The Bathroom Stall ~ A Harry Potter fan fiction

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================================================== Story I push open the bathroom door and step inside. A few girls are putting on makeup in front of the mirrors when I enter. They turn around, see me, and start packing up their makeup. One of the girls drops a tube of lipstick. I bend down to pick it up. The girl steps away with a look of fear on her face, and when I give her the tub of lipstick, she can only muster a choked out "Thanks." Her companions have already left, so she puts the lipstick into her cosmetics bag, opens the door and runs out of the bathroom. I sigh. They're all still terrified of me after I set that snake on that boy, Peter. I have no idea how I did it, as I have told them multiple times, but that just scares them even more. I go to my favorite stall, open the door, step inside and then turn around to close the door. When I turn back, my heart nearly stops. Sitting in the toilet is a young girl, around my age. She wears pigtails, round glasses and robes that any Potterhead would recognise. "Hello," Myrtle says "M-myrtle?" I stammer. "What are you doing here? I thought you lived in Hogwarts, which is in Britain... And isn't Harry Potter a fiction book?" I cannot believe my eyes. "That's what all you Muggles believe," Myrtle says. "But it's not true. The story of Harry Potter is true. It did happen." "How can a magical school of witchcraft and wizardry be real?" I ask, more to myself than to her. "And how did you get here?" I look at her curiously. "Through the pipes, across the Atlantic and then through the pipes here," she says. "Long journey," I say. "At least it's better than being pushed into a lake with–" "Okay, I get it," I say hurriedly. "But why are you here?" "You do ask a lot of questions," Myrtle says, running her fingers through her hair. "Just tell me," I sigh. "Well, to give you your letter of course." "What?" I sputter. "What letter?" "Your Hogwarts acceptance letter of course," Myrtle says. "Wha-why? I'm not a witch!" "If weren’t a witch, why would I be here?" Myrtle leans in towards me. "How would you have set that snake on Peter?" I frown. I have to admit she's got a point. How would I have controlled an untamed animal otherwise? "Unless you're not Megn Kelski and I'm talking to the wrong person," she says. "No, I'm her, I'm just a bit surprised." I say laughing slightly. Myrtle takes out an envelope from under her cloak. "Here you go." I take the letter from her and open it. HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress of HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY Dear Ms. Kelski We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all neces- sary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Headmistress of HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY I stare at the letter with a feeling of joy inside of me. I'm a witch. I look up at Myrtle. "How will I send my owl?" I hear something collide with the bathroom window. I leave my stall and look up. An owl flies up onto the ledge. I grin. I quickly get a piece of paper and write my response on it. I open the window and the owl flies onto my arm. The owl takes it from me and flies off. I close the window again, then turn around and grin at Myrtle. "Congratulations, new witch," she says grinning. I smile even wider. "When can I start?" "Right now." *ONE YEAR LATER* I walk into the bathroom at my Muggle public school. The same girls that were standing in front of the mirror doing their makeup are there again. I take out my wand. They see me, just like they did last year. They start to pack up their makeup, just like last year. But I don't let them leave. Not just yet. "Scared of me?" I ask, blocking the door. "N-no," one of thls stammer. I recognise her. She was the one whose lipstick I picked up. "Really?" I say, raising my eyebrow. "You seem scared." "I-I'm not scared," she says, her voice shaking. I walk up to her. "You were scared of me last year, ever since I set that snake on Peter. Why aren't you scared now?" The girl starts shrinking back from me. I step closer. "Well you'll be scared of me soon enough." I turn around and walk out, leaving her cowering on the floor as the rest of the girls look at me with fear in their eyes. I don't care if they apologise or not. I used to care, back when I had no one else to go to. But now it's different. I have my friends. Better friends than they would ever be. I have my House, and now, I have my pride. And now I can make a difference. In the Muggle world, in the Wizarding world, I can change things. I have a voice. And that voice will be heard.