Myrtle

Hello! This is just a piece I've had in my head for a while. It's very short but I'd appreciate it if you'd review! Please? *makes begging puppy eyes at reader* Thank you! Now, here it is-

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"Who do I have next?" I wonder. I fear my memory is going, a little early for a witch, though. I'm only sixty-six.

Ah, here's my schedule. A double class with the fifth years. There are some promising students in that class and one doomed one. Of course, there seems to be a doomed one in each class, but I can't help it. I've been seeing the grim as long as I've been doing divination. Well, almost.

There was one year, my third year at Hogwarts. I was so delighted to have divination, I remember. My father was a divinator, and I was doing so well in it! Another benefit was that there was no Minerva. Wretched Minerva McGonagal. She and I never got along. Neither had our fathers. The McGonagals' didn't believe in divination. My whole family, being divinators, couldn't stand them.

Well, I say my whole family was divinators but…. My sister wasn't. She didn't seem good at much of anything. Still, I loved her and we were very close. Not surprising, we were twins. I don't recall her ever having any friends besides me, but she really didn't live long. I'm sure that if she hadn't been murdered she would have made some.

Yes, she was murdered. Ah, but that's a long, long story. Let me summarize-

My third year at Hogwarts was awful. My first two years had been normal, or as normal as you can get for Hogwarts. As I said before, I was looking forward to divination classes in my third year. At first everything was wonderful, then it happened. People were being petrified. Threats were left on the walls in blood. No one knew what was going on.

Finally one of the messages revealed it. "Slalazar Slytherin reigns again. His chamber is open!" That's when it really got bad. People fought in the corridors simply because someone was a Slytherin. The scariest thing was that no one knew how to stop it. Finally it did stop be not before-

My sister was killed. Dear, dear Myrtle! Yes, she's the same ghost that haunts the girl's loo. You may know her as "Moaning" Myrtle. After she died, I saw more and more death omens in divination. At first I thought I was imagining it, but, now, I think it's just that I am prepared to face the truth, no matter how… grim it may be.

Ah, but the doomed one is coming up the stairs with his redheaded friend. I can't hear them, I just know. Yes, his aura is dark as death. I will have to break the news to him again today. That is one of the worst part of being a divinator, but it is necessary. Now I must go dry my eyes before Harry Potter reaches the trapdoor. Maybe I will go visit Myrtle later. I think she has a crush on Potter. Maybe I will tell her about how the grim is about him. Yes, that will cheer her up. She is so depressed these days….