Chapter Eleven

January creped by and February was moving in. Lily now was practicing daily for quidditch as the Quidditch Cup was getting nearer. Erica and John walked out with her onto the field as Lily and the rest of the team hung in the air on their brooms, getting ready for practice.

Erica and John sat on a bench eating toast and pumpkin juice as they watched. Lily's broom was by far the fastest one on the Gryffindor team. Her father had sent her a brand new Firebolt one hundred. The others flew with Nimbus two thousands and two thousand and ones.

Lily climbed off her broom after a good hour or more. Erica stood next to her as John made his way over to them. Together they walked to the school and into the entrance hall. Teachers were walking faster than normal around students in the entrance hall and the great hall. Erica accidentally ran into Professor McGonagall.

"I'm so sorry Miss Weasley." McGonagall stopped rushing and patted Erica's shoulder. She was obviously trying to catch her breath.

Lily stepped closer. "Are you alright Professor?" She asked as McGonagall stood up straight.

"Yes dear I am. Just school things. Nothing to worry about." She nodded to them than walked, a nit slower this time, into the great hall.

John stood next to Erica. "What was that all about?" Both Erica and Lily shrugged.

The bell rung outside Charm's class a week later. Erica and John waited for Lily as she packed her things away.

"It's okay. I have to go to the bathroom. I'll meet you in the Common Room." Erica and John nodded then walked up the stairs.

After gathering her things, Lily walked down the hall to a deserted girl's bathroom. She opened the door and walked in. No one was there. The sinks were a bit out of shape. After a moment she realized that this was Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Next she heard a girl's voice.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!" A ghost appeared next to Lily. It was a girl with large glasses and Hogwarts robes. Lily jumped but stopped.

"Hi Myrtle." Lily knew of Myrtle well. Her dad had met her in his second year and saw her again in his fourth year of course. Myrtle looked at her strangely.

"Have I met you before?" She seemed very puzzled.

Lily giggled. "No. But I assume you have met my father, Harry Potter." Myrtle's face turned to a smile.

"Yes, I have. A couple of times." She too giggled a bit. Lily rolled her eyes. Of course she would have remembered him. She had once spied on him in the Prefects bathroom.

Myrtle stopped laughing. "So what do you want?" Lily stopped too.

"Actually I just forgot this was your bathroom." She backed away a bit.

Myrtle put her head down looking very sad. "Of course that's always the case. Either by accident or to get into that chamber. Never to talk to me. No one ever cares about poor Moaning Myrtle" Myrtle started to cry loudly.

Lily started to turn to walk out when she caught something in Myrtle's sentence. She whipped around.

"Wait! What did you say about a chamber?" Myrtle looked back.

"Oh, yes. There has been someone coming in at night and opening the chamber of secrets right over there." She pointed to a sink near Lily. Lily walked to it. The chamber of secrets, it was opened when her parents were at school. But was it being opened again?