Red dragon

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"Oh yes, oh yes. They were the worst. Pure blood this, Pure Blood that." She complained. "I hated them I was so much smarter and better at magic but they looked down on me. Just because my parents were muggle. Rich muggles as well; did that mean anything noooo. I wasn't good enough for pretty little Ara. I beat her at everything but I was the one that was looked down on."

"I know how you feel." Hermione sighed. "There are some girls that still hate people like us."

"They're wrong." Ron told both girls.

"Thanks." Hermione smiled; it was a small smile.

"Myrtle can you do me a small favour?"

"What's your name?"

"Oh right, I'm Harry, this is Ron and Hermione."

"Hello. What was it you wanted?" She floated to have her face close to Harrys.

"Nothing too difficult. I'm just looking for a book about this big." He held his hands up. "It's black. Could you tell us if it pops up; maybe ask the other ghosts to keep an eye out."

"Okay that's something I could do."

"Thanks Myrtle you're the best." She looked a bit embarrassed. "We do need to get going. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." She floated away to sit on the sink Harry had just vacated. She was quite for a moment. "Thank you."

They walked out of the bathroom quietly; checking for the snake as they walked out of the door.

"I can't believe that I have never seen Myrtle cheerful." Hermione exclaimed. "Ever."

"Hermione, no one is ever nice to her; they're either mean to her or afraid of her."

"Oh." She thought to herself. "I think that was nice of you Harry."

Two weeks later Harry experienced one of the most frightening moments of his life; and that was saying something.

It was half past seven and Harry was showering after his run. It was a peaceful time; those last few weeks. He was preparing weapons to help his fight the basklist. He wasn't sure if he would be able to rely on Falks or Gryffindor sword so he would be prepared either way.

So Harry was showering in the boy's bathroom when a voice came behind him.

"Hi Haaarry." Myrtle smiled from behind him.

"Myrtle?" He asked turning around- as is a human instinct. He then covered every part of him he could. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well you came into the girl's toilet; I thought I would return the favour."

"What?"

She laughed. "I came to tell you I found the book you were looking for?"

"Really-" He stopped. "Myrtle let me get dry- I'm running out of hot water."

"Oh sure don't mind me." Myrtle sat on the loo as Harry dressed as quickly as he could.

Harry stood there with dripping hair and backwards underwear. "So where is it?"

"Okay a girl came into my toilet; crying girls do that a lot. I leave them alone. I understand." She sighed and began to float. "Now she took the book and sat on the toilet. I floated behind her; you know because I saw the book."

Harry nodded. "Now did you know the book writes back. She wrote dear Tom; Penny has been petrified now. I don't know what to do- She was so nice to me. I'm scared. I d-" She stopped then. "Well you get the idea; she cried for a while and then left."

"What did this girl look like?"

"She was this tall." Myrtle floated up and made a measurement with the air. "She had this weird, curly blond hair. She had a yellow tie and a red face. Although now that I think about it that could have been because of the crying."

"Oh Myrtle that's amazing thank you."

"Oh well you're welcome Harry." She smiled a tiny smile.

"I need to go tell everyone." Harry went to leave the room but stopped to peer around the door. "Thank you Myrtle; you're the best."

He pulled Ron away from the boy's bathroom. "Hey Harry I need to show…"

He grabbed Hermione's arm- she was already dry- and pulled both of them into the corner of the common room.

"What is it Harry?" Hermione asked holding the book she was reading to her chest. Harry wasn't fully dressed so they knew this was important.

"Myrtle found the book."

"Where?"

"It's with a Hufflepuff first year. She has curly blond hair."

"So How do you plan on getting the book of her?" Ron asked. "It's a diary right; girls are really crazy about diaries."

"I honestly don't know."

"Why don't we just ask Luna or Ginny to steal it?" Hermione suggested. "Or did you forget we have friends in first year." She sighed when the boys looked like they were about to argue. "A diary; especially one like that would either be locked up or carried at all times. If Myrtle saw it then its the latter.

"Oh so they can get it in class?" Ron asked.

"Yes Ron." Both boys looked away from the smart girl. "God boys you wouldn't last two days without me."

Harry nodded in agreement. "No we wouldn't."