Yeah... so I wrote this for my friend who hates Moaning Myrtle...I happen to like Myrtle. This is a VERY short one-shot. Please R&R!
How many years have passed since I last saw his face? I've lost count.
Is he dead now? Probably...
But now, my eternity in this half-life is bearable, because I have the memory of his smile.
I had floated in the center of time, never feeling naught but sorrow and anguish. Trapped in my adolecent form forever, never to change or die in grace...but linger as silver menace. But then he came and I slowly became more of my former self. I would never be his, and he never thought of me as more than a ghost, but he helped me grow out of my ugly mind. Though my silvery form wouldn't change, my heart did. I love him.
The way his eyes filled with concern as I stormed about the book being thrown at me... The way he yelped when I spied on him in the bath...I didn't really cover my eyes when he got in. And I still treasure the grin he gave me in the lake as he made his way to those horrid merpeople.
Even after he left I loved him. After decades and decades I still loved him. He didn't return it but I still love him. I love him, I love him.
I hate being dead, but I don't throw tantrums or scream any more...Now I just sweep around the grounds remembering his brilliant green eyes and devilish grin.
I saw a boy long ago with the same untidy black hair and grin as he had, but different eyes. There was also a little girl with the same black hair and emerald eyes. She was as skinny and short as he was the first time I saw him. I nearly exploded with happiness, thinking that he was Harry for a moment. It hurts me to know that he raised a family with someone else, but as I am dead and could not give him one...At least he was happy.
So I am alone. I will be forever, I won't live because I chose not to die. I existed in misery for decades, never knowing one day from the next, trying to die again...The monotony drove me mad.
Until he arrived and made me grow up.
Now I wander around the grounds remembering him.
As I will do for all eternity.
How many years have passed since I last saw his face? I've lost count.
Is he dead now? Probably...
But now, my eternity in this half-life is bearable, because I have the memory of his smile.
I had floated in the center of time, never feeling naught but sorrow and anguish. Trapped in my adolecent form forever, never to change or die in grace...but linger as silver menace. But then he came and I slowly became more of my former self. I would never be his, and he never thought of me as more than a ghost, but he helped me grow out of my ugly mind. Though my silvery form wouldn't change, my heart did. I love him.
The way his eyes filled with concern as I stormed about the book being thrown at me... The way he yelped when I spied on him in the bath...I didn't really cover my eyes when he got in. And I still treasure the grin he gave me in the lake as he made his way to those horrid merpeople.
Even after he left I loved him. After decades and decades I still loved him. He didn't return it but I still love him. I love him, I love him.
I hate being dead, but I don't throw tantrums or scream any more...Now I just sweep around the grounds remembering his brilliant green eyes and devilish grin.
I saw a boy long ago with the same untidy black hair and grin as he had, but different eyes. There was also a little girl with the same black hair and emerald eyes. She was as skinny and short as he was the first time I saw him. I nearly exploded with happiness, thinking that he was Harry for a moment. It hurts me to know that he raised a family with someone else, but as I am dead and could not give him one...At least he was happy.
So I am alone. I will be forever, I won't live because I chose not to die. I existed in misery for decades, never knowing one day from the next, trying to die again...The monotony drove me mad.
Until he arrived and made me grow up.
Now I wander around the grounds remembering him.
As I will do for all eternity.
