CHAPTER 13 NAUSICAA
Harry left the bar, quite disturbed. On his way home, he fell in love. It was with Moaning Myrtle. Why did it matter that she was dead? Why did it matter that she had no soul?
Moaning Myrtle sang love songs to Harry who fell into an even deeper spell. Harry would never leave Myrtle's side. At least not in this lifetime. That's what he said to his self.
Sometimes life is funny like that where Harry, or someone like him, changes his tastes one day to the next. It is like how some people don't like broccoli, but then later in life, they come to like it. Such was the case with Harry's profound attraction to Moaning Myrtle.
All of this angered Mrs. Norris who appeared as a a rhesus monkey, thus scaring Moaning Myrtle away. Harry asked the monkey what it's name was. The monkey transformed into a cat and said "I am Mrs. Norris, you dunce. I am here to save you."
"Why save me?", asked Harry.
"Because we need to get your elf back from that moron, Weasley."