Update 43 of 89.
I'm in love with this story.
Updates of this story are going to come faster than my other stories because the story will be told in installments of double drabble. For those who don't know, a drabble is a work of fiction that is exactly 100 words. A double drabble is exactly 200 words.
So...here it is; note: for some reason, FF counts only 199 words in the actual writing part. On my computer it was 200 words so I'm going with that one. And the 200 words is, obviously, not including the author's note. :)
In 1943, a muggle-born witch was killed by Salazar Slytherin's basilisk in the second floor girls' lavatory at Hogwarts. Thirty-three years later, in 1976, a young witch named Myrtle died in the very same bathroom.
Exactly three people, aside from Myrtle herself knew the cause behind what had transpired on March 27th, 1976.
Albus Dumbledore was headmaster of Hogwarts in 1976. He knew everything that went on within the walls of Hogwarts. There were no secrets that were not revealed when one looked into his piercing blue eyes. To him, Myrtle Blyth was someone he couldn't save.
Amycus Carrow was a seventh year in 1976. By the time he had turned seventeen, he was on track to have a Death Mark burned into his arm. Amycus was cruel through and through and did not spare a passing thought for those who he hurt. He took what he wanted, when he wanted it—forcefully so. To him, Myrtle Blyth was just another victim.
Sirius Black was a fifth year in 1976. He was dashing and charming, not to mention he was mischievous and always in trouble. He made a mistake he could not take back. To him, Myrtle Blyth was everything.