The Fight in the Toilet

Hi everyone! So you guys finally made it here, to my story, and please don't leave, for the story you are about to read is completely based on the Harry Potter books, and is meant to add up to the series, but only as a fan-fiction. The previous storyline does not at all belong to me, but to the most respectable, Ms. JK Rowling. This story is set in Pakistan, and is based on the following characters;

1. Harry Potter 2. Ronald Weasley 3. Hermione Granger 4. Draco Malfoy 5. Ginny Weasley

6. Theodore Nott 7. Luna Lovegood 8. Neville Longbottom 9. Fatima Hassan

I hope you enjoy reading, and stay with me till the end of the story. Oh! and I have also uploaded this story on . While this version might contain some romantic scenes, the other one is totally clean.

That day had been appalling for him. Draco Malfoy had hexed Katie Bell. It was horrendous. He knew that he had to stop. He knew that this was enough. This job was too harsh, too strenuous for him to fulfill. It was getting unendurable. His parents, the death eaters, the dark lord, and everyone else had expected too much of him. He had always been told to act recklessly, and rudely towards everyone. He had been told to detest half-bloods, and despise mud bloods. Never was he ever allowed to share a bond of friendship with the people of his choice. He had always been kept in the circle of the 'pure-blood precedence' and had been put into a superiority complex by his parents. He had never known the magic of friendship. He had never known what it felt like to be surrounded by people who loved you, what it felt like to be loved. He had always been told not to feel. It had been instilled in his mind that Malfoys were superior to any other wizarding family, and that he was supposed to act like the best. His life had been too conservative, too planned, too simple, too painful, and horrific at the same time.

His father had offered him to the dark lord, so carelessly, as if he was the remnant of an old worthless cloth. He had raised him like a piglet and now hurried him off to the slaughter house. Draco Malfoy had never had the chance to choose. His parents had designed his life for him. Yes, he had wanted to have friends. There were so many times when he wished that he was part of the Golden Trio, that he would get an opportunity to talk to Harry, Hermione, or Ron, but this wish remained a wish only. This was enough. Now he had been ordered to perform murky deeds. He had been ordered to kill Professor Dumbledore. Draco was not so heartless. He was not so strong, so reckless, so rational that he could fulfill orders so notorious as committing murders.

His head ached. It was as if someone was hitting it with a hammer. Draco sprinted towards the Prefects' Washroom. He knew that Potter had seen him. He knew that he suspected knew that he would be deeply hated by everyone now. He reached the washroom, stripped out of his sweater, and stared in the mirror. Is this who he really was? A murderer, a heartless, selfish, git? Did he really want to do this? Did he really want to become a death eater like his father, his aunt, and his mother? Did he really want to kill the man who had provided him protection in his school. Did he really want to destroy so many lives? No.

Draco knew that he had a pure heart. He knew that he had always wanted to love, to feel life, to enjoy friendship. He had done such a good job in keeping his parents happy, but they had never tried to understand their son. They had never imagined what he felt. Never had it ever occurred to them that Draco...was just a boy. He was only sixteen. Never had it ever come to them that he had a heart, that he could feel. They had never felt that this job was too harsh and it asked too much of his young soul and it was too heavy for his tender shoulders.

A tear rolled down his cheeks, and then another, and another. Draco started crying as one by one a salty droplet found its way out of his eyes and down his cheeks and vanished down his neck. He felt so weak, so vulnerable, so helpless. He felt heartache, his shoulders were aching. He was shivering, with fear, anxiety, or anger...he did not know. He felt cold. It was as if all of the happiness had been sucked out of him. He did not remember the last time he had been truly happy. His soul was crying, screaming out for freedom from all of these obligations and pledges. His body felt so numb. It was almost as if his senses had stopped working.

He cried and cried, but unlike everyone else, he did not have anyone to offer him a shoulder. He cried so hard that the washroom echoed with his snivels. Moaning Myrtle, who had witnessed the whole scene, for the first time, pitied the blonde boy, and came down to him. She tried to calm him down. She asked him to tell her what was wrong.

"Look, Draco. You can tell me. After all, I am good at keeping secrets. Don't you remember-" Myrtle was cut off by Draco

"No one can help me, okay! No one! I have to do this. I have to...or he'll kill me. But-but I don't want to do this Myrtle. This is difficult for me."

"So it was you then, eh? You were the one who hexed Katie." a familiar voice came from behind, and Draco swirled around to see the intruder.

"You hexed Katie. Why?" stared Harry. Great...this was all Draco wanted now.

He retrieved his wand from his pocket and shouted 'PROCIDENIO'. Harry skillfully slowed down the jinx. "IMPEDIMENTA" "In for a fight, are we Malfoy?" Challenged Harry and fired another jinx towards Draco's direction. 'Levicorpus'. Draco blocked it. 'Liberacorpus'

"Why do you come here Potter? Why do you always have to mock me?" Draco screamed, before firing a hex towards Harry's direction. "STUPEFY", he shouted, and Harry flew from his position and crashed into one of the toilet doors, before hitting the ground. He got up instantly. He touched his lip, and found a stream of blood flowing downwards. Myrtle shrieked and tried to calm down the fight.

"No, no, no. Please stop you two. STOP."

Harry frowned and fired 'FLIPENDIO' Draco rose, and flipped in mid air before he fell back to the ground. He stood up, took a deep breath. "You've put yourself in this Potter", he said before firing the unforgivable curse. "CRUCI-"

he was cut off by Harry, who was deeply angered by now.

"SECTUMSEMPRA" he roared.

Blood spurted out from Draco's face and chest as if he had been slashed with an invisible sword. He staggered and fell backwards onto the water-logged floor with a huge splash. His wand dropped from his hand and fell away from him. He was bleeding immensely.His limp hands reached for his chest, and he winced in pain. His body was coated in blood. He sobbed gently. It seemed as if he had been cut into half.

Harry stood up and limped towards Malfoy who was wincing in pain. His face and hands had been smeared in blood. Harry retrieved his wand to perform a healing charm, but Professor Snape came in with a halt, pushed him aside and bent beside Draco. He positioned his wand on Draco's chest and incanted in a sing-song voice "Vulnera Sanetur, VulneraSanetur, Vulnera Sanetur" He repeated this several times, and Draco's blood started retreating back into his chest.

Harry picked up his wand and limped out of the washroom. He knew that he had done wrong, even though he was compelled to do it in self-defense. Malfoy was the first one to attack. He knew that there was something wrong with him. What? That he needed to find out. Harry had never seen Draco cry before. In fact, he had never seen Draco sad. The Draco he encountered in the toilet was deeply wounded, mentally. He was hurt, and seemed deeply perturbed. What could be the reason?

These were the last things that Harry remembered, before he fainted in the middle of the hallway.

So! This was it for this chapter guys. I hoped you liked it. Plus, this is my very first fanfiction, so please be kind to me. It would be very kind of you guys if you vote, comment, and share my story. Follow my page and stay updated. I would be adding the next chapter, if I receive enough views.

Also, the first few chapters would be for the background, and would describe the reason as to why these characters apparate to Pakistan. Also, I have added on to the original scenes. Comment if you like the story.

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Areesha Aziz Tarar