What Myrtle knows.
"D'you remember the time that Myrtle saw you in the bath Harry?" Ron asked as they went towards the bathroom on the first floor where Moaning Myrtle had been killed and subsequently haunted.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Don't remind me!"
Hermoine laughed. "She did have a major crush on you, didn't she? I wonder whether she's still carrying a torch for the famous Harry Potter?"
They went into the bathroom, which was generally unused. Moaning Myrtle managed to drive people away with her moaning. The only reason that the three of them actually really knew her was that they had needed a place to make polyjuice potion in their second year where they wouldn't be seen. As Hermoine knew that the bathroom was usually deserted she knew it was the best place.
"It doesn't look like it's been used since we were students here." Ron said, wrinkling his nose, as he looked around the dirty room. A few candles burned, but other than that, there was no light. The floor was damp- probably from Moaning Myrtle having tantrums and flooding it, and the mirrors were all cracked now.
"It probably hasn't..." Hermoine said softly, and then louder she called out "Myrtle! Myrtle! We want to talk to you."
There was no response.
"You try Harry. Charm her." Ron said, snorting.
Harry ignored the sarcasm, and called out "Myrtle. Are you around? Please come and talk to us. It's Harry Potter."
There was a noise from the end cubicle, and suddenly there was Moaning Myrtle, picking at a spot on her face and looking at Harry. "What are you doing here? And you?" she directed at the other two.
"We're here to speak to you." Harry replied.
"Here to speak to me. You haven't been here for ten years, why are you here now?" Moaning Myrtle asked bitterly. "Why do you want to speak to me?"
"I know I haven't been here for years Myrtle, but I'm here now." Harry said, in what he hoped was a soothing voice.
"You know what they say about me don't you? Miserable, moping, moaning Myrtle..." Moaning Myrtle said, a few silver tears running down her cheeks. "And then all of a sudden everyone wants to talk to me. Well I wont have it, I WONT!"
"Myrtle it's really important that you talk to us about this!" Harry said.
"I'll talk-but only because it's you. I like you-but I don't like anyone else. They are all mean to me." Moaning Myrtle decided.
Harry decided to ignore the last part of her comment. "Myrtle, do you know anything about the paper found here with the dark mark on it?"
"I know who left it here. I was sitting in the u-bend happily when all of a sudden two loud voices interrupted my musings. I went up to see who they were. There was a tall man, who had a hood over most of his face, so I couldn't identify him, and he was arguing with the other man. "Don't you dare go getting nervous on me now!" was what he said. The other man had his back to me. He ignored me completely, rude man that one. The other man hastened to assure the hooded man he wasn't nervous, that he knew his destiny, and the hooded man handed him a stack of papers, one of which he dropped on the way out. As they were leaving he turned back to look into the room, and he looked at me and he curled his lip. He thought he was too good for me, just because his family have a lot of money. He was probably thinking fat, ugly Myrtle, stupid-"
"Who was it Myrtle?" Hermoine interrupted.
Moaning Myrtle glared at her. "I said I wasn't speaking to you!" She said.
Hermoine rolled her eyes. 'No wonder everyone makes fun of her!'
Harry sighed. "Who was it Myrtle?" He repeated.
"Draco Malfoy." Moaning Myrtle said, triumphantly.
The three stared at each other in shock.
"Are you sure?" Ron asked, before he could help himself.
Moaning Myrtle made a noise of disgust. "That's right. Myrtle is so stupid she doesn't know anything. Myrtle wouldn't know her left from her right. They used to say that when I was at school here you know, before I got killed. Did I ever tell you about the time I was killed?"
"You did." Hermoine replied. Moaning Myrtle had been killed when the chamber of secrets had been opened up years before. She'd once began to describe her death to them; telling them how awful it had been!
"It was Draco Malfoy." Moaning Myrtle said again.
"Malfoy. I should have guessed." Hermoine said to the other two. "He was always a bad one, even though they said they hadn't been supporting Voldemort after his return and all...everyone knew they had!"
"But what the hell is going on?" Ron asked. "A bunch of papers all with the Dark Mark on them?"
Harry had another thought. "Myrtle, do you know anything about Professor Binns' disappearance?"
"No. Not a thing." Moaning Myrtle replied.
Harry eyed her thoughtfully, and decided she was telling the truth. "Should we go back to your office to discuss this Hermoine before we go and see the headmistress and then Ron and I get back to London?"
"Sure." Hermoine said.
"Sure." Moaning Myrtle echoed. "Leave me here. I'm just dead- don't worry about my feelings will you!"
"We wont." Ron replied cruelly. He couldn't be bothered with Moaning Myrtle's antics no matter what, unlike Harry and Hermoine.
Moaning Myrtle wailed, and floated into her cubicle in the end, and there was a splash as water soaked the floor.
"Yuk, let's get out of here." Hermoine said, making a face.
They went back to Hermoine's office.
