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Chapter 7: Lost Promise
Chanse followed behind Hermione as she ran through the Gryffindor entrance.
When Chanse ran in the room, she saw a couple Gryffindors talking to each other, some playing wizard's chess, and others reading and doing other things. But there was a small group of people sitting by the fireplace, whispering to each other and looking around at everyone...as if they were hiding something.
"Chanse!" George yelled.
"SHHH!" Angelina hissed. "You don't want Percy, or Katie finding out, do you?"
"Don't worry about it Angie." George laughed.
"Yeah George and I took care of them." Ron laughed.
"George why didn't you ask me?" Fred asked a little hurt.
"Cause you were to busying planning..." George was cut off by Fred driving across the couch and covering his mouth.
"Fred?" Angelina slightly laughed.
"My Potions homework." Fred lied.
"Right." Angelina smirked.
"Come on Chanse." Hermione nudged Chanse towards the group.
When Chanse got closer to the group of Gryffindor students, she saw them all sitting around a small wooden crate in the middle of the table.
"What's in there?" Chanse asked.
"Well we..." Alicia was cut off when the box started to rumble back and forth.
"What the hell?" Chanse gasped.
"That just the thing," Alicia began again, trying to ignore the moving box, "it's a package for you, but we don't know what it is. But we do know it's from Bulgaria."
The edge of Chanse's lips turned up as she stared at the box.
"Chanse do you know what's in it?" Harry asked, as he stared blankly at Chanse's face.
"No clue," Chanse laughed.
"Do you know who it's from?" Angelina asked.
"Have some clue." Chanse smirked.
Everyone in the group, quickly, fell silent when they heard the muffled voices of Percy and Katie, through the entrance.
"Quick," Fred jumped up and grabbed the box and handed it to Chanse, "Take this up to your room."
"But..." Chanse started to say.
"No time, for ANYTHING," Alicia shouted, "Just go!"
"Ok." Chanse laughed as she tightly squeezed the box, as she ran up the stairs, to the girl's dormitories, with Hermione, and Angelina following behind her.
Chanse squeezed the jiggling box tighter as she waited for Angelina and Hermione to come up the door for her. She could hear Fred, Alicia, and George stalling Katie and Percy for them.
"George, Ron you said that Neville had wondered outside Hogwarts property!" Percy sternly yelled.
"Oh sorry Pinhead that was my fault," Fred laughed, "I told Ron that as a joke, then I guess he told George, who told you guys."
"One," Chanse could hear Katie spat, "you shouldn't be telling such lies, Fred Weasley...it could get someone in serious trouble."
"What's two?" Alicia questioned.
Chanse squeezed her eyes tightly and thought, 'Not your smartest move Alicia.'
"Two," Katie spat again, "is I can't believe that you helped them."
"HELP THEM?!" Alicia screamed.
"Yes," Katie smirked, "Hogwarts has gotten so used to the Weasley twins 'evil' ways that they get off with detentions, because they know that nothing really bothers them."
Chanse heard small laughed, which she knew was from George and Fred.
"Where the hell is Hermione and Angelina?" Chanse whispered.
"Right here." Angelina whispered, loudly, as she ran up to Chanse, and then opened the door.
"Wait I want to see what happens downstairs." Chanse hissed.
"But from you Alicia...I'm very disappointed."
There was a small silence from the Gryffindor Commons Room, when Chanse finally heard Katie speak up, "I should really take you off the Quidditch team."
Chanse looked at Angelina in horror and then listened again.
"WHAT?!" Alicia screamed. "YOU CAN'T!"
"Yes, Head Girl has that power." Katie corrected.
"She can't," Chanse gasped to Angelina, "can she?"
"Unfortunately...she can." Angelina sighed.
"Here." Chanse huffed, as she shoved the tiny box into Hermione's arms, and started to walk back down to the Commons Room.
"Chanse no." Angelina yelled softly as she ran after Chanse.
Chanse got down to the Commons Room stairs, and saw Katie and Percy, with their backs to her, facing Fred, George, Alicia, and Ron. Chanse started to open her mouth to say that she was the reason why they did it, when...
