Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [73]
“Of course Harry,” he said. “Just use a Cloning Charm on yourself.” Harry could have kicked himself in the face.
“Oh! Thanks Aylar!” said Harry affectionately. Aylar started to walk away.
“Don’t mention it…. Oh, and by the way Harry… don’t expect any luck with Ginny… she’s already busy,” said Aylar as he walked back to his group, shaking his head. Harry turned around to an excited Hermione, and a confused Ron.
“Excellent story Harry!” said Hermione. “I couldn’t have come up with anything better!”
“What did he mean by Ginny being ‘busy’?” asked Ron, being big-brotherly. “What does he know that we don’t?”
“Uh, about a million spells,” said Harry. Then, seeing the look on Ron’s face, “Oh don’t worry Ron, he was probably just joking.” Ron’s frown turned into a smile again.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right Harry,” said Ron.
“Geez, what’s wrong with me today?” Hermione asked herself. “I never thought about us having to be in two places at once, and I didn’t think of using the Cloning Charm. Maybe I should see Madam Pomfrey.” Ron and Harry laughed.
“We had better get started making the clones of ourselves,” said Harry. “In case a problem comes up, we want to have time figure it out.” Ron and Hermione nodded in agreement.
“Where should we make the clones?” asked Ron.
“Well, definitely not here,” said Harry. “Or in any of the classrooms. Who knows who might pop in and see two of each of us. Where would we be guaranteed that no one would ever see us?” A smirk came across Hermione’s face.
“The girls’ bathroom!” she said. In their second year at Hogwarts, they had to make a Polyjuice potion, and to hide it from everyone, they made it in the broken down girls’ bathroom.
“Great idea Hermione!” said Ron. “The only person who’d see us would be Moaning Myrtle, and it’s not like she’d care.” Moaning Myrtle was the miserable ghost of a girl who haunted the bathroom.
“Right, let’s go,” said Harry. They walked out of the common room, and to the girls’ bathroom. Even though no one would see them, or know they’d been in there, it still felt weird to Harry to go inside. When they got in, it was exactly how Harry had remembered it: rusty and disgusting.
“Who’s there?” came a voice from one of the stalls. The door to it opened, and before them was Moaning Myrtle. She floated about three feet off the ground, right above a puddle of water which Harry hoped was made from Myrtle’s tears.
Instead of crying and moping around, though, a smile came across Myrtle’s face as she saw the three of them. She flew towards them, and put her arms around them. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all very surprised.
“Oh, it’s so good to see you again… especially you Harry,” said Myrtle, blushing slightly. Harry made a very forced smile, and Ron nudged him.
“I think Myrtle likes you Harry,” he said, trying hard not to laugh. Myrtle, however, appeared to have heard them.
“Hey, I’m old, not dead!” she said, jokingly..
“What?” said Hermione. “Myrtle, you’re young, and you are dead!” All three of them laughed, and, surprisingly, Myrtle took part in the laughter. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stopped immediately. This was the first time any of them had head Myrtle laugh. It was very eerie.
“Uh, Myrtle?” asked Ron. “Why are you laughing?” Myrtle stopped, and glared at Ron.
“Because what she said was funny, Ron,” spat Myrtle. “Am I not allowed to laugh at funny thing?” Ron went red.
“Uh, no. Of course not Myrtle… it’s just that… well, you’ve never laughed before,” stuttered Ron.
“Well, I’ve taken a new outlook on life- err… death, Ron. It’s