"Is that you Potter?" a whiny nasal voice asked in a disgusted manner.
"It IS Potter!" It said again, it was Draco Maldono.
"Potty Potter! Potty Potter!" Maldono pointed and laughed.
It was quite strange as nobody else was present. Maybe Maldono had a ghost friend too. Ghosty laughed at Harry too, but he hid it well.
Harry cried.
"Maldono, why do you hate me?" He asked.
"I have to hate someone, so you are that someone, it's an important part of being a Maldono to exhibit undeserving hatred to at least one lesser being, such as you, Potty Potter." Maldono clarified.
Maldono left the bathroom. He didn't even use the facilities. It was another strange and unexplained event. Harry tried to get up. He slipped. The floor was wet with his tears. He wasn't afraid of the toilet anymore, but only because he was emotionally exhausted. He layed there for a while and dreamed of a world where every toilet was a bucket and every Maldono was kind.
He fell asleep on the floor. It reminded him of home. Soon, Frognal would find him and help him back to their room. Harry felt like something had happened while he was asleep, he briefly could hear the residual sound of being laughed at...by Frognal. Harry hoped it was only a dream. It must have been. Frognal was a friend.