Disclaimer: You and I, both, know that it is J.K. Rowling who wrote and owns the Harry Potter series, characters and copyright. I am merely an obsessed fan…but then so are you, are you not? Also, I am not a member of the All American Rejects.

A/N: Hi! To everyone who has been reading this. Your constant support makes me want to write more, so thank you.

Reader, Thanks once again. Yes, the song in Hedwig's chapter is indeed from SpongeBob! My best friend suggested it. I am glad you thought the last chapter was sweet. That was what I was aiming for :)

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Stupid Olive Hornby! Stupid evil, bullying, dumb, idiotic, deserves-to-get-dragon pox-Olive Hornby!

I hate her so much, I think, as I run as fast as I can without tripping over my robes. The second floor girls' toilet isn't that far away.

"Four-eyes, Four-eyes!" a loud obnoxious voice comes trilling from somewhere behind me.

I scowl inwardly at the voice of Olive's accomplice…Minerva McGonagall.

I hate Minerva-or Minnie-almost as much as I hate Olive. The only good thing about her is that at least she is the best at transfiguration and usually helps me if I am stuck and Olive isn't nearby.

She can be quite decent sometimes, but more often than not her sarcastic, rude nature goes hand-in-hand with her best friend's mean and hurtful one.

Olive doesn't even know a centaur from a unicorn. She's just a flobberworm, for all the intelligence she's got.

So what if I have glasses?

So what if I spend my time reading books in the toilet?

So what if I don't particularly like talking to people.

The relentless teasing that I am subjected to day in day out makes me want to lash back. Make them pay. Get revenge. But I can't, because I am small, weak and a nobody, really, in the school in comparison to Olive's crowd.

No one would stand by me.

I step gingerly into the toilets. It is just as deserted and lonely as always. I'm grateful for it.

Closing the cubicle door, I quickly push the seat down and sit on it. My legs are raised above so that they can't be seen when someone comes in and no one suspects me to be in here.

The faked laughs of Olive and Minerva's sycophants float down the corridor, fading as they find another one of their victims to harass.

Hours pass, I am sure. Old tears tracks have dried up and now I am just sitting here letting more tears fall, simmering with rage. Plotting ways to get back at them all. But especially Olive.

There is a noise.

"Who is it?" I ask.

There is no answer, but for a weird hissing noise.

At least it's not Olive again. I clamber off the toilets, ready to shout if it is a boy.

"This is a girls' toilet, you kn-"

I look straight into a pair of green eyes. It is not a boy. Not remotely.

It's a big snake.

A basilisk actually. I'm not in Ravenclaw for nothing.

I feel very light all of a sudden. As if I am weightless…

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"Miserable Myrtle, darling, are you still hiding in there?" Olive's mocking voice intones.

"Professor Dippet asked me to look for you."

But of course, my body just lies behind the U-bend.

"Hey Myrtle, come on out, enough is enough!" Minerva's severe voice adds. It is starting to get that impatient tone that she usually saves for dumb slytherins.

They are moving now. Closer and closer to where I am lying.

"Myrtle…?" more people have come in now.

Students have formed a semi-circle around the U-bend.

What are they all quiet for? Are they silently rejoicing?

I bet they are.

Finally a sixth-year ravenclaw speaks out in a choked sort of voice.

"Oh Merlin. She's…she's dead! Someone get Dippet or Dumbledore!"

Collective gasps issue from those standing. Some start sobbing.

Some start to scream. In a few seconds my death has caused the biggest catastrophe that Hogwarts may have ever seen.

Funny how I had to die to have someone notice me!"

People are rushing forwards to where Olive is standing and screaming, right next to my body.

Oh she is upset now, is she? Well she can carry the guilt of being the catalyst to my death.

I won't forgive her for this…never.

There will not be a day that goes by without her remembering.

My ghost will haunt her until her death.

I will have my requite.

When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. When you walk away, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.

A/N: So? What do you think? I do hope you liked it. I think this is the first one in which voldemort, Harry or the war isn't mentioned. Review please.