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Lust for Blood
Moaning Myrtle
Broad daylight… in the girl’s bathroom…
Good place to be brewing a Polyjuice Potion huh?
Well it is since nobody comes in here… Hermione told me why? And I found out myself also when I accidently stumbled in here once a few weeks back…
“Again? You mean the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?” Hermione asked Harry, he had been telling us about what he heard that night after I left him at the hospital,
“Of course. Don’t you see? Lucius Malfoy must have opened it when he was at school here. Now he’s taught Draco how to do it.” Ronald explained,
“Maybe. We’ll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure.” Hermione explained while she put some more ingredients in.
“Enlighten me. Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight in the middle of the girls’ lavatory? Don’t you think we’ll get caught?” Ronald asked, I laughed,
“Nobody ever comes in here,” I smirked and spun around the sinks in the middle of the room.
“Why?” Ronald asked, I peered around the sink and smirked,
“Moaning Myrtle.” I replied,
“Who?” Ronald looked at me confused as I spun around again showing myself completely to the group, I could see Myrtle behind him,
“Moaning Myrtle,” I nodded towards him.
“Who’s Moaning Myrtle?” Ronald asked,
“I’m Moaning Myrtle!” Myrtle yelled in his face, her pigtails swaying slightly, she flew up to the top of the sinks, “I wouldn’t expect you to know me. Who would ever talk about ugly, miserable moping Moaning Myrtle?” Myrtle then screamed and flew past us and into her usual toilet,
“She’s a little sensitive,” Hermione spoke.
Later on we were in the Great Hall but there was a huge walkway with a blue matt across it showing the cycle of a new moon, the moon was golden.
“Gather round! Gather round. Can everybody see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent.” Lockhart walked up wearing a weird half robe across his shoulder, my right eyebrow raised as I watched him walk up. “In light of the dark events of recent weeks Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this Dueling Club to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions. For full details, see my published works.” Lockhart explained then pulled his cloak off and thrown it into the crowd, several girls went to fight over it but one of them got it in the end.
This man did not impress me.
“Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape.” Lockhart introduced, we all looked down the stretch, and we all saw Snape walk like a deathly shadow up the stairs to the top. “He has sportingly agreed to help with a short demonstration. I don’t want any of you youngsters to worry. You’ll still have your Potions master when I’m through with him. Never fear.” Lockhart smirked as they met in the middle.
Both wands placed vertically in front of their noses, they returned them to their side moments later. A small bow, then they both turned and taken 5 steps each, after that they turned to face each other with wands ready,
“One… Two… Three!” Lockhart spoke
“Expelliarmus!” Snape was first to cast sending Lockhart flying.
The place was in an uproar of laughter as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher could not defend himself,
“Do you think he’s all right?” Hermione asked,
“Who cares?” Ronald replied with a smirk, Hermione glared at him for a second then brushed it off as Lockhart stood up.
“An excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape but if you don’t mind me saying, it was pretty obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you, it would have been only too easy.” Lockhart stormed over to Snape with a smirk,
“Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students to block unfriendly spells, professor.” Snape explained, a quick smile appeared then disappeared from his thin lips.
“An excellent suggestion, Professor Snape. Let’s have a volunteer pair. Potter, Weasley, how about you?” Lockhart looked at Harry and Ronald,
“Weasley’s wand causes devastation with the simplest spells. We’ll be sending Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox. Might I suggest someone from my own house? Malfoy, perhaps?” Snape explained as Harry made his way up. Snape turned on his heel pointed at Draco then sharply behind him ordering Draco to get on the stage.
This was going to be interesting I smirked to myself.
They both met in the middle.
“Wands at the ready!” Lockhart called.
“Scared, Potter?” Draco smirked,
“You wish.” Harry replied.
I smirked with a slight grin approaching as they turned on their heels and aimed at each other after the 5th step.