"It was my fault." A small voice whispered as the portal to the Gryffindor Commons Room opened.
"Hermione?" Ron gasped.
Chanse looked at the portal with complete confusion as Hermione came walking in holding a bunch of books, with some small bottles on top of them.
Hermione walked over to a table and set down all the books and bottles, and looked up at Percy and Katie who had their mouths wide open, just like everyone else.
"Angelina wasn't she..." Chanse voice trailed off as she slowly pointed at the ceiling, "but how..."
Chanse looked back at Hermione who walked over to Percy and Katie with her head down, "See I told George and Ron to make that distraction because I knew you wouldn't be happy with me if you caught me going to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom."
"Why were you going there Miss Granger?" Percy asked quietly, but yet still sternly.
"Because I was..." Hermione looked down at the ground, and everyone around her knew she was trying to think of something to say.
"Yes Miss Granger?" Katie smirked.
"She went to the bathroom, on my orders to studying for the Potions exam next week." An old voice, from the top of the stairs, said.
Everyone turned and looked at the top of the stairs where the voice came from and saw Professor McGonagall standing at the top, towering down on the two Head Kids. She slowly walked down to Katie and Percy and stood before them, "I was the reason she did that."
"Oh," Katie hushed, "Sorry Hermione I didn't know."
Hermione nodded, staring blankly up at McGonagall, who was looking at Hermione like she could read her mind and knew exactly what everyone had been up to.
Katie and Percy looked at each other in complete awe, until McGonagall spoke, "I think you two should go help the other Head Kids, and Prefects."
"Yes Professor." Both the Head Kids quickly said as the walked out of the Commons Room.
McGonagall nodded her head to the kids and left the Commons Room.
Chanse looked at Hermione and then saw as the small girl in the Commons Room faded into the thin air.
Ron, George, Fred, Alicia, Chanse, and Angelina looked around the Commons Room trying to figure out where she went.
"Come on." Chanse whispered as she ran back towards her room.
When she reached her room Hermione was standing in the middle of the hallway, right where they had left her.
"Hermione how did..." Angelina shouted, but stopped when the back rumbled.
"Ask her when we get in." Chanse laughed, as she took the box from Hermione and walked inside.
"So how did you do that?"
"Ghost Spell." Hermione smirked, "I learned it, when I did some reading for fun, in Spells for All Ages." Hermione beamed, "It cast a illusion of yourself somewhere where you want to be." Hermione smiled.
Chanse pulled out her wand and pointed it at the crate, "Alohomora." She whispered, as she watched as the small lid became lose.
She slowly lifted the lid, and her, Angelina, and Hermione looked inside the crate...
A small little creature that looked much like a hedgehog was lying at the bottom of the crate, curled in a ball.
"He sent me a hedgehog." Chanse laughed.
"That's not a hedgehog," Hermione stated, "that's a knarl." Hermione looked at Chanse who was confused by the word knarl, "obviously someone doesn't pay any attention in Care of Magical Creatures class...a knarl is the same as a hedgehog except that, in the fact, they are much smaller then regular hedgehogs, and it's quills are a soft as silk, and they can't hurt you unless the knarl wants them to. And when the knarl wants them to hurt something the change colors from their regular brown to a flaming red, and then they also take offence to pretty much anything."
"Yeah I was going to say that hedgehog is super tiny." Chanse laughed.
"Well that's a baby knarl." Hermione pointed.
Chanse looked at Hermione and then back down at the small creature, which seemed to be fast asleep. The three girls stared at the small creature which looked so peaceful until its leg began to twitch, and then it had a violent outburst of movement and noise, all over the crate. It flew into the sides of the crate, and snarled.
"What's it doing?" Angelina gasped.
"Dreaming I think." Hermione laughed.
Chanse smiled at the creature and slowly started to slide her hands inside the crate.
"Chanse, no." Hermione gasped as she grabbed Chanse's hand.
"It's ok Hermione," Chanse smiled as she slid her hand under the creature and picked it up.
