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Chapter 12: Finding Hermione
Johnny threw together a potion. He had no idea what he was doing or what was going to happen. Ron and Harry stood back, as they watched him curiously in the second floor girls bathroom.
"Do you know what your doing?" Ron asked.
"No." Johnny said.
"Bloody Hell. You could kill us." Ron said.
"Then back up." Johnny said. "Why exactly are we in the girls room?"
"It's haunted." Harry said.
"Haunted?" Johnny asked.
"By me." Moaning Myrtle said. "Hello Harry."
"Who are you exactly?"
"Myrtle. I died in this bathroom."
"O—K. That's just a little creepy." Johnny Said.
"Is the potion ready yet?" Harry asked uncomfortably.
"Almost. All I have to do is drink this and touch my sister." Johnny dipped a cup in the bubbling potion. He looked at it and made a disgusted noise. He downed it as if it were a shot. "It takes like ass."
Harry, Ron, and Myrtle stifled a laugh.
Suddenly, the room began to spin. Johnny felt his stomach lurch and he fell to his knees. He spouted a tail and four legs. He was a dog. Literally.
A/N: I need help. What kind of dog should Johnny be?