When we got to Myrtles bathroom we sent Lockhart in first. He was shaking badly. Myrtle was sitting on the cistern of the end toilet, crying as usual.
"Oh, it's you," she said when she saw Harry. "Ugh, and you." When she saw me, obviously she hasn't gotten over me swearing at her. "What do you want this time?"
"To ask how you died." Said Harry.
Myrtle looked as though she had never been asked such a flattering question.
"Ooooooh, it was dreadful," she said with relish. "It happened right in here. I died in this very cubicle, I remember it so well. I hid in here because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses. The door was locked and I was crying, and then I heard someone come in, and say something funny. A different language I think. Anyway, what really got me was that it was a boy speaking. So I unlocked the door to give him a piece of my mind and then..." Myrtle swelled importantly, her face shining, "I died."
"How though?" I asked.
"No idea, I just remember seeing a great, big pair of yellow eyes. My whole body sort of seized up, and then I was floating away..." she said
"Where did you see the eyes?"
"Somewhere there," she said, pointing at the sink in front of her toilet. It looked like a completely ordinary sink. We examined every inch of it, and then Harry saw a tiny snake on one of the copper taps.
"That tap never worked!" Myrtle said, sounding very proud of herself.
"Um Harry, try saying something in Parseltongue." I suggested.
"Open up." He said in English.
"That was English bud." I said.
Then Harry said, what I presume, were the same words, but in Parseltongue. The next second, the sink began to move out of sight and in it's place, a pipe wide enough for a man to slide into.
"We have to go in, if there's even a chance that Ginny is... Ok." I said, trying to select my words carefully.
"I'm going." Said Ron.
"Me too." Said Harry.
"Well, you hardly seem to need me anym-" Lockhart began.
"Your not going anywhere, in fact, you can go first, you slug, we need to test if the drop is fatal or not." I said aggressively, trying to intimidate him, and it seemed to work, I swear I saw a couple of tears roll down his face.
"Boys," he said, his voice cracking like a teenager going through puberty, "I hardly think that will be necessary."
"We don't care what you think." I said before Ron gave him a push into the pipe. About thirty seconds later, Lockharts voice could be heard.
"It's safe!" He bellowed. Each of us took turns going in. It was like rushing down an endless, dark, slimy slide. Lockhart was getting to his feet when I came out the other end, looking very white and covered in slime. Ron and Harry came whizzing out a couple seconds later.
"We must be miles under the school." Said Harry, his voice echoeing in the black tunnel.
"Under the Lake, probably." Ron replied, looking around at the slime coloured walls.
"Lumos" we all muttered at once, excluding Lockhart.
"Remember, any signs of movement, cover your eyes immediatly." Harry said quietly.
We made our way through the tunnels, constantly flinching when one of us stepped on a bone.
"Guy's, what's that over there?" I asked after seeing the outline of something large and curved.
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