Title: Three Spirits
Author: SleepsInOctober
Genre: Adventure, Humor
Summary: AU, In a third year without Sirius Black, Harry worries that things are a bit too boring. When the trio upsets a ghost, things get a little too exciting. They've been turned into - ghosts?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter One - The Wrath of Myrtle
"D'you think it would be rude if we left?" Ron asked Hermione, knowing her sense of what was proper was stricter than his or Harry's. Despite his revulsion, and many admonitions from a certain brown-haired book-lover, he was still examining the food table.
"I don't know, Myrtle could be back any..." Hermione trained off as a familiar sound grew nearer. A distinct weeping that could only mean one thing - Myrtle had returned.
She came through the door for once - although she still came through the door - and had her face buried in her hands. Her robes were back to their usual dull state and her hair ribbon was nowhere in evidence. Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched as she drifted back into her stall.
Exchanging glances, Harry and Hermione raised themselves from the floor and joined Ron. Without a word they all walked over and pushed open the door of Myrtle's toilet.
"Myrtle?" Hermione began quietly. "Is everything. . . okay?"
Myrtle's only response was her muffled sobs.
"Really, the place looks great. We're having loads of fun!" tried Harry, forcing enthusiasm into his voice. The ghost just seemed so defeated that he wanted to somehow make her feel better.
The cries were unmuffled now.
Harry nudged Ron, then nodded towards Myrtle. Ron looked at her, then back at Harry and shrugged. Harry nudged him again, clearly stating 'your turn'. This, with an added glare from Hermione, made him give it a try. He was the only one among them with a sister, anyway. He knew how to handle girls.
"Hey, Myrtle. Myrtle. Myrtle!" Volume played a large part in Ron's perk-up-Myrtle plan. "Oy, MYRTLE!"
The ghost suddenly looked up from her perch on the toilet. "What are you doing here? This is a girls bathroom!" she said, momentarily too startled to cry.
"Right, she's lost it, let's go," Ron threw up his hands and started for the door.
"Ron!"
"Don't 'Ron' me," he continued, "We've been in this bathroom for hours now, and now this crazy, weepy girl doesn't even remember that she invited us!"
"Um, Ron-"
"No proper food, just reminders of what might have been a good dinner. Maybe a year ago!"
"Ah, Ron-"
"Even if the place is tidied up a bit - 'cause usually it is a fright in here - there's just too many odd memories here. I don't even get why a ghost would want to hang around in the place that they died. Especially a dismal place like this!"
"Ron!" Two voices joined together got his attention and he turned around at the door.
Harry and Hermione were backing away from Myrtle's stall slowly, followed by the glowing apparition. There were no tears coming from Myrtle now, only an odd silence that felt tense and wrong.
"We stay-" she whispered, and then seemed to change her mind. "How could I explain it to you. The living! You would have to experience it yourselves." She smiled, her lips vying with her voice for 'creepiest feature'. By now Ron, Harry, and Hermione were all backed up against the door with Myrtle directly in front of the,. Her eyes seemed to glow, stronger than her regular pale luminecense. "I think I want you to join me for a while. It will be my death-day present."
The students had finally had enough. As one, they all turned and tried to open the door, a task hampered by the fact that none of them were willing to step away from the door, for doing so would be to step closer (or possibly through) Myrtle.
Before the door was open more than a crack, a curious sensation hit the trio. A ringing in their ears and an odd lightness to their limbs, they felt themselves fall, but never felt their bodies hit the floor.
Of course, their bodies never did hit the floor. It was a moot point in that they no longer had bodies to hit the floor with...
Author: SleepsInOctober
Genre: Adventure, Humor
Summary: AU, In a third year without Sirius Black, Harry worries that things are a bit too boring. When the trio upsets a ghost, things get a little too exciting. They've been turned into - ghosts?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter One - The Wrath of Myrtle
"D'you think it would be rude if we left?" Ron asked Hermione, knowing her sense of what was proper was stricter than his or Harry's. Despite his revulsion, and many admonitions from a certain brown-haired book-lover, he was still examining the food table.
"I don't know, Myrtle could be back any..." Hermione trained off as a familiar sound grew nearer. A distinct weeping that could only mean one thing - Myrtle had returned.
She came through the door for once - although she still came through the door - and had her face buried in her hands. Her robes were back to their usual dull state and her hair ribbon was nowhere in evidence. Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched as she drifted back into her stall.
Exchanging glances, Harry and Hermione raised themselves from the floor and joined Ron. Without a word they all walked over and pushed open the door of Myrtle's toilet.
"Myrtle?" Hermione began quietly. "Is everything. . . okay?"
Myrtle's only response was her muffled sobs.
"Really, the place looks great. We're having loads of fun!" tried Harry, forcing enthusiasm into his voice. The ghost just seemed so defeated that he wanted to somehow make her feel better.
The cries were unmuffled now.
Harry nudged Ron, then nodded towards Myrtle. Ron looked at her, then back at Harry and shrugged. Harry nudged him again, clearly stating 'your turn'. This, with an added glare from Hermione, made him give it a try. He was the only one among them with a sister, anyway. He knew how to handle girls.
"Hey, Myrtle. Myrtle. Myrtle!" Volume played a large part in Ron's perk-up-Myrtle plan. "Oy, MYRTLE!"
The ghost suddenly looked up from her perch on the toilet. "What are you doing here? This is a girls bathroom!" she said, momentarily too startled to cry.
"Right, she's lost it, let's go," Ron threw up his hands and started for the door.
"Ron!"
"Don't 'Ron' me," he continued, "We've been in this bathroom for hours now, and now this crazy, weepy girl doesn't even remember that she invited us!"
"Um, Ron-"
"No proper food, just reminders of what might have been a good dinner. Maybe a year ago!"
"Ah, Ron-"
"Even if the place is tidied up a bit - 'cause usually it is a fright in here - there's just too many odd memories here. I don't even get why a ghost would want to hang around in the place that they died. Especially a dismal place like this!"
"Ron!" Two voices joined together got his attention and he turned around at the door.
Harry and Hermione were backing away from Myrtle's stall slowly, followed by the glowing apparition. There were no tears coming from Myrtle now, only an odd silence that felt tense and wrong.
"We stay-" she whispered, and then seemed to change her mind. "How could I explain it to you. The living! You would have to experience it yourselves." She smiled, her lips vying with her voice for 'creepiest feature'. By now Ron, Harry, and Hermione were all backed up against the door with Myrtle directly in front of the,. Her eyes seemed to glow, stronger than her regular pale luminecense. "I think I want you to join me for a while. It will be my death-day present."
The students had finally had enough. As one, they all turned and tried to open the door, a task hampered by the fact that none of them were willing to step away from the door, for doing so would be to step closer (or possibly through) Myrtle.
Before the door was open more than a crack, a curious sensation hit the trio. A ringing in their ears and an odd lightness to their limbs, they felt themselves fall, but never felt their bodies hit the floor.
Of course, their bodies never did hit the floor. It was a moot point in that they no longer had bodies to hit the floor with...