"D'you remember the time that Myrtle saw you in the bath Harry?" Ron asked as they went towards the bathroom on the first floor where Moaning Myrtle had been killed and subsequently haunted.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Don't remind me!"
Hermoine laughed. "She did have a major crush on you, didn't she? I wonder whether she's still carrying a torch for the famous Harry Potter?"
They went into the bathroom, which was generally unused. Moaning Myrtle managed to drive people away with her moaning. The only reason that the three of them actually really knew her was that they had needed a place to make polyjuice potion in their second year where they wouldn't be seen. As Hermoine knew that the bathroom was usually deserted she knew it was the best place.
"It doesn't look like it's been used since we were students here." Ron said, wrinkling his nose, as he looked around the dirty room. A few candles burned, but other than that, there was no light. The floor was damp- probably from Moaning Myrtle having tantrums and flooding it, and the mirrors were all cracked now.
"It probably hasn't..." Hermoine said softly, and then louder she called out "Myrtle! Myrtle! We want to talk to you."
There was no response.
"You try Harry. Charm her." Ron said, snorting.
Harry ignored the sarcasm, and called out "Myrtle. Are you around? Please come and talk to us. It's Harry Potter."
There was a noise from the end cubicle, and suddenly there was Moaning Myrtle, picking at a spot on her face and looking at Harry. "What are you doing here? And you?" she directed at the other two.
"We're here to speak to you." Harry replied.
"Here to speak to me. You haven't been here for ten years, why are you here now?" Moaning Myrtle asked bitterly. "Why do you want to speak to me?"
"I know I haven't been here for years Myrtle, but I'm here now." Harry said, in what he hoped was a soothing voice.
"You know what they say about me don't you? Miserable, moping, moaning Myrtle..." Moaning Myrtle said, a few silver tears running down her cheeks. "And then all of a sudden everyone wants to talk to me. Well I wont have it, I WONT!"
"Myrtle it's really important that you talk to us about this!" Harry said.
"I'll talk-but only because it's you. I like you-but I don't like anyone else. They are all mean to me." Moaning Myrtle decided.
Harry decided to ignore the last part of her comment. "Myrtle, do you know anything about the paper found here with the dark mark on it?"
"I know who left it here. I was sitting in the u-bend happily when all of a sudden two loud voices interrupted my musings. I went up to see who they were. There was a tall man, who had a hood over most of his face, so I couldn't identify him, and he was arguing with the other man. "Don't you dare go getting nervous on me now!" was what he said. The other man had his back to me. He ignored me completely, rude man that one. The other man hastened to assure the hooded man he wasn't nervous, that he knew his destiny, and the hooded man handed him a stack of papers, one of which he dropped on the way out. As they were leaving he turned back to look into the room, and he looked at me and he curled his lip. He thought he was too good for me, just because his family have a lot of money. He was probably thinking fat, ugly Myrtle, stupid-"
"Who was it Myrtle?" Hermoine interrupted.
Moaning Myrtle glared at her. "I said I wasn't speaking to you!" She said.
Hermoine rolled her eyes. 'No wonder everyone makes fun of her!'
Harry sighed. "Who was it Myrtle?" He repeated.
"Draco Malfoy." Moaning Myrtle said, triumphantly.
The three stared at each other in shock.
"Are you sure?" Ron asked, before he could help himself.
Moaning Myrtle made a noise of disgust. "That's right. Myrtle is so stupid she doesn't know anything. Myrtle wouldn't know her left from her right. They used to say that when I was at school here you know, before I got killed. Did I ever tell you about the time I was killed?"
"You did." Hermoine replied. Moaning Myrtle had been killed when the chamber of secrets had been opened up years before. She'd once began to describe her death to them; telling them how awful it had been!
"It was Draco Malfoy." Moaning Myrtle said again.
"Malfoy. I should have guessed." Hermoine said to the other two. "He was always a bad one, even though they said they hadn't been supporting Voldemort after his return and all...everyone knew they had!"
"But what the hell is going on?" Ron asked. "A bunch of papers all with the Dark Mark on them?"
Harry had another thought. "Myrtle, do you know anything about Professor Binns' disappearance?"
"No. Not a thing." Moaning Myrtle replied.
Harry eyed her thoughtfully, and decided she was telling the truth. "Should we go back to your office to discuss this Hermoine before we go and see the headmistress and then Ron and I get back to London?"
"Sure." Hermoine said.
"Sure." Moaning Myrtle echoed. "Leave me here. I'm just dead- don't worry about my feelings will you!"
"We wont." Ron replied cruelly. He couldn't be bothered with Moaning Myrtle's antics no matter what, unlike Harry and Hermoine.
Moaning Myrtle wailed, and floated into her cubicle in the end, and there was a splash as water soaked the floor.
"Yuk, let's get out of here." Hermoine said, making a face.
They went back to Hermoine's office.
