Aurem Quattor: The Chamber of Secrets

by Isa Wilson

Fresh and ready for her second year at Hogwarts, Tess Crosswell is back with the Golden Quartet. Even though the year starts out...wild, things soon get hairy (pun intended) as students start popping up petrified, blood is written on walls and it's only a matter of time before Harry becomes the prime suspect behind the attacks. Can Harry and Tess stop the Heir of Slytherin in time?

20. Meet Moaning Myrtle

Hey guys! First I want to say (cover your ears) I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER WHATSOEVER! ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE QUEEN HERSELF! Whoo!

Except for my OC's. Those, are the sole property of moi :)

Wish me luck guys as I try to post this series again.

The next day, Harry and Tess were released from the hospital wing fully healed with phantom pains here and there. They met up with the others in the girls bathroom. Tess could walk but it hurt for about a week. Harry was still getting used to the fact that his arm was deboned for about 12 hours and moving his arm. Harry told Hermione everything they saw on what was called, the CaMirror.

"Again?" Hermione asked, when they were in the girls bathroom, making the Polyjuice Potion. "You mean the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?"

"Of course." Ron said. "Don't you see? Lucius Malfoy must have opened it while he was at school. And now he's taught Draco how to do it."

"Come to think of it." said Tess putting her hand to her chin in a ponderous way. "Maybe it's not really Malfoy."

"Tess who else could it be?" Harry asked her. "I mean look at his family, the whole lot of them have been in Slytherin for centuries and you saw him on the night Mrs. Norris was petrified. He was practically in glee."

"I know that Harry." said Tess. "I'm just saying that Draco seems like a good choice. Probably too good."

"Maybe." Hermione said, sprinkling some of the ingredients she got from the student cupboard. "We'll have to wait until we've readied the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure."

"And please, lie to me." said Ron. "Why are we brewing a tricky potion in broad daylight in the middle of a girls lavatory-"

"The word is bathroom." Tess argued.

"Lavatory." Ron argued back.

"Bathroom."

"Lavatory."

"Bath-"

"Enough!" Harry said. "Ron has a point. Tess, not to tell you how to do your job, but don't you think we'll get caught?"

Tess scoffed. "Nobody ever comes in here."

"And why not?" Ron asked.

"Two vurds." said Tess, adding a bit of an accent. "Moaning Myrtle."

"Who?" Ron asked, not noticing a ghostly squat girl peering from the cubicles.

"Moaning Myrtle." said Hermione.

"Who's Moaning Myrtle?" Ron asked.

"I'm Moaning Myrtle!" the ghost screeched. "I wouldn't expect you to know me. Who would ever talk about ugly, miserable, moping, moaning Myrtle?" Myrtle screamed flying around and landing in a toilet, flooding the cubicle.

"She's a little sensitive." Hermione said.

Ron looked at her as if to say, "A little?"