“On the count of three cast your charms to disarm your opponent. Only to disarm. We don’t want any accidents here. One. Two.” Lockhart started,
“Everte Statum!” Draco was quick off the mark as Harry was sent backwards. Harry was quickly back on his feet though,
“Rictusempra!” Harry called and Draco was sent back with a high flying twist as he landed on his arse next to Snape, I couldn’t help but laugh at that as Snape forced Draco to his feet.
“I said disarm only!” Lockhart yelled,
“Serpensortia!” Draco yelled and a snake appeared on the stage, it slowly crawled towards Harry, Harry stood still,
“Don’t move, Potter. I’ll get rid of it for you.” Snape walked forward,
“Allow me, Professor Snape. Alarte Ascendare!” Lockhart casted a spell towards the snake, it flew into the air and landed back on the stage alive…
Good Job Lockhart…
Next thing we knew Harry was talking a different language… Parselmouth.
“Vipera Evanesca.” Snape burnt the snake to nothing.
“What are you playing at?” Justin spoke.
We followed Harry to our common room in a hurry after the duel.
“You’re a Parselmouth? Why didn’t you tell us?” Ronald asked,
“I’m a what?” Harry looked at us,
“You can talk to snakes.” I answered,
“I know. I accidentally set a python on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once. Once. But so what? I bet loads of people here can do it.” Harry spoke sounding hopeful,
“No, they can’t. It’s not a very common gift, Harry. This is bad.” Hermione explained,
“What’s bad? If I hadn’t told that snake not to attack Justin--” Harry started,
“That’s what you said to it.” Ronald interrupted,
“You were there. You heard me.” Harry sounded confused,
“I heard you speaking Parseltongue. Snake language.” Ronald replied,
“I spoke a different language? But I didn’t realize—How can I speak a language without knowing I can?” Harry asked,
“I have no clue, but it did sound like you were egging the snake on at Justin. Listen, there’s a reason the house of Slytherin is a snake, Salazar was a Parselmouth. He could talk to snakes too, my mother told me.” I explained,
“Exactly. Now the whole school’s gonna think you’re his great-great-great grandson.” Ronald spoke,
“But I’m not. I can’t be.” Harry looked between us,
“He lived a thousand years ago. For all we know, you could be.”
Good place to be brewing a Polyjuice Potion huh?
Well it is since nobody comes in here… Hermione told me why? And I found out myself also when I accidently stumbled in here once a few weeks back…
“Again? You mean the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?” Hermione asked Harry, he had been telling us about what he heard that night after I left him at the hospital,
“Of course. Don’t you see? Lucius Malfoy must have opened it when he was at school here. Now he’s taught Draco how to do it.” Ronald explained,
“Maybe. We’ll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure.” Hermione explained while she put some more ingredients in.
“Enlighten me. Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight in the middle of the girls’ lavatory? Don’t you think we’ll get caught?” Ronald asked, I laughed,
“Nobody ever comes in here,” I smirked and spun around the sinks in the middle of the room.
“Why?” Ronald asked, I peered around the sink and smirked,
“Moaning Myrtle.” I replied,
“Who?” Ronald looked at me confused as I spun around again showing myself completely to the group, I could see Myrtle behind him,
“Moaning Myrtle,” I nodded towards him.
“Who’s Moaning Myrtle?” Ronald asked,
“I’m Moaning Myrtle!” Myrtle yelled in his face, her pigtails swaying slightly, she flew up to the top of the sinks, “I wouldn’t expect you to know me. Who would ever talk about ugly, miserable moping Moaning Myrtle?” Myrtle then screamed and flew past us and into her usual toilet,
“She’s a little sensitive,” Hermione spoke.
Later on we were in the Great Hall but there was a huge walkway with a blue matt across it showing the cycle of a new moon, the moon was golden.
“Gather round! Gather round. Can everybody see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent.” Lockhart walked up wearing a weird half robe across his shoulder, my right eyebrow raised as I watched him walk up. “In light of the dark events of recent weeks Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this Dueling Club to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions. For full details, see my published works.” Lockhart explained then pulled his cloak off and thrown it into the crowd, several girls went to fight over it but one of them got it in the end.
This man did not impress me.
“Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape.” Lockhart introduced, we all looked down the stretch, and we all saw Snape walk like a deathly shadow up the stairs to the top. “He has sportingly agreed to help with a short demonstration. I don’t want any of you youngsters to worry. You’ll still have your Potions master when I’m through with him. Never fear.” Lockhart smirked as they met in the middle.
Both wands placed vertically in front of their noses, they returned them to their side moments later. A small bow, then they both turned and taken 5 steps each, after that they turned to face each other with wands ready,
“One… Two… Three!” Lockhart spoke
“Expelliarmus!” Snape was first to cast sending Lockhart flying.
The place was in an uproar of laughter as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher could not defend himself,
“Do you think he’s all right?” Hermione asked,
“Who cares?” Ronald replied with a smirk, Hermione glared at him for a second then brushed it off as Lockhart stood up.
“An excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape but if you don’t mind me saying, it was pretty obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you, it would have been only too easy.” Lockhart stormed over to Snape with a smirk,
“Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students to block unfriendly spells, professor.” Snape explained, a quick smile appeared then disappeared from his thin lips.
“An excellent suggestion, Professor Snape. Let’s have a volunteer pair. Potter, Weasley, how about you?” Lockhart looked at Harry and Ronald,
“Weasley’s wand causes devastation with the simplest spells. We’ll be sending Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox. Might I suggest someone from my own house? Malfoy, perhaps?” Snape explained as Harry made his way up. Snape turned on his heel pointed at Draco then sharply behind him ordering Draco to get on the stage.
This was going to be interesting I smirked to myself.
They both met in the middle.
“Wands at the ready!” Lockhart called.
“Scared, Potter?” Draco smirked,
“You wish.” Harry replied.
I smirked with a slight grin approaching as they turned on their heels and aimed at each other after the 5th step.
“On the count of three cast your charms to disarm your opponent. Only to disarm. We don’t want any accidents here. One. Two.” Lockhart started,
“Everte Statum!” Draco was quick off the mark as Harry was sent backwards. Harry was quickly back on his feet though,
“Rictusempra!” Harry called and Draco was sent back with a high flying twist as he landed on his arse next to Snape, I couldn’t help but laugh at that as Snape forced Draco to his feet.
“I said disarm only!” Lockhart yelled,
“Serpensortia!” Draco yelled and a snake appeared on the stage, it slowly crawled towards Harry, Harry stood still,
“Don’t move, Potter. I’ll get rid of it for you.” Snape walked forward,
“Allow me, Professor Snape. Alarte Ascendare!” Lockhart casted a spell towards the snake, it flew into the air and landed back on the stage alive…
Good Job Lockhart…
Next thing we knew Harry was talking a different language… Parselmouth.
“Vipera Evanesca.” Snape burnt the snake to nothing.
“What are you playing at?” Justin spoke.
We followed Harry to our common room in a hurry after the duel.
“You’re a Parselmouth? Why didn’t you tell us?” Ronald asked,
“I’m a what?” Harry looked at us,
“You can talk to snakes.” I answered,
“I know. I accidentally set a python on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once. Once. But so what? I bet loads of people here can do it.” Harry spoke sounding hopeful,
“No, they can’t. It’s not a very common gift, Harry. This is bad.” Hermione explained,
“What’s bad? If I hadn’t told that snake not to attack Justin--” Harry started,
“That’s what you said to it.” Ronald interrupted,
“You were there. You heard me.” Harry sounded confused,
“I heard you speaking Parseltongue. Snake language.” Ronald replied,
“I spoke a different language? But I didn’t realize—How can I speak a language without knowing I can?” Harry asked,
“I have no clue, but it did sound like you were egging the snake on at Justin. Listen, there’s a reason the house of Slytherin is a snake, Salazar was a Parselmouth. He could talk to snakes too, my mother told me.” I explained,
“Exactly. Now the whole school’s gonna think you’re his great-great-great grandson.” Ronald spoke,
“But I’m not. I can’t be.” Harry looked between us,
“He lived a thousand years ago. For all we know, you could be.”