" Oh! Harry? If you die down there, you're welcome share my toilet. "
- Myrtle Elizabeth Warren. ( Moaning Myrtle) .
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" Myrtle! " Y/n called, after entering the abandoned bathroom. The ghost appeared, looking around timidly. " Oh, it's you! "
She stated and Y/n smiled slightly, " Oh! Hello Harry. " She says, batting her eyelashes.
" What do you want? " She snapped suddenly, realising he had guests.
" To ask you how you died. "
" It was dreadful. It happened right here in this very cubicle. I'd hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses. I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in. " Myrtle weeps and Y/n frowned.
" Who was it? "
" I don't know. I was distraught. But they said something funny, a kind of made-up language. And I realized it was a boy speaking, so I unlocked the door to tell him to go away and I died. "
" Just like that? How? " Harry asks, his eye brows furrowed.
" I just remember seeing a pair of great, big, yellow eyes over there by that sink. " She says, pointing at the sink behind them.
Y/n grabbed Harry's arm and led him towards the sink." This is it. " Harry exclaimed, and Ron joined his side, his wand still pointed at Lockhart.
" Say something in Parsletongue." Ron nudges and Harry nodded. Harey hissed again and the sink clicked.
As the sinks start to move and revealed an abyss, Lockhart laughed heartily.
" Ha! Very good, kids. Well, then I'll just be... There's no need for me to stay. " He says, making an attempt to run away. Harry quickly stopped him.
" Yes, there is. " Harry says and Ron pushed Lockhart towards the sink, who yelped slightly.
" You first. " Harry said and Y/n smirked.
" Now boys, what good will it do? " He asks.
" Better you than us. " Ron says and Y/n bit her lip, before he could say anything, Ron poked him with his wand, pushing Lockhart inside.
He screams as he falls down and hits floor with a loud thud. " It's really quite filthy down here. " We heard him say.
" That's nice. Doesn't it seem like your house? " Y/n yelled and heard a grunt. She grinned at Harry, " Let's go. "
" No, you're staying. Actually, go warn Dumbledore and tell him about everything. " Y/n frowned but nodded slightly.
" Oh! Harry? If you die down there, you're welcome share my toilet. " Myrtle says and Y/n coughed, trying to cover her laughter.
