Odd Weasley

Chapter Nine

I hear a cry and run to the girls' bathroom. The entire place is flooded and Myrtle is crying. The trio join me.

"What's wrong, Myrtle?" I kindly ask.

"Some throw a book at me," she cries.

"Who?" Harry asks.

"I don't know. I was just sitting here, thinking about death. And someone throw a book at me."

"But you're dead," Ron protests. "It'll go right through you."

Myrtle flies over, angry.

"Let's throw books at Myrtle," she snaps. "She won't feel a thing. Ten points if you get it through stomach. Fifty points if you get it through her head."

Myrtle would stick her arm through the body part she said. And Ron was her unwilling victim.

As she floats away, I slap the back of his head. Harry picks up a black journal and I take it out of his hands. It gives a slight burn on my hands.

"Why does this look so familiar?" I ask out loud. I hand it back to Harry and leave. I think I figured something out. I head straight to the library. I go to the librarian.

"How may I help you?" She asks.

"Do you have anything on the Siren's Gift?"

She leads me to the back and pull out a big book. I thank her and start flipping through the pages. Hermione comes over.

"I don't know how we didn't think of this," I tell her. "If there is a book on the Siren's Gift, then... found it."

I show Hermione the page.

"A baskalist?" She asks. "It does make sense. Just let me do some more research to confirm. Also, how?"

I shrug my shoulders and pick up the book.

"Study your gift," she states. "It will help. And whatever you do, don't tell the boys."

I nod my head and check out the book. It's about time I have to go back to the common room. When I arrive, no one is there.

I sit on the black, leather couch and start reading. I learn why Trelawney didn't teach me on saving. I can die. So I better choose wisely.

"What are reading, Weasel," I hear. I look at Parkinson.

"How to make you my slave," I respond.

"Whatever freak."

She leaves me alone. I quickly write down the Song of Life and fold it up. I put it in my pocket. I may have to use it one day. But let's hope not.