The girls watched as the knarl flickered its eyes open and looked around the room and then at the girls. It looked below itself and saw that it was sitting on Chanse's hand, and then its quills began to glow a fiery red.
"Shit, Chanse, you pissed the damn thing off." Angelina yelled.
Chanse squeezed her eyes tightly as the knarl's quills began to burn and sting Chanse's hand.
After about five minutes of the knarl trying to hurt Chanse, and succeeding, the knarl stopped and looked up at Chanse who still wasn't going to let the creature go. It stared into Chanse's eyes, with hatred, and Chanse stared into its eyes, almost saying 'I'm not letting you go...no matter what'.
Each other's eyes were telling each other something but only they could figure it out. Chanse wanted so badly to grab her hand and bandage it, but she restrained her erg and continued to stare. The knarl continued to stare Chanse down till finally it's facial expression lightened and the quills turned back to their regular brown.
"How'd you get it to stop being angry?" Angelina exclaimed as she walked closer to Chanse.
The knarl flipped around and started growling at Angelina. "I'm not going to hurt you." Angelina laughed, but the knarl wouldn't listen.
"Here." Chanse smiled as she set the knarl down on her bed, and stepped away from it, so Angelina could come closer to her.
Hermione and Angelina started walking closer to Chanse when the baby knarl jumped off the bed and landed flat on the floor. "Merlin's beard, are you ok?" Chanse shouted at the knarl.
The knarl looked at the floor and pushed itself onto its little feet, and shook its head. It's looked up at Chanse and then at Angelina and Hermione who were standing next to Chanse trying to wrap her hand. It quickly ran over in front of Chanse and started snarling and barking at Angelina and Hermione.
Before it could curl in a small ball and attack Angelina and Hermione, Chanse bent down and picked it up. "It's ok, they're my friends." Chanse whispered to it.
The knarl turned around to Chanse, and then looked at her hand. It bent its head down, and began to lick Chanse's wounds, as if saying 'I'm sorry for hurting you'.
When it bent down the sunlight from the window gleamed on something around the knarl's neck. "Something's on its neck." Hermione pointed.
"Chanse will you please name it, so we can stop calling it 'it'." Angelina demanded.
"Ok...um...Kirby," Chanse laughed.
"Ok," Angelina laughed, "that's cool."
"Hold still Kirby," Chanse laughed as she pulled the tiny piece of sting over Kirby's head.
"What is it?" Angelina asked.
"A ring." Chanse laughed.
"There's a letter in here." Hermione waved a letter in the air.
Dear Chanse,
I sent you this knarl because for some strange reason knarls remind me of you...they can kick even some of the biggest creature's asses, and the only way they won't kick yours is if you gain their trust.
Around the knarl's neck is a ring...a promise ring. I sent it to you to make you a promise that I will always love you. There's only one way I would EVER stop loving you, and that is I'm put under a spell!
~Oliver
"What's it say?" Angelina asked, excitedly.
"It's a promise ring from Oliver." Chanse smiled, as she slipped it on her finger, "It's a little big but I can fix that later."
"That's so cute." Hermione whined, "You should write him."
"You should go see him!" Angelina shouted, "Over Christmas break!"
Chanse smiled at Kirby, and thought about seeing Oliver's face. Looking into his brown eyes...seeing that smirk of his...just seeing him.
Chanse walked over to her bed where she laid him down on her pillow and then sat down next to it.
"Chanse you're going to have to be super careful about Kirby." Angelina warned.
"Why?"
"You're not allowed to have other animals, besides owls, frogs, cats, and rats, at school." Hermione stated, "But I'm leaving now to go explain to everyone how I did that spell."
"Got it, keep Kirby on the down low." Chanse laughed, "bye Hermione, thanks for everything."
"Hey Chanse, where were you when we were waiting for you in the Commons Room?" Angelina asked as she sat on her bed, fear of pissing Kirby off.
"Oh I was in Myrtle's bathroom," Chanse whispered, as she stroked Kirby's quills, and tiny purrs came from Kirby, "then Ron, Harry, and Hermione came in and Myrtle faded."
"What do you mean 'faded'?" Angelina asked
"She disappeared." Chanse laughed.
