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"WHAT?" Myrtle shrieked.
"Why not?" Draco wondered.
Snape stood up, walked up to his wall of potions, put his hands behind him and sighed.
"The soul should not be messed or tampered with excessively. Such stress could cause the soul to collapse. Much like when given the Kiss from a Dementor in fact – the soul will be completely destroyed."
Myrtle and Draco shivered at that thought.
Snape turned to them both.
"However, when a certain amount of time passes, there may be an opportunity to reverse the effects. Or, perhaps, it will wear off on its own. I shall do more research in the meantime."
Myrtle had a bad feeling about the 'certain amount of time' Snape mentioned and decided to voice her concern.
"So… when you say a 'certain amount of time'… how long do you really mean?"
Snape considered this for a moment before replying.
"The potion was consumed last week and its strength is fairly strong. I would say about 3 to 4 months. Normally, a Draught of Peace does not last this long, however, because of the small amount of hellebore and moonstone added, the potion has caused the weakened state of Potter's soul. As I mentioned earlier, the soul is very fragile. Even the slightest change in ingredients can cause a potion to have unexpected results."
Myrtle gaped at Snape in silence before exclaiming, "So, what, I have to be Potter for months?! How?"
"… that might not be necessary. Perhaps, we should inform the school of this development. It'll make things easier for you."
Myrtle thought about this for a moment and nodded.
"That sounds like a plan to me."
Draco had been listening in silence and spoke up, "Yes, I agree."
Snape stared at Myrtle for a second before nodding.
"Very well. I shall inform Dumbledore at once. You both are dismissed."
The next day at breakfast, Dumbledore stood at the podium which caused a wave of silence across the Great Hall.
"Ahem. Good morning students and faculty! I have an important announcement regarding one Harry Potter."
As soon as Dumbledore said that, all eyes turned to Myrtle which caused her to shrink in her seat.
"There was a potion's mix up which caused Harry's soul to be in a weakened state. Because of this, he is now being possessed by whom you all know as Moaning Myrtle."
Gossip spread like wildfire and caused an uproar of whispering. Dumbledore held his hand up to silence the room once more.
"Now, I am aware this is an unusual matter and we will do everything in our power to bring Harry back. In the meantime, Harry will be taken out of Quidditch and Professor McGonagall will assign a replacement seeker. That is all."
The murmurs resumed and eyes occasionally landed on Myrtle which made her squirm in her seat.
"Bloody hell, I did not see that coming." Ron muttered while regarding Myrtle.
"Myrtle, why didn't you just tell us you weren't Harry?" Hermione wondered while she grabbed some eggs.
Myrtle was silent for a moment before answering, "I didn't want to worry anyone. Also, I wasn't sure you'd believe me."
Hermione seemed to accept that response and was about to say something else, but Ginny interrupted and pointed at Myrtle.
"You! What did you do to Harry? Bring him back now!"
Myrtle jumped and glared at Ginny which caused her to glare back.
"I didn't do anything to your precious Potter! As you can see, he's still intact."
Ginny sneered.
"Don't play smart with me. You're clearly keeping him mentally captive! Release him at once!"
Hermione tried to calm Ginny down, but she wasn't having it and neither was a certain Slytherin.
"Merlin, Weaslette, can you screech any louder? My ears are about to bleed!"
Ginny turned to Draco.
"What are you doing here? Mind your own business!"
Draco strutted to the Gryffindor table and stood next to Myrtle who shot him a grateful look.
"Well anything that has to do with Potter is my business. You see, Weaslette, it's called having your friends close but your enemies closer."
Ginny scoffed.
"Whatever Malfoy."
Ginny turned back to Myrtle.
"Mark my words, I will remove you from Harry's body! Just you wait!"
With that, Ginny exited the Great Hall.
Draco sighed and whispered at Myrtle.
"The Weasel Clan can be quite stubborn. I'm afraid you will have to keep your guard up."
Myrtle nodded and with that, Malfoy returned to his table.
Hermione's eyes glanced at Myrtle and Malfoy for a moment before asking, "Myrtle, you seem awfully close to Malfoy. Is there a reason for that?"
Myrtle froze in her seat before answering, "… That's not for me to answer. All I can tell you is that I'm comfortable around him because I see him often – unlike SOME people who promised to come visit!"
Hermione and Ron squirmed in their seats and sent apologetic looks at Myrtle.
