The Light of the Dark: Harry Potter x OC

Chapter Twenty Three - Year Two

Soon, the Christmas break came to an end. Everyone returned to Hogwarts and classes started up again. Hermione was still in the Hospital Wing, not allowed to leave until she stopped coughing up furballs. The boys and I had been bringing her the homework that she missed everyday. "If I'd sprouted whiskers, I'd take a break from work." Ron told Hermione as I set the stack of work she had missed on her bedside table.

"Don't be silly, Ron. I've got to keep up." Hermione told him. She had been in a better mood than normal recently since the fur on her face had disappeared and her eyes had gone back to normal. "I don't suppose you've got anymore leads?" Hermione whispered, looking around.

"Nothing." I gloomily said.

"I was so sure it was Malfoy." Ron told her.

"What's that?" Harry asked, pointing towards Hermione's pillow. We all looked and saw the gold sticking out from underneath it.

"Just a get well card." Hermione said, trying to push it back under the pillow. Ron was too quick and grabbed the card, reading it aloud:

"To Miss Granger, wishing you a speedy recovery, from your concerned teacher, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five time winner of  Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award." Ron looked up at Hermione, a disgusted look on his face. "You sleep with this under your pillow?"

After that, Hermione had kicked us all out. We decided just to go back to the Common Room. "Is Lockhart the smarmiest bloke you've ever met, or what?" Ron asked as we walked up the staircases. I scoffed.

"Not to mention, almost all of the girls here fancy him." I said.

"You don't." Harry pointed out.

"I don't think he's anything more than a fraud." I told them. "I asked Victoria about him and she said they had gone to school together, but that she didn't believe what he'd written. It's all a bit mad, honestly." The three of us then stopped. The next landing was covered with water.

"What's this?" Harry asked. The three of us looked at each other before taking off and following the water. We ran through a few hallways before making it to a very familiar one.

"Yuck." Ron said, looking at all of the water.

"Looks like Moaning Myrtle's flooded the bathroom." I said. The three of us then walked down the hallway to her bathroom. As soon as we opened the door, we could hear the flow of the water from the sinks and Myrtle's cries. We all looked up and saw her looking out of the window towards the top of the room.

"Come to throw something else at me?" Myrtle asked when she saw us.

"Why would I throw something at you?" Harry asked her.

"Don't ask me. Here I am, minding my own business, and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me." Myrtle told us.

"But it can't hurt if someone throws something at you." Ron began. Harry and I were tapping him and making faces, trying to get him to stop. "I mean, it'll just go right through you." He continued anyways. Myrtle rushed forward right up in Ron's face.

"Sure! Let's all throw books at Myrtle because she can't feel it." Myrtle shouted. "Ten points if you get it through her stomach!" Myrtle pushed her arm through Ron's middle. "Fifty points if it goes through her head!" She then pushed her arm through Ron's face.

"But, who threw it at you, anyway?" Harry asked.

"I don't know. I didn't see them." She said, her voice getting sweeter as she focused her attention on Harry. "I was just sitting in the U-bend, thinking about death, and it fell through the top of my head." Myrtle then began to cry and turned away from us, going back to her stall. Harry then walked forward towards something on the ground. He picked it up and shook the water off, giving me a better view, and I saw it was a diary of some kind. It looked familiar and I tried racking my brain for where I might've seen it before. Harry opened it and looked through it.