Lust for Blood

“Hermione… come out…” I knocked the toilet door, slowly, the door opened and I saw a furry tail appear in my face, two ears were sticking out of Hermione’s head as she looked at me,
“We didn’t get Millicent’s hairs… we got her cats…” Hermione looked at me, her eyes yellow like a cat with a black slit for the pupil. She had fur on her face and a little cat nose,
“I’ll go get Madam Pomfrey… we can say it was an experiment failure…” I suggested, Hermione bowed her head down and then nodded slowly, I put my hand on her shoulder… Hermione hated to do things wrong, “I’ll say I made the potion… and you wanted to test it…” I suggested, Hermione smiled at me,
“Thank you,” she nodded and I left to the hospital wing.

When I got there I pulled Madam Pomfrey to the girls toilets and we saw Harry and Ronald there also.

“Hermione… Madam Pomfrey is here now,” I called, Hermione stepped out of the cubicle and she was taken away immediately, Madam Pomfrey looked back at me with a stern face,
“Thank you for letting me know Miera… I know you want to try your best with all that’s going on with your family at the moment but I suggest you don’t try something like this again for a long time,” Pomfrey spoke and taken Hermione away.

Harry and Ronald looked at me confused,
“I thought it was Hermione who made the potion?” Ronald spoke,
“It was, I just covered up for her because I knew it hurt her that she messed up on something,” I explained with a small smile, “Plus it covered up the real story,” I added as I noticed the boys were back in their own uniforms.

Later that night we spoke to Madam Pomfrey to see how Hermione was, there were a few fur balls on the side.

Harry, Ronald and myself started to head back to the common room,
“Have you spoken to Hermione?” Ronald asked,
“She should be out of hospital in a few days... when she stops coughing up fur balls.” Harry joked, I smirked and then stopped when I saw water on the floor as we reached the top step,
“Mei?” Harry stepped up and looked at the floor.
“I think Moaning Myrtle flooded the bathroom,” I looked back at Harry and Ronald.

We ran to the girl’s toilets and we saw the sinks were on water gushing out of the tap covering the floor by a few millimeters of water. I walked around the corner and saw Moaning Myrtle,
“Myrtle,” I called,
“Come to throw something else at me?” Myrtle asked, while she sat on the ledge of the windowsill.
“Why would I throw something at you?” Harry asked,
“Don’t as me. Here I am, minding my own business and someone thinks it’s funny to throw a book at me.” Myrtle explained and floated off the windowsill looking down to the ground,
“But it can’t hurt if someone throws something at you. I mean, it’ll just go right through you.” Ronald explained, Myrtle flew swiftly in front of Ronald with a fierce glare,
“Sure! Let’s all throw books at Myrtle because she can’t feel it. Then points if you get it through her stomach!” Myrtle put her arm through Ronald’s chest, “Fifty points if it goes through her head!” Myrtle screamed and punched her arm through Ronald’s head she glared at Ronald intensely.
“But who threw it at you, anyway?” Harry asked,
“I don’t know. I didn’t see them. I was just sitting in the U-bend, thinking about death and it fell through the top of my head.” Myrtle explained then turned around and flew off moaning and screaming.

We looked down and saw a black book on the floor, I could feel something dark from it, I didn’t like it. Harry picked the book up and taken it back to the common room with us.