A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club December

All Sorts of Space: 13- Gas Planets - we don't think gas planets can really be… habitable. I don't know of any that reside in a habitable zone: (creature) ghost

Amber's Attic: 19 - Misfits: Write a story featuring common horror elements (monsters, murder, etc).

Winter Funfair

Southern Funfair – Magical Mistletoe – Hermione/Myrtle Warren

Eastern Funfair – Cookies for Santa - Gingerbread Cookie - (action) running

Word count: 829

"I'm what?!" Hermione screamed.

"Dead, deceased, passed, any of those ring a bell?" Myrtle asked staring at Hermione.

"Why am I in the girls' loo?"

"How would I know? Does it look like I know?" Myrtle snapped. "Can you leave the loo?" she asked after a moment. "I can travel the pipes."

Hermione blinked and slowly stepped through the door of the loo. She stood in corridor. She turned, and walked back to Myrtle.

"I can leave the loo, and apparently not just by pipe either. How did I die?"

"No idea, but you're here now. What's the last thing you remember?"

"A pair of huge yellow eyes! We were trying to find out what the Chamber of Secrets was, and I was in the library with Penelope Clearwater, and she had a mirror. It's a basilisk! The monster is a basilisk! I was being so careful. We turned the corner, held out the mirror and... now I'm here!"

"I was murdered by the same creature, a boy was controlling it. It came from over there," Myrtle said pointing to the sinks. Hermione walked over and looked at them.

"Myrtle! There's a snake on this tap, look! It must be the sign of Slytherin! If we go down there, I can walk through walls, you through the pipes, we can find out who's controlling it and stop them before they hurt anyone else."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why would I want to help anyone? They all made fun of me, they called me names, through books through my head. They even had a point system," Myrtle moaned.

"They wouldn't make fun of you if you saved the school," Hermione commented. "You'd be a hero, bet I could convince Professor McGonagall to put your name on a plaque in the trophy hall," Hermione prodded slightly. Myrtle blinked. She didn't need to being a ghost, but the idea of being a hero was something to think about.

"Besides, you're not ugly. That's what they called you wasn't it? They say the same about me, say I'm a bushy haired know it all, that no one would want me cause of my teeth."

"I think you're pretty. I'm ugly. I have these glasses and freckles and I know all the answers!"

"See, we're just like one another, Myrtle. Now, how about we go and save the school from the monster? We're ghosts, so it can't kill us!"

"Yes! Let's go!" Myrtle exclaimed grabbing Hermione's hand and pulling her down through the pipes. They passed several semi-interesting things but finally found themselves in a large cavern.

"Look at the bones on the ground. This must be where it lives and eats."

"What does it eat?"

"Looks like chicken bones, those might be from a boar," Myrtle stated. She caught Hermione staring at her and blushed, well, as much as a ghost can blush. "My father was an avid hunter," she explained.

"Do you hear it?"

"No, I don't hear anything, wait, I hear someone. There, there's a girl! She's fallen again."

"Ginny! That's Ginny Weasley! She's in Gryffindor," Hermione said running over.

"Hermione! Stop, the snake, it's coming towards her, I think she's the one controlling it!" Myrtle yelled racing after Hermione. She threw herself in front of her as the snake looked over at them. Myrtle fell to the ground petrified. Hermione screamed kneeling over her. Ginny slowly raised her head, blinked a few times and looked around. The basilisk quickly slithered off somewhere to hide.

"Hermione? Where am I? Why can I see through you? Am I dead?"

"No, you're not dead Ginny. Come on, help me carry Myrtle and let's get out of here. That creature could be back any minute."

Ginny nodded grabbing Myrtle's legs, Hermione grabbed her torso. They fled the chamber and found themselves in the infirmary.

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"Professor Dumbledore! It was me, I did it all," Ginny sobbed falling to her knees. "This book made me do it. There's something about it, it talks to me, but I think it controls me too," Ginny confessed holding out the black diary to Professor Dumbledore. Hermione stood behind Ginny, holding Myrtle's hand. The mandrakes would be mature soon and soon, everyone would be unpetrified, including Myrtle. Hermione was already planning to ask if she could haunt Myrtle's loo with her. Facing as basilisk was most definitely a bonding experience. One the two of them would never forget.

"Ready?" Hermione asked, her hands covering Myrtle's eyes.

"Ready," Myrtle replied. Hermione smiled. She pulled her hand down and pointed to the wall. Hanging there, still brand new and shining was a new plaque.

"For their service to the school, this plaque is awarded to Myrtle Warren and Hermione Granger," Myrtle read. "You did it! You really did it!" she shrieked hugging Hermione.

"We did it, we saved the school and Ginny's life," Hermione replied kissing Myrtle.

"We really did," Myrtle repeated staring at the wall and shaking her head.