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Dead
Floo Ferret
THE HAPPIEST DAY OF EVERYONE'S LIVESHarry potter ran into the girls’ bathroom on the first floor with the new Quibbler in his hands.
“Myrtle! Myrtle! You’ll never believe it!”
“What is it?” asked Myrtle sweetly, gliding gracefully from one of her stalls.
“There’s a cure. They’ve discovered a cure!”
“A cure to what?”
“Death!”
Myrtle couldn’t believe it. Tears welled in her eyes, but she did not cry. “What do you mean?”
Harry adjusted his glasses on his slender nose as he used his manly hands to flip through the colorful pages of the magazine.
“Here,” said Harry, pointing to a paragraph on page fifteen. “Former Hogwarts students Fred and George Weasley discovered a potion that, when sprayed on ghosts, will make them solid and living. The joke shop owners discovered this life-altering potion when trying to brew a potion to enhance the stench of dungbombs. Just imagine, Myrtle, you’ll be alive again!”
“I can’t believe it! I never imagined this, never!”
“Now we can finally be together!”
“Really?”
“Of course. You’re being dead and see-through was the only thing that kept me from asking you to the Yule Ball two years ago. You’re the only girl for me.”
Harry grinned and Myrtle smiled happily. Behind him the doors to the bathroom opened and in marched a large group of students, led by Harry’s nasty friend with the red hair and that girl who’d turned herself into a cat. She carried in her hands a potion flask with a spray nozzle on top of it. Everyone was smiling and cheering, saying things like “Good on you, Myrtle!”, “Can’t wait to have you back, Myrtle!”
“Are you ready?” asked the Harry’s friend with the frizzy hair, pointing the nozzle and the glowing ghost. “One… two… three!”
The mist didn’t go through Myrtle as it sprayed, but instead it hit her. She was solid! She had color!
“Oh, Myrtle!” cried Harry with tears in his eyes, wrapping his arms around her. All of the students in Hogwarts, who had secretly loved the quiet ghost the entire time, crowded into the girls’ bathroom and hugged the now living Myrtle.
“We all want to say we’re sorry,” said Olive Hornby, who was now a bitter, ugly older woman. “We never should’ve teased you.”
“Yes,” agreed a fifth year Hufflepuff. “You’re glasses are really quite fetching.”
“And we’ve all had our share of acne,” chimed in Eloise Midgeon.
“And we’re not all pixies,” confessed Millicent Bulstrode.
“The truth is, Myrtle, that we’ve always been jealous of you. You and your awesome death. We know that when we snuff it that it won’t be nearly as exciting as being killed by a big snake in the bathroom!”
Everyone cheered in agreement. “I don’t care about death anymore!” Myrtle announced loudly. “I’m alive, and I’m happy!”
Myrtle wept tears of joy as the delighted crowd carried her out of the bathroom, down the marble staircase, through the oak double doors and off into the sunset. Life after the afterlife was going to be grand.

WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!