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Barry Smith: The Meeting Of The Moaner
Professor Trelawney ushered the other bad guys out of the dungeon, leaving Harry and Barry alone. She had retied their ropes, but amazingly, had left their gags off. The two boys were still frozen in shock after hearing the news they had, but this was no time for a bonding session. They had to get out.

Harry was pretty positive that they were in one of the Hogwart’s dungeons. But which one? They weren’t anywhere near Snape’s dungeon, that he was sure of. Could they possibly be in one of the secret passages that was shown on the Marauder’s Map? Maybe there was a dungeon hidden there? If that was so, wouldn’t Dumbledore know about it, and the fact that Harry had been missing for over a day? Something was really fishy. Out of the blue, Barry interrupted Harry’s thoughts.

"Voldemort wants to kill me? I’ve never done anything wrong."

Barry slumped down onto the floor and began to cry. Harry shuffled over to him.

"Barry, he’s been trying to kill me all my life. He’s never succeeded yet. And he’s not going to. If he can’t kill me when I’m on my own, he won’t be able to kill us when we’re united. As long as we stick together and trust each other, we’ll be fine. Besides, Dumbledore will save us. He’s always there to protect anyone from Voldemort."

"Thanks Harry. This is going to be great. Finally I have someone who is part of me. My adoptive parents are great, but they’re not my real family, you are."

"At least you didn’t get the Dursely’s." thought Harry.

A cold breeze began to waft through the door of the dungeon. Out of thin air, a ghostly figure appeared. It was a plain looking school girl with glasses. It was Moaning Myrtle, the ghost that haunted the girl’s toilets at Hogwarts. Was Harry ever glad to see her.
"Myrtle!!! You have to help us, me and my twin brother Barry. Please, go and get Dumbledore. They’re going to kill us."

"There’s two of you?" exclaimed Myrtle in a suspicious tone "I never knew that there were two of you. Imagine that, two identical boys, both with magical powers and both completely spunky."

Barry started to giggle. He had heard about Myrtle from Dumbledore, but he never knew that she had a crush on Harry. Harry didn’t see anything funny about the situation, neither did Myrtle. Her bottom lip began to quaver, her eyes started to get all glassy,

"Myrtle, don’t cry. Barry didn’t mean any harm. He just doesn’t know you like I do. He was probably just amazed that such a good looking girl would take any notice of him."

"You’re just humouring me Harry," Myrtle was still extremely distressed. "But, as I’m such a wonderful ghost, I will help you. I’ll tell Professor Dumbledore where you are and he can rescue you. I’ll go now. Goodbye my spunky friends."

"Thanks Myrtle. I love you!" screamed Barry.

Myrtle left the dungeon without another word or even a glance behind her. As Myrtle departed, so did the cold feeling. In fact, the complete opposite occurred. Harry’s scar began to burn intensely. He collapsed to the floor in agony, this time the pain did not subside. Harry and Barry were suddenly raised from ground and found themselves floating out through the wall of the dungeon and off to who knows where.

More Barry soon. Barry Smith: The Way To The End.