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Counting Stars and Passing Cars 11/14
Draco & Moaning Myrtle
Inspiration: Whisper
They've both been whittled down to whispers by the Dark Lord, pale shades of who they used to be.
Maybe that's why he keeps coming here, to cry with Myrtle in her watery tomb. He thinks there is a sick symmetry to their connection: past and present, female and male, Myrtle murdered by the same man who will turn Draco into either a killer or a dead man by the school year's end. It's no wonder she is easy to talk to.
A year ago, the thought that he would feel more comfortable with a ghost in a girls' loo than with Goyle and Crabbe in his own Common Room would have made him laugh. It's not funny now. He thought this would be his year for triumph and glory, for restoring his family's position, but he's failing and it's all hopeless and he hasn't a chance of getting to Dumbledore and he only sees the trap the Dark Lord set for him now that he's caught in it and it's too late—
He sobs, bent over the sink and wishing he could purge his fear and regret and wash them away, as Myrtle coos sympathy like a ghostly dove.
I'm down to a whisper
In a daydream on a hill
Shut down to a whisper
Can you hear me
Can you hear me still
Whisper
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