom Riddle. In my time he's a dark and evil wizard called Lord Voldemort."

Myrtle gasped, "I thought there was something fishy about his nickname, all his friends call him Lord Voldemort. Why couldn't you tell someone? You must be first year or something?"

My cheeks went bright red, "He put a curse on me, I could only talk to ghosts. I talked to you, I mean, I talked to the ghost of you, who doesn't exist anymore."

"So you need to kill him?" Myrtle asked.

"I think so, or just get him out of the way. I don't know how though… I mean, how will I get him alone?"

Myrtle giggled, "He's always had a thing for younger women. I could probably make you seem older, if I tried enough."

I stared at her, my cheeks going even redder, "No way." I rejected her idea, "I'm not doing this."

"Do you have a better plan?" Myrtle asked.

I sighed. It looked like I really was going to have to seduce him. God, what had I got myself into?


Authors Note: Just to clarify, I came up with this idea for the plot before I read 'My Immortal', I'm sorry if you think this is going to go badly, but I promise it wont be like My Immortal in any way shape or form.

If you flame my story you're a prep or poseur…

No, only joking. I promise it wont turn into My Immortal, for one thing, I can spell, and I think my writing style and plot is better. Please drop a review by, It makes my day!