THIRD POV
Harry is in the prefect's bathroom taking off his clothes. He gets in the bath. He puts his Golden egg on the side. It was two days before the next task.
"I must be out of my mind," Harry says to himself. He opens the egg and the same screech came out.
"Try putting it in water," Myrtle says.
"Myrtle!" Harry says startled.
"Long time no see," The ghostly figure of little myrtle flies around. "I was circling a blocked drain the other say and I swear i could see a bit of poly juice potion. Not being a bad boy again are you, Harry?" She says.
"Poly Juice potion! Kicked the habit. Myrtle did you say try putting it in the water?" Harry asked. Myrtle talks to Harry explaining how she knew. Harry goes underwater with the egg and opens it. The egg does not contain such a horrendous noise anymore. Instead, it sings a song.
'come seek us where our voices sound. We cannot sing above the ground. An hour-long you'll have to look, to recover what we took.' It sang.
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Tears (Sirius Black's Daughter) Book 1
FanfictionClara Black is a thirteen-year-old teenager who enjoys bubble baths and reading. She is generous, brave and creative, but can also be very cunning and a bit moody. She lives with her Godfather Remus Lupin. She, for the past 2 years has been taught...
