AN: Hey y'all!
Sorry for the wait! Life is just crazy, y'know?
So, some info about this fic:
Myrtle is going to be like a 'damsel in distress' type of character (in a cute way), but she's NOT going to get together with Draco. She's going to encourage Harry to be friends with Draco but then they start falling for each other and yada yada. Lol
It's going to be good and cute - I promise you.
Happy Reading!~
Myrtle woke up in a bed with Madam Pomfrey hovering her with a stern expression on her face.
"Mr. Potter, can you explain why you were unconscious in the abandoned girl's lavatory?"
Myrtle blinked up at her.
"Potter?" Myrtle questioned silently to herself. Her eyes widened as she put a hand to her throat immediately after speaking.
'W-why's my voice different?'
Madam Pomfrey's expression shifted to one of worry.
"Mr. Potter? Are you alright?"
Myrtle raised Harry's hands to her line of view and analyzed them as she turned them around and felt the rough skin as she rubbed his fingers together then outlined a scar that said, 'I must not tell lies'. She knitted her eyebrows in confusion and looked up to Madam Pomfrey, who was watching her intently, and quickly dropped her hands to her lap and blushed in embarrassment.
"Y-yes, I'm alright. Excuse me, do you happen to have a mirror by any chance?"
Pomfrey looked a little unsure at Harry, but complied and levitated a mirror from her desk to float in front of Myrtle. She let out a little squeak as her eyes finally landed on her reflection which was not her reflection. Instead, she saw a boy with messy dark hair, circular glasses, and finally the infamous lightning shaped scar — she is in Harry Potter's body!
Myrtle stared at the reflection as she rose her hand and saw the mirrored do the same. With a confused expression, she waved her hand at the mirror and the mirror still copied her every move.
'Oh Merlin, how did this happen? This is unheard of!'
Myrtle took the mirror and hurriedly shoved it into Pomfrey's hands before raising her legs and hugging them to her chest so she could hide her face into her knees and started trembling.
'I'm a ghost — a spirit! How is this happening? This isn't right! And to be in the body of Harry Potter none the less! I can't do this!'
Pomfrey was about to question Harry when Ron and Hermione came in and immediately dashed over to him/her.
"Harry, are you alright?"
Myrtle looked up at Harry's friends for a moment before turning the other way and staying silent.
Pomfrey, Hermione and Ron exchanged glances at each other before Hermione turned to Pomfrey.
"Do you know what's the matter with him?"
Madam Pomfrey shook her head.
"Not at all. He's physically well, with the exceptions of a few bruises that are no doubt caused by Quidditch, but other than that, he seems to be completely normal."
"Who bought him here?"
Madam Pomfrey widened her eyes as a realization came to her.
"Draco Malfoy did."
At the mention of the name, Myrtle shot up and stared at Pomfrey.
"Where is Dra – Malfoy right now? Do you know?"
The three standing jumped at Harry/Myrtle's sudden question. Pomfrey cleared her throat and responded.
"Um, yes. Everyone is at the Great Hall for dinner—!"
Myrtle didn't hear the rest of what Pomfrey had to say as she hopped of her bed and dashed out of the infirmary.
When she got to the Great Hall, she stood at the entrance determined but then suddenly feeling shy when people looked her way.
'Probably because I'm Harry bloody Potter. I'm so used to not getting any attention.'
She tried to ignore the curious students as she scanned the Slytherin table looking for a blonde among the masses of browns and black.
'Thank Merlin he's blonde.'
She couldn't find him so she sighed and was about to try to search the bathroom, but then she bumped into someone and fell back. She glanced up and bit her lip from preventing herself from smiling.
It was Draco.
She stood up and the Great Hall went silent waiting for something to happen.
"Well, I guess fainting caused a bit of brain damage. Don't you know you're on the Slytherin side of the hall?" Malfoy smirked as he waltzed over to Myrtle/Harry and leaned forward so they were face-to-face.
Ron and Hermione entered the hall and watched to see if it would get out of hand. Myrtle stayed silent.
"Aww, what's wrong? Did the snake bite your tongue?"
Some Slytherins snickered at that remark but Myrtle was not amused.
Draco was getting annoyed at the lack of reaction.
"Potter, if you aren't going to say anything, get of my way—."