Angelina stood up and looked at Chanse, "Into a wall you mean, right?"
"Nope, she just disappeared."
Angelina walked over and sat on Chanse's bed, and Kirby woke up and softly started to growl at Angelina. "Kirby, Angelina is my friend and roommate so you have to accept her." Chanse scowled.
Kirby looked up at Chanse, and then back and Angelina and then went to bed.
"Chanse," Angelina whispered, "ghosts don't just fade away...they disappear into other objects, and things like that. But they don't just fade."
"Well Myrtle does," Chanse snapped.
"Chanse...no she doesn't." Angelina whispered.
Chanse looked up at Angelina's scared face, and then her own face began to feel scared and worried. "Watch Kirby." Chanse whispered as she jumped off her bed and ran out of the room.
Chanse whizzed down the corridor, down the stairs, and out the Commons Room towards Myrtle's bathroom.
Chanse burst through the wooden door of the bathroom, "Myrtle?"
There was no response...
"MYRTLE!" Chanse screamed as she ran in and out of every stall.
Still, no response...
*CRUNCH*
Chanse stopped, dead in her tracks and slowly turned her foot and saw thousands of tiny glistening glass pieces lying around a broken glasses frame, under her foot. 'Who would leave their glasses on the floor?' Chanse thought.
She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the broken glasses, "Oculus Reparo." Chanse whispered.
She watched the thousands of piece slowly slid across the floor and stick together, until two glasses' lens were formed. Then the glasses frame twisted and turned itself back into its original form, and then the two lens slid into the glasses frame.
Chanse slid her wand back into its place, in her robe, and bent down and picked up the glasses. 'Myrtle' was inscribed on the glasses.
"These were Myrtle's glasses." Chanse laughed, "She must have dropped them," she reassured herself, "that's it." She walked over to a sink and set the glasses down.
Chanse walked into Myrtle's stale, and flushed the toilet, in hopes that Myrtle would come out, because the toilet would overflow.
The toilet ran normally, almost like it was never out of order. "Myrtle?" Chanse whispered to the toilet.
No response...
Chanse walked out of the stall and over to the sink where she had set the glasses down. She was about to pick them back up when...
"Ghosts are only here because they have something they need fulfilled and once that's fulfilled they move on." A soft voice from behind exclaimed.
Chanse jumped in the air, out of fright, and turned around quickly, sending her ring flying into a sink, and down its drain.
Chanse caught a glimpse of Dumbledore standing in front of her, before she turned back around to grab her ring but she was to late...it was gone.
"I'm sorry Foxlin...I mean Chanse," Dumbledore sighed, "I didn't mean to scare me."
Chanse didn't turn around she just stared down the drain, "You're a powerful wizard right?"
"I'd like to think so." Dumbledore chuckled.
"So can you get my ring back for me?" Chanse turned around and looked up at Dumbledore.
"I'm sorry Chanse, but I can not."
"Why?"
"Salazar Slytherin."
"What does Slytherin have to do with getting my ring back?"
"You've heard of the Chamber of Secrets right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Salazar built it under this very bathroom, and it holds a more powerful magic than I hold."
"So I you trying to tell me that you can't?"
"Yes," Dumbledore sighed, "It's not that I don't want to it's just that Hogwarts hold many secrets and magic."
"And the Chamber of Secrets is just one of the many, right?"
"Precisely." Dumbledore nodded.
Chanse looked down at the ground and then nodded. She grabbed Myrtle's glasses and held them up to Dumbledore, "So is she?"
"Gone?" Dumbledore asked, "Yes."
"For good?"
"Who knows."
"But how?"
"You helped her finished what she left unfinished."
"Which was?"
"To be happy with herself." Chanse nodded her head and started to hand Dumbledore Myrtle's glasses, "She'd want you to have them...That's probably why she left them."
Chanse let a tiny smile slip across her lips, and then she slowly walked to the bathroom door, and opened it. She stopped and turned back around, "Can you tell me why Oliver left?"
"That's another Hogwarts mystery, Chanse," Dumbledore sighed, "another mystery." He whispered.
