Chapter 6: Work on the Potion

Harry was lodged in the girls' bathroom. He was working on the potion. Narrowingly escaping Hermione, he finally got to this bathroom. In his second year at Hogwarts he, Ron and Hermione had made a Polyjuice potion to become Crabbe and Goyle to find out If Malfoy knew anything about the Chamber of Secrets in the same bathroom, and there was something that Harry remember about Hermione turning into somewhat of a cat.

Myrtle was hovering a little above Harry and as he was adding ingredients to the potion. She was humming happily and sighing admiringly every now and then. Harry wanted to throw the bottle that he was holding at her. But that would make everything worse and it wouldn't do any damage. She was being so horribly annoying already. This meant alot to Ron and Myrtle that going to end up messing everything up.

"Harry, I'm glad you decided to comeback." Myrtle said, flouting down beside Harry.

She started to giggle loudly. Harry turned sideways a bit and grabbed another ingredient. He rolled his eyes and softly sighed.

"Myrtle, I'm sorry but could you possibly leave? I'm not Hermione. I am not that great at making potions. I need quiet and I need to concentrate."

Myrtle started to weep, "You don't like me!"

"No, no, it's not that! I just really need to get this potion finished. I've been doing it for almost two weeks and I don't want that time to have been rubbish," Harry said.

The statement only made Myrtle cry louder. Harry just rolled his eyes again and shook his head.

"You hate me! You just think I'm a nuisance!" Myrtle said, her voice sounding high, harsh and raspy at the last word.

"Just leave him alone!" a voice that was entering the room said.

Harry and Myrtle turned to the doorway. Harry's heart jumped; Ginny was standing in the doorway. She walked into the room and shut the door behind her.

"Maybe he does hate you, just leave him be," she said.

Myrtle gasped and flew up into the air then hovered over a cubical and dived into the toilet sitting inside. Ginny smiled at Harry who smiled back. She slowly walked over to him and sat by his side, never loosing eye contact.

"Thanks. I was having a hard time doing this with her," Harry admitted dumping a bit of something slimy into the cauldron.

"No problem. Harry, what are you doing? Or should I say what are you making?" Ginny said, looking down dark green solution in the pot below the pair.

"Your stupid brother thinks that Hermione likes me," he said and to his surprise Ginny got patched of red on her cheeks.

"So he asked me to switch places with him with means of the Polyjuice potion."

Ginny laughed, "Now that sounds like Ron. That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. He should just ask her."

Harry smiled so widely. He hadn't smiled this much since him and Ginny were going together. She was smiling now to, just because she saw him smile.

"I've never seen you smile so much," she said softly, looking away.

"I have but that was when we were together."

"I remember. Harry, I still love you," she said so softly he could barely hear her, but that last phrase seemed so loud for him he would have though she was shouting it.

"I know," was all that he could say.

"I know? Is that it? I know!" Ginny yelled, standing up above him.

"Gin, I'm sorry. I still don't think it's safe. Voldemort may be gone but there are still other dangers out there."

"And you know what, Harry Potter, I still and never will care. I'd endanger everything just to be with you for a fraction of a second!"

"Ginny, I'm sorry."

"Yes. Fine. Have fun with this potion and being alone."

She stomped out of the bathroom and slammed to door. Harry threw one of the empty bottles on the floor so hard that it smashed into a million pieces out of frustration.

"Aren't you glad you have me here?" Myrtle asked, resting her head on her arms that were sitting on the stool to the toilet that she dove into.

"Get out, Myrtle!" Harry roared, throwing a bottle at her which did indeed go though her.

"I have never…"

Her voice trailed off and she dove back into the toilet. Harry just pushed it off his back and continued to work on the potion with guilt and anger building inside of him.

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