Harry was walking back up from the medical wing. He was glad to have had at least one good night's sleep that week. He was halfway back to his dorm when a sight made his blood run cold.

Draco was lying on the floor; fear edged on his face and a mirror in his hand; pointing around the corner.

BLOOD TRAITOR

Smeared on the wall; in blood red paint.

Harry was found there by two prefects; just staring at his friend. One tried to pull Harry away as the other ran for a teacher. Harry couldn't move his eyes from the boy; he gripped onto Zana. The cat still hadn't left his side since Mrs Norris was killed. She sat at the back of his classes and even came into the bathroom with him. The poor thing was terrified; so was Harry.

Professor Snape was the one who arrived. "Evens. Harry come on; He's only petrified." He placed his hand on the boy's robes.

"He's a pure blood. It doesn't make sense." Harry told the professor. Blood traitor. Was that what Draco was now; that would mean both he and Ron were in the same boat?

"It doesn't make sense."

The loss of a friend whether Hermione or Draco was a pull to find the diary. Harry watched everyone now; someone had the diary.

"Harry where did you find the diary last time?" Hermione asked him.

"It was thrown into Myrtle. Or down a toilet she never really clarified."

"Moaning Myrtle?" Ron asked.

"Yes but it's just Myrtle." He told them. "She doesn't like being called Moaning Myrtle."

"We could go and speak to her?"

"Hermione she lives in a bathroom; a girl's bathroom." Ron complained. "And anyway why don't you look for the person who had it last time."

"I have looked and she doesn't."

"Who?"

"It was Ginny, Ron. She's safe this time thank god."

They walked to the bathroom; almost no one went out alone now. If pure blood Draco Malfoy was attacked, then no one was safe.

"Hi Myrtle are you in here?"

"What do you want?" Myrtle glared at them. "You're not girls."

Harry smiled at her. "I want to check if you were alright."

"Why do you care?"

"Well the events that caused your death are happening again. It must be horrible for you." Harry told the ghost girl. "So we're checking on you."

"Oh well thank you but I'm perfectly fine here. Not like I can die again can I." She turned.

"Why don't you every really leave here Myrtle?" Harry asked.

"I like it. No one bothers me too much."

"Do you want us to leave now we know you're alright?"

"Umm well you don't have too; I suppose. Not like I could make you." She let out a small smile.

Harry moved to sit on one of the sinks. "So what was it like going to school here when you were a student. Weren't you in school with Tom Riddle; what did you think of him?"

"Oh umm Tom; he was handsome and quite brave. Very poor. He dated Ara Black for a while but she found out he was a half blood and dumped him."

"The Blacks were horrible?"

"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."