"I thought…" Myrtle started quietly as she kept her head down. "I thought you wanted to be friends with Harry. If that's so, why are you treating him like this? You said he wouldn't like you because you're a Slytherin, but you are being so mean."
Draco scrunched his forehead in confusion and Myrtle looked up with unshed tears.
"Dray… I thought you were better than this."
Draco stumbled back as if he'd been shocked and Myrtle took that opportunity to take a few steps back before completely turning to leave the Great Hall.
After a few moments of hesitation, Draco followed Harry/Myrtle out of the hall and chased after him/her.
They came to a halt at the abandoned girl's bathroom and Draco was even more confused.
Draco was about to question him, but then heard a pair of feet heading their way and quickly closed the door and placed a locking and a silencing charm on it before walking towards Harry/Myrtle and pointing his wand at him/her.
"How do you know about those things, and what possessed you to call me 'Dray'? There's only one person who calls me that, and it certainly isn't you—!"
Draco was interrupted when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around his back and pulled him into an embrace. He stood there in shock for a moment before responding, "P-Potter! What's gotten into you?"
Myrtle looked up at Draco and said, "I'm not Harry Potter."
Draco eyes widened then narrowed in suspicion.
"How do I know you're telling the truth?"
Myrtle sighed and stepped back so she could look at him better.
"Hmm let's see. I call you Dray, I know you would come to this very bathroom a few times a week to speak to me, and recently, you were complaining about Crabbie and Goyle and how stupid they were. Now… who am I? Hmm?"
Draco dropped his wand and pulled Harry/Myrtle back by the shoulders so she was no longer embracing him.
"Tell me. If you are who I think you are, tell me what I'm most afraid of."
Myrtle smiled sadly at him.
"You're afraid of your Father and how he wants you to support He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named when/if he arises again."
Draco choked on his breath as he went to hug Myrtle and Myrtle was happy at finally having Draco believe her.
"M-Myrtle? You're inside Potter? How did this happen? What did you do—?"
Myrtle raised her arms and waved them around trying to calm Draco down.
"Ah, ah don't blame me! Harry just started glowing, and next thing I knew, I was being sucked into his body!"
Draco scoffed.
"That kind of thing doesn't just happen! Something must've triggered it… Hold on… when did this happen?"
Myrtle bit her/Harry's lip and glanced away.
"Right after you left the bathroom… when we last talked. He hid in an invisibility cloak which is…" Myrtle mumbled as she strolled over to where she saw Harry and saw the cloak tucked underneath the sink and retrieved it. "Right here."
Draco walked over to Myrtle and caressed the cloak for a moment before turning away with his cheeks bright red.
'Damn Potter for overhearing that particular conversation, and of course he has an invisibility cloak! Bloody hell…'
"He… so he heard everything… how mortifying. Anyway, we've been in here for far too long – people are going to get suspicious. We need a plan, but for now, you have to pose as Harry."
Myrtle widened her eyes.
"What! B-But, I don't know his friends or anyone for that matter! Well, I've seen them a few times when they were in here looking for the Chamber – ANYWAY, I can't pose as the 'Boy-Who-Lived' for Merlin's sake! I don't know what he's learning in class, I don't know anything about Quidditch, I don't –!"
Draco clamped her mouth shut with his hand.
"Myrtle, I just thought of an idea, but you're going have to trust me and go along with it. I need to let the Weasel and Mud-Granger in before they call any professor's okay?"
Myrtle eyed the hand over her mouth wearily before looking back at Draco and nodding.
Draco sighed and grabbed his wand to release the charms on the door before moving behind Myrtle and restraining her from the back and putting his wand to her neck.
"Trust me." Draco whispered harshly.
Myrtle made an unsure noise as Hermione and Ron rushed in and held their wands out.
"Let him go Malfoy!"
Draco chuckled darkly before tapping Myrtle's neck with his wand and mumbled into her ear, "Silencio."
Myrtle was then shoved into Hermione's arms and saw Malfoy stomp out of the restroom from the corner of her eye.
"Bloody git." Ron mumbled as he and Hermione approached her.
"Hey mate, are you okay? What happened with Malfoy?"
Myrtle looked nervously at the two before trying to speak and failed.
'Sneaky Slytherin. Now I don't have to speak. Good riddance.'
AN: Heh, Myrtle is adorable...
Hope you all enjoyed!
Have a nice day!~