~Sharing a Bathroom~
AN: I thought of this and wrote this when I had insomnia, so it is quite crazy, just warning you now.
"Good morning, Harry," said Moaning Myrtle dramatically. Harry Potter had been living in the same bathroom as her for a month now. He had died, then as a ghost, decided to live with Myrtle. Ron and Hermione were shocked at this as well as his death.
Harry glided out of a cubical to meet her at the U-bend. "Good morning," he said sulkily.
"Not really a morning person are you?" she said giggling. Then she turned serious and said, "You never really told me how you came to be….like this."
"You mean dead?" he asked floating closer to her.
"Ooooohhhhh…." Myrtle wailed gliding around the bathroom.
"Cheer up," said Harry gloomily.
"But it's so……..tragic!" she said pouting.
"So how did it happen?" she asked eagerly.
"I killed Voldemort and then a Death Eater killed me." he said, then clapped his hands together.
"How unfortunate," Myrtle said, Harry sensed a twinge or sarcasm in her voice. "Why did you come back as…..as…." she trailed off.
"A ghost? I really have no idea." he said.
"Admit it! You didn't want to die!" Myrtle exclaimed gliding towards him so that their transparent faces were inches apart.
"Of course I didn't want to fuckin' die!" he yelled. She started to cry into her deceased hands. "Oh Myrtle, it's just a sensitive issue you know?" he said softly and pleadingly.
"Why did you want to live in my bathroom?" she asked sniffing.
"In my second year when we came out of the Chamber of Secrets, you said if I'd have died I could have lived here with you," he said, "And Myrtle I was touched."
Myrtle nodded, "Can you keep a secret?" she asked him.
"Of course," Harry said.
"I didn't want to die either," she said dramatically, "But don't tell anyone!"
Harry held back his laughter, it was a common known fact that Moaning Myrtle didn't want to die and was still depressed about it.
"I won't," he said, "I'd love to be celebrating the death of the Dark Lord and be dancing around his grave in bright clothes, crushing any flowers his supporters put there. I'd also like to blow his tombstone into a million pieces, what spell do you reckon would be good for that?"
"No idea,"
"I would just ask Hermione then," he said shrugging.
"Speaking of which," said Myrtle, "How have your friends taken…..it?"
"Oh, you mean my death. Normally I suppose."
Suddenly a little first year walked into the bathroom. Myrtle squealed at the top of her voice, while the small girl ran out.
"Bloody first years!" Harry yelled after her, "Honestly, can't they read the Out of Order sign?"
"Maybe she can't read," suggested Myrtle.
"Yes that's probably it," said Harry nodding.
There was an awkward silence, Harry wanting to break it, randomly said, "You look nice today Myrtle,"
Myrtle let out a little squeal, "If I could kiss you I would!" she said.
Harry's eyes widened in pure fright. "Just a little peck on the cheek," Myrtle said blushing. There was another awkward silence.
"I know I said I would show you around Hogwarts, but I've ran out of ideas," said Harry, "Is there anything you want to do?"
"Do you want to travel through the pipes and spy on the Prefects in their bathroom?" Myrtle asked excitedly.
"Hell yeah!" exclaimed Harry.
They would soon be hanging around with Peeves.