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Chapter 7: Lost Promise
Chanse followed behind Hermione as she ran through the Gryffindor entrance.
When Chanse ran in the room, she saw a couple Gryffindors talking to each other, some playing wizard's chess, and others reading and doing other things. But there was a small group of people sitting by the fireplace, whispering to each other and looking around at everyone...as if they were hiding something.
"Chanse!" George yelled.
"SHHH!" Angelina hissed. "You don't want Percy, or Katie finding out, do you?"
"Don't worry about it Angie." George laughed.
"Yeah George and I took care of them." Ron laughed.
"George why didn't you ask me?" Fred asked a little hurt.
"Cause you were to busying planning..." George was cut off by Fred driving across the couch and covering his mouth.
"Fred?" Angelina slightly laughed.
"My Potions homework." Fred lied.
"Right." Angelina smirked.
"Come on Chanse." Hermione nudged Chanse towards the group.
When Chanse got closer to the group of Gryffindor students, she saw them all sitting around a small wooden crate in the middle of the table.
"What's in there?" Chanse asked.
"Well we..." Alicia was cut off when the box started to rumble back and forth.
"What the hell?" Chanse gasped.
"That just the thing," Alicia began again, trying to ignore the moving box, "it's a package for you, but we don't know what it is. But we do know it's from Bulgaria."
The edge of Chanse's lips turned up as she stared at the box.
"Chanse do you know what's in it?" Harry asked, as he stared blankly at Chanse's face.
"No clue," Chanse laughed.
"Do you know who it's from?" Angelina asked.
"Have some clue." Chanse smirked.
Everyone in the group, quickly, fell silent when they heard the muffled voices of Percy and Katie, through the entrance.
"Quick," Fred jumped up and grabbed the box and handed it to Chanse, "Take this up to your room."
"But..." Chanse started to say.
"No time, for ANYTHING," Alicia shouted, "Just go!"
"Ok." Chanse laughed as she tightly squeezed the box, as she ran up the stairs, to the girl's dormitories, with Hermione, and Angelina following behind her.
Chanse squeezed the jiggling box tighter as she waited for Angelina and Hermione to come up the door for her. She could hear Fred, Alicia, and George stalling Katie and Percy for them.
"George, Ron you said that Neville had wondered outside Hogwarts property!" Percy sternly yelled.
"Oh sorry Pinhead that was my fault," Fred laughed, "I told Ron that as a joke, then I guess he told George, who told you guys."
"One," Chanse could hear Katie spat, "you shouldn't be telling such lies, Fred Weasley...it could get someone in serious trouble."
"What's two?" Alicia questioned.
Chanse squeezed her eyes tightly and thought, 'Not your smartest move Alicia.'
"Two," Katie spat again, "is I can't believe that you helped them."
"HELP THEM?!" Alicia screamed.
"Yes," Katie smirked, "Hogwarts has gotten so used to the Weasley twins 'evil' ways that they get off with detentions, because they know that nothing really bothers them."
Chanse heard small laughed, which she knew was from George and Fred.
"Where the hell is Hermione and Angelina?" Chanse whispered.
"Right here." Angelina whispered, loudly, as she ran up to Chanse, and then opened the door.
"Wait I want to see what happens downstairs." Chanse hissed.
"But from you Alicia...I'm very disappointed."
There was a small silence from the Gryffindor Commons Room, when Chanse finally heard Katie speak up, "I should really take you off the Quidditch team."
Chanse looked at Angelina in horror and then listened again.
"WHAT?!" Alicia screamed. "YOU CAN'T!"
"Yes, Head Girl has that power." Katie corrected.
"She can't," Chanse gasped to Angelina, "can she?"
"Unfortunately...she can." Angelina sighed.
"Here." Chanse huffed, as she shoved the tiny box into Hermione's arms, and started to walk back down to the Commons Room.
"Chanse no." Angelina yelled softly as she ran after Chanse.
Chanse got down to the Commons Room stairs, and saw Katie and Percy, with their backs to her, facing Fred, George, Alicia, and Ron. Chanse started to open her mouth to say that she was the reason why they did it, when...
