The bird had come back dead.

The bile rose in his throat as he shut the cabinet and ran out the door.

He stood breathing over the sink of the bathroom; the ramblings of the dead girl were background noise to the blood rushing through his head. The headache at his temple was impacting his vision. He could taste the salt as the tears mixed with sweat, falling down and reaching his lips.

The damn ghost wouldn't leave him alone. The rambling she offered had been a comfort for the past two months. Someone to fill the silence, someone to talk to who couldn't get hurt in the end. It had been two months of nightmares, the cabinet seemed like it was finally going to work, then the damn bird came back dead. The sound that escaped him was animalistic as he gripped the sides of the sink and screamed into the depth of it.

Everyone who wasn't supposed to get hurt came back dead. This was the ultimate torture. His eyes saw movement in the mirror and he turned quickly wand drawn. Myrtle dove into the pipe, the quick lack of noise left nothing but the dripping of the sinks behind. He peered into the doorway of the room and held his breath for a moment before relaxing slightly. He turned again splashing water onto his face.

"You are a failure," he said into the hallow eyes that peered back at him in the reflection. He had a little over one month left and then they would all be dead anyways. This year, everything he had sacrificed and tried to accomplish, would be for nothing. The Malfoy line would end by the hands of the great dark lord. He laughed then, allowing for the sobs to take over his body as he thought back on the year. On every great failure. Every great lie he had told to get to this position. Through the blur he saw a figure behind him, and he turned again.

"Put it away Potter I'm not in the mood for you." He glared at the boy in front of him. Fingers aching on the grip he held. The prat had the audacity to point his wand in his face. His magic itched down his arm as he fought the urge to curse him. The jinx that flew past him missed by a hair and instinctively he sent one back.

"What are you playing at Potter!" He shouted as a pipe burst at the next curse sent flying his way.

"I know what you're doing. Disappearing, late nights, missing classes. Your up to something Malfoy and I will stop you." Draco tensed and came out and around the pillar he had crouched behind. He walked around the water that was coming from the busted pipe and stood in front of the boy wonder. The grip on his wand tightened as he raised it in aim.

"You know not a damn thing."

The pain that engulfed him next had been unlike anything he had experienced before. He could feel the knifes slashing at his chest and back but could not see them. The ribbons of blood poured from the slashes on his abdomen and pooled at his feet. He grunted as he hit the floor backwards listening to the retreating footsteps of the boy who lived.

Coward.

Her heart pounded as her feet took her flying down from the tower and to the bathroom on the 6th floor. Harry had been staring at the map all afternoon, that damned map and the damned person it didn't show. She pulled her book back up to her face, she had still not told Harry anything. She had spilled her soul out to an unconscious Ron, told him every single thing she had wanted to tell them both all year. Yet after he had awoken days had gone by with out a word on the matter. Every belief she had in the subconscious went out the window as well as her courage on the subject.

He had tried to write her, the traitor, and she cursed the paper and watched it burn. Yet here she was, sprinting down a flight of stairs over the sight she had dreaded seeing for 10 months. Harry and Draco in the same room.

She slowed as she approached and darted behind a corner, Harry came running from the room pale and with a cut above his eye. It was then that the screaming started.

"MURDER, MURDER IN THE BATHROOM"

Harry ran past her without a notice in his haste to get away and her heart leapt into her throat she rounded the corner and paused at the door. Myrtle was screaming while circling the ceiling and darting down and around the figure in the middle of the room. The water on the floor was running red and getting darker with each moment. She paused for only a second before running and falling onto the floor next to him, ignoring the warmth that penetrated the knees of her pants.

"Oh god." She muttered trying to hold pieces of him back together. Her hands shook as she ran them lightly over his torso and his face feeling for a pulse as they met at the junction of his throat. She pulled her wand out from its holdings and nearly screamed as his hand landed on her.

"Don't. Just let… die" he winced as the color continued to leave his face.

"I can't" she could hardly get the words out as she cupped his face and pressed her forehead against his. Feeling the weak breath leaving him in spurts. She cast a healing charm on him and nothing happened. She could feel the panic building up, he was going to get his wish if she could not stop the blood.

"Shut up you fool." Snape bellowed at Myrtle as he came running into the room wand drawn. He paused only for a moment as he stood over them both before muttering a spell that slowly closed the wounds along his abdomen. "What happened." He growled at her as he pushed her out of the way to get to the ones along his neck.

"I'm not sure, I saw Harry leave and he looked distraught and then I heard the yelling." She stammered to the professor. A snarl came from him at the mention of Harry's name and she internally scolded herself for having said anything.

"Get out of here Miss. Granger. You've done enough damage" the professor grabbed the pale man from the floor and carried him from the room. She remained seated in the blood of her enemy. The same spot she sat as she gave up a friend.

A.N. I know I follow very close to the timeline of a certain book but I did use a semi direct quote this chapter and wanted to give credit where credit was due. Thanks JK for making Myrtle yell Murder and helping me move this along.