Hermione cleared her throat and inquired, "So, anyway, since we don't know how long you're going to be in Harry's body, I suggest writing notes for him in classes for when he does come back. Quidditch is not our concern because McGonagall is going to be selecting a substitute seeker, so that's good."
"How is that bloody good? Gryffindor just lost their best seeker!" Ron complained while stuffing his face with ham.
"Ron, manners! Anyway, don't fret. It's only temporary."
Myrtle nodded.
"Yes, I've thought about Harry's classes. I will be writing notes for him as well as doing his work for him. It's the least I can do."
Hermione sighed.
"This feels awfully like cheating – Harry not doing his own work, I mean. I hope he comes back soon."
Ron put down his fork and had a grim expression.
"Yeah, I'm already missing my best mate."
Myrtle awkwardly looked down at her hands.
'I hope for their sake Harry comes back soon...'There was a long stretch of silence before McGonagall came to Myrtle and handed her Harry's schedule.
"Here Myrtle, this is Harry's schedule. I expect you to be punctual in your arrival to classes and do the best you can in this situation. I'm aware this is a… unique situation, but you were once a student yourself. I have full faith that you will perform well."
With that, McGonagall left and everyone departed from the Great Hall to their assigned classes.
Myrtle completed her classes for the day and sat on a couch near the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room alone. Hermione and Ron went to the Library to finish their homework, so that left Myrtle time to think about her situation in peace.
'Classes went surprisingly fine. I managed to write some decent notes. But, there is one thing I can't stop thinking about…'
Myrtle thought as she caressed the 'I must not tell lies' scar.
'How and why did he get this scar? It must have been so painful…'As she pondered this, she suddenly gasped in pain as that very scar started burning. Before she knew it, she was in a room filled with cat décor and a lady dressed in pink.
"You will write 'I must not tell lies' until the message… sinks in. Do I make myself clear?" Myrtle was trembling in her seat in confusion as she tried to understand what was going on. "Huh?" "I said, do I make myself clear Potter?" Myrtle could only nod as a quill appeared in her hand and she began to write and write. The pain on her hand was excruciating as she kept writing. She wanted to stop but her hand kept writing and writing. After a while, the page was full and Myrtle's hand was bleeding. "Good job Potter. So, what have you learned today?" Myrtle was holding back tears as she chocked, "I… I must not tell lies." "Good. You are dismissed."
Myrtle gasped as she blinked and was back in the Gryffindor common room.
She breathed loudly as she tried to control her emotions but failed and let the tears run down her face and cried.
'Poor Harry. That's awful! How could she do that to him?!'
Myrtle got up and ran out of the Common Room to the Dungeons.
When she got there, she went to Snape's office and knocked on his door.
Snape answered the door and raised an eyebrow at Myrtle's appearance.
"Need I ask why you were… crying?"
Myrtle wiped some tears and asked, "Can I talk to you? I have a question about this potion mess up."
Snape sighed and let her in.
Myrtle sat down and tried to collect her emotions, but it was really difficult with the imagery replaying in her head. She felt something cool press into her palm and looked up at Snape with confusion.
"Calming Draught. It seems to me you need it."
Myrtle nodded and uncorked the bottle and swallowed its contents. After a moment, she felt herself start to calm down and she sighed.
"Professor Snape, I – "
She was about to speak when Draco entered the room.
"Myrtle! What brings you here?"
Draco got closer and noticed her puffy eyes.
"… and why were you crying?"
Myrtle glared at him.
"I WAS about to tell Snape just now. Since you're here, I'll tell you too."
Draco raised his hands in defense as he took a seat next to her.
"Ahem, anyway, so earlier I was in the Gryffindor Common Room and I was thinking about Harry's scar on his hand. Suddenly, I was… teleported? Taken to this room filled with cat décor and this pink lady started telling me to write lines. They weren't normal lines however! Everytime I wrote a line, it engraved itself into my hand! I was bleeding by the end and snapped out of that… dream? I'm not sure what it was. It almost seems like – !"
"A memory." Snape finished.
"A memory… so that actually happened to Harry? It was so painful! I wanted it to stop but he kept writing until the page was full! No wonder he has a scar!" Myrtle exclaimed as she touched the scar carefully as if it would hurt her again.
"Yes, I recall Umbridge took in Potter to detention often. I never suspected her of using a Blood Quill though... Well, fear not for that is probably the worst memory Potter has. Merlin knows that boy has been pampered his whole life."
Myrtle had a bad feeling about this.
AN: Oh boy, you could not be more further from the truth Snape! XD
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