"It was my fault." A small voice whispered as the portal to the Gryffindor Commons Room opened.
"Hermione?" Ron gasped.
Chanse looked at the portal with complete confusion as Hermione came walking in holding a bunch of books, with some small bottles on top of them.
Hermione walked over to a table and set down all the books and bottles, and looked up at Percy and Katie who had their mouths wide open, just like everyone else.
"Angelina wasn't she..." Chanse voice trailed off as she slowly pointed at the ceiling, "but how..."
Chanse looked back at Hermione who walked over to Percy and Katie with her head down, "See I told George and Ron to make that distraction because I knew you wouldn't be happy with me if you caught me going to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom."
"Why were you going there Miss Granger?" Percy asked quietly, but yet still sternly.
"Because I was..." Hermione looked down at the ground, and everyone around her knew she was trying to think of something to say.
"Yes Miss Granger?" Katie smirked.
"She went to the bathroom, on my orders to studying for the Potions exam next week." An old voice, from the top of the stairs, said.
Everyone turned and looked at the top of the stairs where the voice came from and saw Professor McGonagall standing at the top, towering down on the two Head Kids. She slowly walked down to Katie and Percy and stood before them, "I was the reason she did that."
"Oh," Katie hushed, "Sorry Hermione I didn't know."
Hermione nodded, staring blankly up at McGonagall, who was looking at Hermione like she could read her mind and knew exactly what everyone had been up to.
Katie and Percy looked at each other in complete awe, until McGonagall spoke, "I think you two should go help the other Head Kids, and Prefects."
"Yes Professor." Both the Head Kids quickly said as the walked out of the Commons Room.
McGonagall nodded her head to the kids and left the Commons Room.
Chanse looked at Hermione and then saw as the small girl in the Commons Room faded into the thin air.
Ron, George, Fred, Alicia, Chanse, and Angelina looked around the Commons Room trying to figure out where she went.
"Come on." Chanse whispered as she ran back towards her room.
When she reached her room Hermione was standing in the middle of the hallway, right where they had left her.
"Hermione how did..." Angelina shouted, but stopped when the back rumbled.
"Ask her when we get in." Chanse laughed, as she took the box from Hermione and walked inside.
"So how did you do that?"
"Ghost Spell." Hermione smirked, "I learned it, when I did some reading for fun, in Spells for All Ages." Hermione beamed, "It cast a illusion of yourself somewhere where you want to be." Hermione smiled.
Chanse pulled out her wand and pointed it at the crate, "Alohomora." She whispered, as she watched as the small lid became lose.
She slowly lifted the lid, and her, Angelina, and Hermione looked inside the crate...
A small little creature that looked much like a hedgehog was lying at the bottom of the crate, curled in a ball.
"He sent me a hedgehog." Chanse laughed.
"That's not a hedgehog," Hermione stated, "that's a knarl." Hermione looked at Chanse who was confused by the word knarl, "obviously someone doesn't pay any attention in Care of Magical Creatures class...a knarl is the same as a hedgehog except that, in the fact, they are much smaller then regular hedgehogs, and it's quills are a soft as silk, and they can't hurt you unless the knarl wants them to. And when the knarl wants them to hurt something the change colors from their regular brown to a flaming red, and then they also take offence to pretty much anything."
"Yeah I was going to say that hedgehog is super tiny." Chanse laughed.
"Well that's a baby knarl." Hermione pointed.
Chanse looked at Hermione and then back down at the small creature, which seemed to be fast asleep. The three girls stared at the small creature which looked so peaceful until its leg began to twitch, and then it had a violent outburst of movement and noise, all over the crate. It flew into the sides of the crate, and snarled.
"What's it doing?" Angelina gasped.
"Dreaming I think." Hermione laughed.
Chanse smiled at the creature and slowly started to slide her hands inside the crate.
"Chanse, no." Hermione gasped as she grabbed Chanse's hand.
"It's ok Hermione," Chanse smiled as she slid her hand under the creature and picked it up.
