You Look So Much Like Your Father (A Harry Potter Fanfic)

A Very Slimy Christmas

It was the beginning of November in Charms class, Flitwick was holding a parchment getting ready to speak.

"May I have your attention please, I hold in my hand a list of all the newest members of the Hogwarts Frog Choir, it will be placed outside of the classroom for all to see. Congratulations to those who made it, for those who didn't...better luck next year. Now have a wonderful rest of the day and class dismissed."

I walked as quickly as I could to see the list of students, for some reason, Draco, who was in the class as well, followed me. I saw my name right in the middle, right when I gasped, Draco pulled me into a hug.

"You did it cousin!"

I celebrated by eating a plate full of dinner, tuna casserole, it was very creamy. But my little celebration didn't last long, because on my way to the common room, I ran to the girls bathroom, I was near the one Myrtle haunts. As soon as I sat on the toilet, what came out felt like Pansy Parkinson stuck her wand up my butt and whispered Incendio.

"Who's in there?" Myrtle asked.

She flew to the very top of the stall, seeing me taking an abnormally loose dump.

"Christina Riddle...it's you...are you alright?"

"My bum feels like a bottle of Tabasco."

She giggled her high pitched giggle.

"What was for dinner?"

"I had some tuna casserole but I'm not sure if it's why I'm in here."

"Food poisoning is rare here, the house elves cook very well."

"Well it doesn't matter, I'll feel better tomorrow."

Then, another student ran in the stall next to me, she started pooping like I was.

"Dinner got you too huh?" I asked.

"I guess so," she said.

It sounded like Susan Bones, a Hufflepuff in my year.

"Bones is that you?"

"Riddle!?"

"Yes its me."

She started squirming a little.

"I'm sorry, I'll go find a different stall."

"No you're fine where you are, we're suffering from the same thing anyway."

"I know, other students who ate that tuna casserole is too."

"I'm assuming you wanted to leave because of my father."

She was silent. I was finished, I wiped, stood up, flushed, and walked out of the stall. I heard her flush as well.

"It is, isn't it?"

I started washing my hands, when I was about to rinse the soap off, I heard her retch.

"Susan?"

I turned the water off, flicked my hands dry and walked to the stall door.

"Susan...are you vomiting?"

"Yeah, I felt si-"

More vomit came out of her.

"May I come in?"

"Why?"

"To comfort you."

"...sure..."

"Alohamora."

The door unlocked. She was hunched over the toilet with her long red hair dangling. I held her hair back as she dry heaved once or twice.