Chapter Forty Seven

Talking to Moaning Myrtle

The group ended up talking to the ghost in the bathroom the next night. When they met up, they were walking into the bathroom and looking for her.

"Hey Myrtle, it's us. Can you come out to talk to us for a bit? We have some questions that you might be able to answer for us." Harry had a light mood to his voice so as to not send the young ghost into hysterics, like she usually goes into when surprised or someone she doesn't like comes into her realm.

"Hey Harry, how can I help you and your friends? You said that there was something that you wanted to know from me. If there is anything that I can do, I will. You helped my friend get his status back as a wizard." She was actually smiling at them when she was talking.

"Yes Myrtle, we were wondering a couple of things. That is if it isn't to sad for you to remember these things. We were wondering if it was the Basilisk that killed you? Whether this was where you were killed, or whether it was someplace else? Where you might have seen him come out of?" Harry was asking these things with a calm and easy manner. He knew from what he had learned from some of the girls in the school, that Myrtle was a bit skittish around boys.

"Well I don't know exactly what killed me Harry, for you see all I saw was the red slitted eyes, and then I was dead. I guess that it could have been the Basilisk, they have the red slitted eyes don't they? Yes it was in this bathroom, in fact in this very stall that I was sitting and hiding from some of the older students that were teasing me when I died. Where I saw him come out of is a difficult thing to remember, let me think a second." While she was sitting there thinking, Harry was talking to the others about what she had said.

"Well that settles that. It seems that we're going to have to go after ourselves a Basilisk. Have any of you read anything about how to take one down. I mean I have done a lot of reading on them since we have been having this problem, but the only thing that the books say is to strike first and to strike fast. Preferably with a sword to cut off it's head. I know that I don't have a sword ready, do any of you?"

"No we don't, but I'm sure that there will be a way when we go down there. I don't think that any of the professors will let us go down there unprepared. Now what are we waiting for, Myrtle to tell us where the entrance is if she remembers. Well guys and gals, I think we might be in for a long run. Why don't we sit and wait. Harry want to play a game or two of wizardring chess while we wait?" Ron was actually smiling when he asked this.

"Sure Ron, even tho I know your going to kick my butt." Harry and the rest of them settled in for what turned out to be most of the night. Myrtle it turns out didn't have a great memory, so she was sitting there thinking hard. It seems that Myrtle was a Hufflepuff, so she wasn't the brightest in the bunch. When she finally snapped to attention, Ron had managed to win five out of six games against Harry. Harry was lucky in that he won one game against Ron. When Myrtle came out of her stall she was looking at Harry with interest for he had just beat Ron. "I remember now where it had come out of. Look directly across from my stall, under the sink. You should find some kind of indication as to where the entrance is there." Myrtle was happy about this happening, and told them good luck in their adventure.

They decided that they would go down to visit Lightning one last time before telling the professors in the morning about what they had found out. They went down to the stables, and played with her for a couple of hours, and then went to their separate chambers.