The girls watched as the knarl flickered its eyes open and looked around the room and then at the girls. It looked below itself and saw that it was sitting on Chanse's hand, and then its quills began to glow a fiery red.
"Shit, Chanse, you pissed the damn thing off." Angelina yelled.
Chanse squeezed her eyes tightly as the knarl's quills began to burn and sting Chanse's hand.
After about five minutes of the knarl trying to hurt Chanse, and succeeding, the knarl stopped and looked up at Chanse who still wasn't going to let the creature go. It stared into Chanse's eyes, with hatred, and Chanse stared into its eyes, almost saying 'I'm not letting you go...no matter what'.
Each other's eyes were telling each other something but only they could figure it out. Chanse wanted so badly to grab her hand and bandage it, but she restrained her erg and continued to stare. The knarl continued to stare Chanse down till finally it's facial expression lightened and the quills turned back to their regular brown.
"How'd you get it to stop being angry?" Angelina exclaimed as she walked closer to Chanse.
The knarl flipped around and started growling at Angelina. "I'm not going to hurt you." Angelina laughed, but the knarl wouldn't listen.
"Here." Chanse smiled as she set the knarl down on her bed, and stepped away from it, so Angelina could come closer to her.
Hermione and Angelina started walking closer to Chanse when the baby knarl jumped off the bed and landed flat on the floor. "Merlin's beard, are you ok?" Chanse shouted at the knarl.
The knarl looked at the floor and pushed itself onto its little feet, and shook its head. It's looked up at Chanse and then at Angelina and Hermione who were standing next to Chanse trying to wrap her hand. It quickly ran over in front of Chanse and started snarling and barking at Angelina and Hermione.
Before it could curl in a small ball and attack Angelina and Hermione, Chanse bent down and picked it up. "It's ok, they're my friends." Chanse whispered to it.
The knarl turned around to Chanse, and then looked at her hand. It bent its head down, and began to lick Chanse's wounds, as if saying 'I'm sorry for hurting you'.
When it bent down the sunlight from the window gleamed on something around the knarl's neck. "Something's on its neck." Hermione pointed.
"Chanse will you please name it, so we can stop calling it 'it'." Angelina demanded.
"Ok...um...Kirby," Chanse laughed.
"Ok," Angelina laughed, "that's cool."
"Hold still Kirby," Chanse laughed as she pulled the tiny piece of sting over Kirby's head.
"What is it?" Angelina asked.
"A ring." Chanse laughed.
"There's a letter in here." Hermione waved a letter in the air.
Dear Chanse,
I sent you this knarl because for some strange reason knarls remind me of you...they can kick even some of the biggest creature's asses, and the only way they won't kick yours is if you gain their trust.
Around the knarl's neck is a ring...a promise ring. I sent it to you to make you a promise that I will always love you. There's only one way I would EVER stop loving you, and that is I'm put under a spell!
~Oliver
"What's it say?" Angelina asked, excitedly.
"It's a promise ring from Oliver." Chanse smiled, as she slipped it on her finger, "It's a little big but I can fix that later."
"That's so cute." Hermione whined, "You should write him."
"You should go see him!" Angelina shouted, "Over Christmas break!"
Chanse smiled at Kirby, and thought about seeing Oliver's face. Looking into his brown eyes...seeing that smirk of his...just seeing him.
Chanse walked over to her bed where she laid him down on her pillow and then sat down next to it.
"Chanse you're going to have to be super careful about Kirby." Angelina warned.
"Why?"
"You're not allowed to have other animals, besides owls, frogs, cats, and rats, at school." Hermione stated, "But I'm leaving now to go explain to everyone how I did that spell."
"Got it, keep Kirby on the down low." Chanse laughed, "bye Hermione, thanks for everything."
"Hey Chanse, where were you when we were waiting for you in the Commons Room?" Angelina asked as she sat on her bed, fear of pissing Kirby off.
"Oh I was in Myrtle's bathroom," Chanse whispered, as she stroked Kirby's quills, and tiny purrs came from Kirby, "then Ron, Harry, and Hermione came in and Myrtle faded."
"What do you mean 'faded'?" Angelina asked
"She disappeared." Chanse laughed.
