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Book 2: Chapter 26

It was about an hour after the boys left which is when the potion would stop working. Cathy and I were our selves again, but Hermione wasn't. Hermione looked absolutely miserable, and Myrtle wasn't helping. "Hermione! Rose! Cath! Come out we've got loads to tell you!" Harry and Ron yelled, running into the bathroom.

"Go away!" Hermione yelled.

"Hermione?" I heard Ron asked. Sighing, I opened the stall door.

"You know how Hermione said that the potion was only meant for human transformations?" I questioned, wringing my hands nervously. They both nodded, looking confused. "Well, um, it wasn't a human hair Hermione got..." I trailed off.

"Look at my face." Mione whimpered, turning around.
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After we finally managed to get Hermione to the hospital the boys filled us in. We didn't learn much, all we know is that Malfoy isn't the heir of Slytherin. While Harry and Ron were deeply immersed in their conversation I slipped away. I need some time alone. I needed to think. Everyone seemed to have forgotten the dream I had a while ago. But I haven't, I just wish I knew what it meant! What did the boy mean by, 'I wouldn't be the girl who lived anymore'?

Pondering this I accidentally ran into someone. "Argh!" I yelped, falling down and my books scattered everywhere.

"Watch were your going, Black." A cold voice grumbled. I looked up to see Malfoy glaring at me.

"Nah, bumping into you is fun. Means I get to hurt you without getting in trouble." I snapped, grabbing my books. I heard a sigh, and an almost inaudible, 'I'm sorry.' My books fell to the ground again, and I stared at my cousin in shock.

"Did-Did you just...?" I stuttered. He nodded, looking down.

"Look, Rose, I'm sorry for what I've done. I know that I shouldn't say all those things about you and your friends but that's just how I was raised. I would like to get to know you all, but my parents wouldn't stand for it." Ma-Draco muttered. I felt a sudden sympathy for the boy standing in front of me and hugged him. He hugged me back, and I heard some sniffling.

"It's okay, Draco. I understand. But maybe you can hide the fact that your being nice to us from your parents? I know it's hard going against what you've grown up in but trust me, you'll make way better friends if your nice. Like me!" I smiled, pulling back. Draco nodded, the ghost of a smile on his pale face.

"Am I forgiven?" He asked.

"With me, yes. With them, that's another story." I sighed. Then I smirked, remembering something that happened in the great hall. "Hey, Draco? Does this sudden change of heart also have anything to do with Ginny?" I asked, watching a blush form on his face.

"Wha-What!? N-no!" He stuttered. I raised my eyebrow, telling him I didn't believe it. He sighed, dropping his head again. "Fine, it does. But if prefer you not tell Weasley, alright?" He grumbled. I nodded, smiling.

"Now come on! You have people to apologize to!" I cheered, grabbing his arm and skipping off.
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"There you are! Malfoy, what did you do to her!" Harry and Ron's yelled carried through the empty corridor. They both had their wands drawn but Draco and I drew our wands quicker.

"Protego!" I yelled, and the boy's hex's were stopped. "Listen to me." I snapped, glaring at them. They fell silent, glaring at Draco. "Draco has something to say to you." I told them.

"I'm sorry." Draco said. Harry and Ron's jaws dropped, and they stopped glaring.

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

"He said he's sorry. He doesn't like being mean all the time but that's how he was raised. He wants to change that though." I told them. Harry and Ron both broke out into grins and I sighed in relief, and got rid of the shield charm. All the boys shook hands. One by one Malfoy apologized to some people. But made sure that nobody in his house saw it.

After about an hour he had apologized to everyone he wanted to, though he made sure they didn't tell any of his house and that whenever he saw them in the corridors he would pretend to call them names and cast jinxes on them so that no one got suspicious.
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Harry, Ron, and I were strolling down a corridor one day when we noticed that the floor was flooded. "What's she going on about now?" Ron groaned, looking at Myrtles bathroom. We all trudged through the water to her bathroom. When we entered we heard Myrtle crying, and when we looked up a bit, spotted her sitting on a window seal, knees drawn up to her chest.

"Myrtle?" I questioned, stepping forward. The sobbing ceased and all we could hear from Myrtle now was small hiccups.

"Who's there?" She called, "Come to throw something else at me?" she hiccupped.

"Why would we throw something at you?" Harry asked.

"Oh don't ask me! Here I am , minding my own business and somebody thinks it's funny to throw a book at me!" Myrtle wailed, sloshing more water onto the already extremely damp floor.

"Well, it can't hurt you, can it? It would just go right through you, I mean." Ron asked, unable to stop himself. Myrtle screamed out of rage and flew down from her perch into Ron's face.

"Sure! Let's all throw things at Myrtle cause she can't feel it!" She snarled. "50 points if it goes through her stomach!" She yelled, 'punching' Ron in the stomach.  "100 Points if it goes through her head!" She screamed, doing the same to Ron's head.

"Myrtle! Stop, he didn't mean it!" I cried, looking at Harry frantically. She turned, glaring at me before wailing loudly and plunging back into her toilet. That's when I noticed a diary. It was small, had leather binding and looked worn and old. I flipped it over to see a name on the back; Tom Riddle. The date that was on the back said fifty years ago. Wow, this thing IS old. I flipped it open, flipping through all the pages but not one had writing.

"Somebody probably got it from their Mum, and didn't want it so never used it." Ron shrugged, when I had shown him and Harry the diary.

"I don't know," I sighed, turning the diary over in my hands. "I just feel like it's a bit more important than its letting on..." Harry took the book, examining it.

"I feel that to. Maybe Hermione can find some sort of spell to reveal any hidden charms?" Harry suggested, scrunching his eyebrows up in concentration.

"Maybe. By the way, anyone seen Cathy? I haven't seen her or Ginny in a while..." I trailed off.

"Haven't seen her since yesterday." Ron answered. "Her and Ginny both. I was sitting in the common room waiting on Harry when Cath and Ginny just, kinda, walked like zombies out of their dorms. I tried calling out to them but they wouldn't listen." Ron shrugged. I nodded in thanks, before silence took over our journey to the common room,