Frodo needed the privy. Bad!

Right turn, straight on... THE BATHROOM! It's so hard to find the bathroom in such a big castle! Wait... what the hell was he doing in a castle? Oh well, who cares, BATHROOM!

Frodo tip-toed in quietly, because he feared he could not bear any longer... BATHROOM!

A pale blonde haired boy was standing in front of the sinks, crying. Frodo stared. He did not know what he should say, so he said. "I know what you did. You broke the drains, didn't you?"

The boy looked up. Rage grew on his face, and brandished his wand, throwing a jinx at Frodo.

Frodo dodged out of the way, "OI!" What the heck was going on? Frodo seized what came into his hand first. A sphere glass ball; he didn't care what the hell it was, he just threw it. It almost hit the boy.

The blonde haired boy continued to throw jinxes, Frodo trying to avoid as much as possible.

Suddenly, Aragorn jumped out of nowhere crying, "ANDÚRIL!"
The ranger spotted Draco, his eyes rounded. "You tried to hurt the Ringbearer! Yoooouuu!" And with that he lept at him and started slashing him with his sword, Andúril, until he heard a female voice shriek.

"HELP! HELP! MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM!" Moaning Myrtle was there.

Harry ran into the room. "What on EARTH is happening here??" he mused, before his face turned in horror at the sight.

Aragorn seized Frodo and jumped out the window – or rather, right into the glass, which broke.

Snape strode into the room. Harry Potter was standing beside a gravely wounded Draco Malfoy, no one else in the room.