i am really really really sorry that i didn't update quickly. i had to write an article about harry potter, trying to convince my harry potter hating teacher that it wasn't phoney. Anyway as usual i do not own any of the characters/settings except gisele and gina and Bagshire…I think :P
Chapter 3: Skeletons in the Closet
"Blackburn, Blackburn…" muttered Hermione as she flicked through another book.
"What makes you think that the name will be in the book?" Ron curiously asked. Annoyed, she turned towards him.
"Do you ever pay attention during History of Magic?" she asked exasperatedly. Ron just shrugged. "You know how there many noble families during the 1600s, the Great Revolution of Bagshire? The Blackburns were a prominent family during that time. Still are, I think. I'm trying to see if this Gisele girl is related to that family," she finished.
"But why keep her obituary in Voldemort's diary?" questioned Harry.
"Maybe she's some girl he killed, like the hundreds of other people he's killed and she was a bit more 'special' than the others?" Ron offered.
"I think I've got something," Hermione interrupted. The other two eagerly looked over her shoulder. "A family tree of the Blackburn family. And there," she pointed, "is Gisele Blackburn, born 1927," she finished proudly. Ron gaped at her.
"Man, you are good," he grinned. But another name had caught Harry's eye.
"Look here, Gina Lockwood is Lira Blackburn's sister. And Gina has a daughter…Myrtle Lockwood, born in 1926. That's almost the same as - "
"Oh no, it couldn't be," said Ron slowly.
"We have to find Moaning Myrtle!" yelled Hermione.
"Myrtle? MYRTLE?" yelled out Ron as they burst into the girls' bathroom. She appeared sullenly out of a cubicle.
"Harry Potter," she stated blankly.
"Now listen here, Myrtle," started Hermione, "we don't need any of this pathetic flirting. Harry's not gonna join you in the loo so just forget about it and help us."
She had a stricken expression on her face.
"What do you need to know," she asked tiredly.
"About your cousin, Gisele Blackburn," replied Harry. Myrtle let out a strangled cry.
"My cousin? You came here to ask about my cousin?" she yelled. "Ohh let's not worry about Myrtle or how she's doing. Oh no, let's ask about Gisele, darling little Gisele. Because Gisele's the most important person ever isn't she? Gisele this, Gisele that…well she's dead. Ok?"
Harry, Ron and Hermione just stared, open-mouth. Myrtle continued ranting.
"Oh how is Gisele, is she alright? What happened to Gisele? Gisele you're looking lovely today, Gisele, let me open the door for you, Gisele let me take your coat, Gisele let me wipe your arse," she mimicked.
"Someone's got issues," muttered Ron.
"Why? What do you want to know about her?" demanded Myrtle.
"Um, how did she die?" Harry asked, tentatively, not wanting another outburst.
"Hmph, well if you must know, she was killed," replied Myrtle emotionless.
"By who?" probed Hermione.
"Haha you'll never believe this – her own family!" Myrtle gleefully informed.
"Wait, what?" asked a very confused Ron. "Her own family murdered her?"
"No, not exactly like that, but they did sentence her to death," she sighed.
"What did she do?" asked Hermione.
"Don't look at me," replied Myrtle, "I was at Hogwarts at the time, busy being killed by the Basilisk, but did anyone care for me? NO, because Gisele was more important. If you really want more info, go ask my mother. Even though she's really old, she knows literally everything about this whole scandal thing."
"Uh, ok thanks for everything," Ron said, uncertainly. But Myrtle wasn't listening. She just glided to her cubicle, muttering about Gisele.
"Gina Lockwood, eh?" Harry asked as they left the bathroom.
"Crap. How are we gonna find her? Asking Myrtle for answers is like talking to a brick wall," Hermione commented. Harry fished the obituary out of his pocket.
"Here, this was from some local Muggle paper…in Little Hangleton," Harry slowly looked up. "That's where Voldemort grew up when he was young."
"Are your SURE you know what you're doing?" Ron asked Hermione for literally the thousandth time.
"YES, for goodness sake Ronald Weasley," Hermione exasperatedly answered for the thousandth time. She fingered the Time Turner which was hanging around her neck. It was the first time in 4 years she had to use it again.
Pointing at the Time Turner with her wand, she recited, "Tempus Magnificato." At once the Time Turner began spinning rapidly until a pulsing green light emanated from its centre. Harry, Ron and Hermione grasped each others hands and whoosh, they disappeared into nothingness.
Well that's the third chapter up, hope you guys enjoyed it. You know what to do, hit that review button and give me a piece of your mind :P
Til next time
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