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Chapter 14

After a few minutes, we all brought Hermione up to the hospital wing inhopes of helping her condition. She sobbed the entire way, but we allmanaged to shield her from the public view - it wasn't exactly easy to explain what happened, not to mention the face that we had to lie about the whole situation.

When everyone returned to the school, people assumed that she had been attacked over the break and several people were trying to visit her in the hospital wing.

After we had visited her just a week later, we ran into something in the corridors. They had been flooded again for some odd reason and the water appeared to be coming from Myrtle's bathroom. We went in there to see what was going on.

"Myrtle!" I called. "What's up with all of this water?"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" she screamed at me. "Oh, it's you three..."

"What's your deal?" Harry asked her.

"Oh, some person thought that it would be funny to through a book at my head and-"

"Wouldn't it just go through?" Ron asked.

Her face twisted up in anger and she flew into into Ron's face.

"LET'S JUST THROW BOOKS IN MYRTLE'S FACE BECAUSE SHE CAN'T FEEL IT, RIGHT?" she screamed at Ron.

Ron's eyes became large and he stepped back a few feet when Myrtle floated away from him. I looked down and saw a book laying in a large puddle of water and went to go pick it up.

"Don't touch that!" Ron said, grabbing my arm.

"Why not?" I asked him.

"It's probably dangerous, why else would someone throw it in a toilet?"

"It's a book," Harry rolled his eyes and picked the book up.

He opened it and it turned out to be completely empty. All it had on it was the name T. M. Riddle printed on the cover of it.

"I know that name!" Ron said. "He won an award for special services to the school fifty years ago!"

Harry raised an eyebrow at him and I did too.

"And you know that how?" I asked him.

"I had to polish off his award a million times when I had detention..." Ron muttered.

We took the book from the bathroom and left the room.

"So, I'm pretty sure we need to prank Lockhart again..." George told me during lunch later that day.

"And why is that?" I asked him as I bit into my apple.

"Well, you see-" George said.

"-we enjoyed seeing Lockhart in total misery during class-" Fred said.

"-you know, before break and all, it was hilarious," George said as he nodded his head.

"So naturally, we must continue this-"

"You were in on it the first time, so you have to help us."

I nodded, trying to understand their weird identical twin logic. It was kind of weird that they finished each other sentences...

"Okay, so what do you have in mind?" I asked.

"We were kind of hoping that you had something-" Fred said as he looked over to his brother.

"You see, we haven't really come up with anything since the candy-changing-your-appearance thing..." George said. "And you're good with magic and everything-"

"Why thank you!" I smiled and took another bite out of my apple.

"So...do you have any ideas?" Fred asked me.

"Hmmm..." I thought. "Well, I know that Lockhart's greatest treasure is himself, so we'll have to start there."

Fred and George nodded and looked up at the teacher's table where Lockhart was talking enthusiastically to Snape, who looked as bored as I do when I'm in History of Magic. When he saw me, he glanced over at Lockhart again and rolled his eyes. I smiled up at him knowingly, and returned back to the conversation I was having.

"We already did something with his appearance though," Fred said.

"Yeah, but that was funny!" I said. "Not to mention the fact that his greatest prize is himself - he loves himself!"

Fred nodded in agreement and decided that we would have to do something else that would effect his appearance because that was the ultimate attack when it came to Lockhart.

"I think I have an idea..." George smiled deviously at me.

Fred, George, and I stood around a table in the common room with our latest creation in front of us. It was an object that not only effected a person's appearance, but also their own personality.

"You're a genius, you know," George smiled at me.

"I didn't come up with this!" I said.

"Yeah, but we couldn't have made it ourselves..." Fred said as he picked up the small candy and smiled at it.

The product that we made was something of our own creation. It looked like an ordinary piece of candy, similar to that of a mint, nothing all that special about it. But, when someone ate it, it made them speak in a very high-pitched voice that wouldn't go away for what we guessed to be a couple days or so, we weren't really sure. We tested it out on ourselves, but we also had the only cure for it.

"This is going to be brilliant..." Fred admired the candy piece.

We left the common room shortly after and made our way towards the Great Hall just before dinner. We planned on adding the candy onto his plate to make sure that he would get it. Fred went up there alone and set it down, making sure that it was in the right spot.

When he sat back down at the Gryffindor table, people began to file in slowly.

"Hey, where have you been?" Neville asked me as he sat down across me. "Harry and Ron were looking for you earlier."

"Oh, I was with Fred and George," I told him.

"What are you three up to?" he asked me with a smile on his face. "Who's the victim now?"

"Oh, you'll see," I smiled at him.

Shortly afterwards, as if on cue, Harry and Ron came into the Great Hall and sat down on my left side, Fred and George on my right. I couldn't help but smile when I saw Lockhart strut into the room.

"Where have you been?" Ron asked me. "We were looking for you."

"She was with us ickle Ronnie-kins," Fred told him.

"Doing what?" Harry asked, looking slightly concerned.

"You'll see in a few minutes," I said as I looked up at the teacher's table.

"I'm worried about you..." Ron said. "Hanging around Fred and George cannot be healthy..."

"Okay, Percy," George said. "Emily can be around whoever she wants."

Ron went red in the face and turned his attention down to his plate.

"Why were you two looking for me?" I asked Harry.

"Oh, we found something out," Harry lowered his voice. "Remember how we said that Riddle owned the book that we found?"

I nodded as he continued.

"Well, the award in the trophy room is dated to be about fifty years ago."

"So?" I asked him, not getting the point.

"The Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty years ago," Ron whispered over to me.

"The book is blank though," I said. "It can't tell us anything about what happened."

"Or can it?" Ron asked.

"We think that Riddle is hiding something in the book," Harry said. "And there must be some way that we can find out what is in it."

I nodded then I felt someone nudge me in the shoulder. I looked over to George who was looking up at the teacher's table.

"Look, he's about to eat it," he told me.

You couldn't really tell if the pill had taken effect at first because of the noise that was in the room, but the look on Lockhart's face when he started talking to Snape suggested that it had worked. His face drained of all color and he began to panic, alerting the whole school of what happened to him.

"What is going on," he squeaked.

Right when he heard his squeaky voice, he covered his mouth with his hands. Several people started laughing, and soon enough, the entire room was laughing as Lockhart continued to talk.

"This isn't funny at all!" he squeaked. "I will find out who did this!"

He ran out of the Great Hall in a flash and the laughing still continued. I even noticed Snape who looked like he was ready to laugh any minute, but was holding it back. Right when he was out of view, I turned over to see Fred and George smiling at their success. We all gave each other high-fives and continued to laugh with the rest of the school.

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