"Pimply, four-eyed, Moaning Myrtle," Hermione did not crash into Moaning Myrtle's next memory without being inflicted with the slightest amount of pain caused by the action. The chorus of giggles that could be heard nearby, did not help her pride in the least either.

She had fallen against one of the lockers in the hallway and scraped her cheek but soon Hermione found out that the giggles were not centered on her. Hermione reached up and touched her sore cheek gingerly before she realized that she was standing in the hallway at Hogwarts; and only a few feet away from Hermione stood a small group of girls. When she looked more closely, Hermione frowned when she saw that the girls were cornering and bullying some poor student.

"Go away, Olive!" Moaning Myrtle's chin quivered as tears threatened to spill over when she turned to face the bully in front of her, all on her own.

In Hermione's opinion, the fact that there were three girls to Moaning Myrtle's one, made the situation seem even more barbaric. She wanted to step forward and help but she knew they wouldn't be able to see, or hear her. Hermione tried anyway and said, "Get away from her! Stop!" But the objections went unnoticed.

For all hopes of appearances, Hermione could have been a fly on the wall for all the good it did. This was perhaps one side effect of the memory vial that did not please Hermione in the least. So she stood by and watched as Moaning Myrtle faced down her biggest nemesis; Olive Hornby. The girl was popular with the student's at Hogwarts unlike Myrtle, and she was also quite talented when it came to manipulating poor Myrtle.

Hermione saw that Olive thrived on her talent and found pleasure in hurting Myrtle verbally and more often than not, she bullied her until she ran off and cried.

Olive faced Myrtle and said tauntingly, "You're ugly with those big clunky glasses and you're probably blind without them too!" She turned to the two giggling girls beside her and said, "Hey girls, should we find out if Moaning Myrtle can see without her horrible glasses?"

The girls beside the bully cheered and chorused in a sing-song voice, "Pimply, four-eyed, Moaning Myrtle." While they chanted, Olive reached over and quickly shoved Myrtle, knocking her down against the lockers. Then, before she could come to a standing position, Olive snatched her glasses from Myrtle's face and taunted her with them. Waving the glasses in the air, Olive grinned and gloated while the girls continued to call Myrtle names.

Myrtle made a valiant jump for her glasses that fell short of its target, when Hermione heard someone say from directly behind them. "Hey Olive, leave her alone why don't you?"

Olive turned to see who Myrtle's defender was and said, "Charlus Potter, this isn't any of your concern."

Hermione was surprised to see a younger version of Harry striding purposefully toward the girls. He was alone, and looked as if he'd been on his way to class when he saw all of the commotion in the hallway and decided to intervene.

Good, thought Hermione, at least someone was taking an interest in Myrtle's life. The fact that it was Harry's grandfather was a bit of a shock for Hermione, though she stored away this small piece of information, nonetheless.

"It might not be any of my business, "said Harry's grandfather as he looked over Olive's shoulder and further down the hall when he added. "But it might be Professor Dumbledore's."

Hermione glanced behind her to see that the Professor was standing with his back turned to the students but he was in the hallway and within hearing distance; as if he had sensed their gazes he turned his attention to the students. Harry's grandfather waved at him and he nodded back in pure Dumbledore fashion. His eyes moved from Harry's grandfather to Olive and her two cronies, and then his eyes narrowed before he turned his back on the students in order to talk to another teacher.

Hermione saw a relative of Professor Sprout's appear at Professor Dumbledore's side. Hermione thought she might be a relative of the teacher's because she looked a lot like Professor Sprout. She held a pouting baby Mandrake in her hands. The Mandrake gave a nasty sounding groan that had all of the students in the hallway covering their ears. Then she heard Dumbledore exclaim loudly, "Take care of it professor. I do not know what to do with such a—creature, but I can send someone over to help you with the poor thing. Sick is he? Let's see about that."

Dumbledore went to soothe the wailing creature when all of a sudden, the Mandrake's eyes bulged out of their sockets and the creature spewed a green and yellow gooey substance from its mouth. The vomit shot out and hit Dumbledore right in the face and he cried out with surprise.

Hermione winced at the unfortunate scene taking place and turned away from the Professor's when she heard a commotion behind her.

Olive and her two friends were snickering at Professor Dumbledore's dilemma. They continued to watch with spreading smiles on their faces as Professor Dumbledore, the Herbology Professor, and the squalling baby Mandrake departed from the room.

Then Olive faced Myrtle and glared with an evil smile at her as she said, "Alright have it your way, here are your glasses." She started to hand them over to Moaning Myrtle but exactly two seconds before Myrtle's fingers could connect with them the glasses slid from Olive's fingers and fell to the floor with a resounding crack.

Olive's smile was one of pure pleasure, and even though she knew they couldn't hear her Hermione said angrily, "You vindictive creature, how could you?" She wished they could see her so she could land a solid punch straight into Olive's smug face.

Myrtle wailed and mourned over her valuable possession while Olive and her two friends laughed as they walked away.

Harry's grandfather picked up the pearl rimmed glasses which had been permanently scratched from Olive's intentional gesture. Charlus handed Myrtle her glasses and said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I don't know the spell used for repairing your spectacles or I would fix them, but here you go."

Hermione sighed with a grudging familiarity and said out loud to Charlus, "The spell is Oculus Reparo; you and your grandson are a lot alike, you know."

Myrtle took the glasses from Charlus and barely squeaked out a small, "thank you." Before she took a mad dash in the opposite direction and sobbed loudly as she ran away.