Nico Di Angelo goes to Hogwarts :)

The hole

The bathroom was surprisingly (and thankfully) dry, and moaning myrtle was nowhere to be seen.

"myrtle, you king requires an audience." I drawled.

"her king?" Harry asked. I waved him off and myrtle arrived looking just like herself. She was crying and wailing.

"what happened?" Harry asked her, which was, to me, a bad idea, ask her one wrong question and you'll end up drenched in her tears.

"her I was sitting in her U-bend minding my own business, thinking about death, when someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me." she started wailing loudly, turning around pointing a large stubby finger at a book on the floor. suddenly a piercing noise, like a sharp whistle, rang through the air. I looked at the others, who showed no sign of hearing anything. I took a couple of steps towards the book, and the noise intensified, sending a sharp needle-like pain through my side. I winced, and the boys looked over concerned.

"you alright mate?" Ron asked uncertainly, I nodded making my way towards the book. Funny how one minute they're ready to feed me to dementors and the next they're caring for me. I couldn't help but think how easily they trusted people. One day that may get them killed.

I was about to pick of the book, when Ron roared, "NO". I jumped back a bit I surprise and both me and Harry turned to stare at him. I heard Lockhart whimpering in the corner of the bathroom, his hand twirling his hair into curls. I silenced him with a glare then turned my attention back to Ron, who said, "sorry, but don't touch that."

"what, the book?" I ask sceptically.

"there are books with curses, dad told me about them, ones that burn your eyes out, or ones that you can never stop reading so you have to walk around with your nose in a book doing everything with one hand-"

"kind of like granger then, huh?" I teased. He grumbled something under his breath so I couldn't hear, and I said, "well there's only one way to find out." I ducked under Ron's outstretched arm and picked up the book. Suddenly I grasped my throat and started coughing uncontrollably. I fell to the floor and both Harry and Ron rushed to my side, Ron repeatedly yelling, "I told you not to touch it, I told you," and Harry searching the bathroom for things to help. Suddenly I stopped moving altogether, and the room went black.

PSYCHE!

I started to laugh, I couldn't help it, I rolled over on the floor in a fit. After about two minutes, I sat up and directed my gaze to Lockhart who was still stood in the corner. "good to know how much help you'd be." I said sarcastically.

I thought it was a great prank, until Harry and Ron both wacked me on the upside of my head, although they did join my laughter after, as I mimicked Ron's high-pitched, panicked voice: 'I told you not to touch it.' After a couple of minutes, I remembered Ginny in the chamber.

"get up you idiots. Ginny is still down there somewhere." I hissed. Immediately they sobered up and followed me to the taps.

"what are you doing?" Ron asked eagerly. I didn't bother answering as I made my way around the circle of sinks. I stopped when I saw the tap I wanted. It had a snake carved on it, and I brushed my thumb over it gently.

"oh, that taps never worked." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ron and Lockhart jump, I nearly forgot myrtle was still here.

"can I ask you something, moan- I mean, myrtle?" I said, she nodded so I continued, "to ask you, how you died."

Sure, call me insensitive, but considering myrtle spent her free time mourning over her own death, I'm guessing she likes talking about it. And anyway, it was important I needed to know. Myrtle's whole aspect changed at once, as though shed never been asked a more flattering question.