Angelina stood up and looked at Chanse, "Into a wall you mean, right?"
"Nope, she just disappeared."
Angelina walked over and sat on Chanse's bed, and Kirby woke up and softly started to growl at Angelina. "Kirby, Angelina is my friend and roommate so you have to accept her." Chanse scowled.
Kirby looked up at Chanse, and then back and Angelina and then went to bed.
"Chanse," Angelina whispered, "ghosts don't just fade away...they disappear into other objects, and things like that. But they don't just fade."
"Well Myrtle does," Chanse snapped.
"Chanse...no she doesn't." Angelina whispered.
Chanse looked up at Angelina's scared face, and then her own face began to feel scared and worried. "Watch Kirby." Chanse whispered as she jumped off her bed and ran out of the room.
Chanse whizzed down the corridor, down the stairs, and out the Commons Room towards Myrtle's bathroom.
Chanse burst through the wooden door of the bathroom, "Myrtle?"
There was no response...
"MYRTLE!" Chanse screamed as she ran in and out of every stall.
Still, no response...
*CRUNCH*
Chanse stopped, dead in her tracks and slowly turned her foot and saw thousands of tiny glistening glass pieces lying around a broken glasses frame, under her foot. 'Who would leave their glasses on the floor?' Chanse thought.
She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the broken glasses, "Oculus Reparo." Chanse whispered.
She watched the thousands of piece slowly slid across the floor and stick together, until two glasses' lens were formed. Then the glasses frame twisted and turned itself back into its original form, and then the two lens slid into the glasses frame.
Chanse slid her wand back into its place, in her robe, and bent down and picked up the glasses. 'Myrtle' was inscribed on the glasses.
"These were Myrtle's glasses." Chanse laughed, "She must have dropped them," she reassured herself, "that's it." She walked over to a sink and set the glasses down.
Chanse walked into Myrtle's stale, and flushed the toilet, in hopes that Myrtle would come out, because the toilet would overflow.
The toilet ran normally, almost like it was never out of order. "Myrtle?" Chanse whispered to the toilet.
No response...
Chanse walked out of the stall and over to the sink where she had set the glasses down. She was about to pick them back up when...
"Ghosts are only here because they have something they need fulfilled and once that's fulfilled they move on." A soft voice from behind exclaimed.
Chanse jumped in the air, out of fright, and turned around quickly, sending her ring flying into a sink, and down its drain.
Chanse caught a glimpse of Dumbledore standing in front of her, before she turned back around to grab her ring but she was to late...it was gone.
"I'm sorry Foxlin...I mean Chanse," Dumbledore sighed, "I didn't mean to scare me."
Chanse didn't turn around she just stared down the drain, "You're a powerful wizard right?"
"I'd like to think so." Dumbledore chuckled.
"So can you get my ring back for me?" Chanse turned around and looked up at Dumbledore.
"I'm sorry Chanse, but I can not."
"Why?"
"Salazar Slytherin."
"What does Slytherin have to do with getting my ring back?"
"You've heard of the Chamber of Secrets right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Salazar built it under this very bathroom, and it holds a more powerful magic than I hold."
"So I you trying to tell me that you can't?"
"Yes," Dumbledore sighed, "It's not that I don't want to it's just that Hogwarts hold many secrets and magic."
"And the Chamber of Secrets is just one of the many, right?"
"Precisely." Dumbledore nodded.
Chanse looked down at the ground and then nodded. She grabbed Myrtle's glasses and held them up to Dumbledore, "So is she?"
"Gone?" Dumbledore asked, "Yes."
"For good?"
"Who knows."
"But how?"
"You helped her finished what she left unfinished."
"Which was?"
"To be happy with herself." Chanse nodded her head and started to hand Dumbledore Myrtle's glasses, "She'd want you to have them...That's probably why she left them."
Chanse let a tiny smile slip across her lips, and then she slowly walked to the bathroom door, and opened it. She stopped and turned back around, "Can you tell me why Oliver left?"
"That's another Hogwarts mystery, Chanse," Dumbledore sighed, "another mystery." He whispered.