AN: This is written for The Golden Snitch!
Halloween Costume Contest: Ghost- Write about any known Hogwarts Ghost.
Ollivanders Wand Shop: 10 inches [Lily Potter] Write about a Slytherin character.
I'm in Hogwarts, Slytherin!
WARNING! Character death.
I had trouble finding where to end this one. Because I just wanted to keep writing and writing this. When my plate is less full, I do want to expand on this. E.g., what happens to Harry, Draco, and Myrtle down the road, etc.
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Draco Malfoy slipped into the first loo that he came across, after he left the great hall. He was at the end of his rope. He still hadn't fixed the damned vanishing cabinet, nor figured out a way to kill Dumbledore. He knew the mission was just a long, torturous punishment. One that he was never going to succeed.
He still had to at least work as hard as he could, he had to keep his mother alive.
"Who's there?" A shrill, snivelly voice called out. A girl, Fuck. He must have entered the girl's loo. Before he had a chance to respond, though, a translucent figure swept through the second farthest stall.
"Why're you crying? It's not like your dead," the girl asked. She looked no older then 16, clad in her school robes.
"What happened to you?" I asked, ignoring her questions.
"Oh, how did I die? That's what everyone wants to know, never anything about me!"
Swallowing thickly, he uttered two words he's never used before, "I'm sorry." Wiping the tear streaks off of his face, he went to sit in the far corner of the room, where there was a couch.
"I'm sorry," he repeated. "I just need, anything, really to distract me. I'm never like this, you know? Always poised, mostly proper. Everything a pureblood should be, beat into me from the age I turned four. I'm supposed to be strong, independent, a leader! But, because of my father, I'm stuck being an obedient dog to some evil, foul, creature!"
With his admission, Myrtle did something she never had before, she comforted him.
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Visits stolen in the night, became a routine for Draco and Myrtle. They both unloaded their grief and unfairness from the world onto each other. Throughout the year, they struck an abnormal friendship, going to each other about everything and anything.
Draco learned about Muggleborns, how they were thrust into a world they didn't know, and there were no resources to help them out. It made him think of Granger, how she had an unnatural obsession about learning all that she could. He learned that she went to school with his grandfather, Abraxus. But he was a mean git to anyone below him, following behind Tom Riddle, the boy that killed her.
She helped him learn about himself, that it was okay to deviate from your family, to do something for just himself. She pushed him to go to Dumbledore, to seek shelter, for him and his mother. He gained hope, hope that he found a way out, a reprieve of this madness.
That just made it all the worse when he got denied. That he was deemed, too far gone for saving. That he could have helped he came to him at the beginning of the year.
He left from the Headmaster's office as fast as he could, running back to their bathroom. Myrtle wasn't there, so he ran and gripped the closest sink. The tears were hot down his face, and salty in his mouth. He distantly heard the door open, and in his haze of emotions, he ignored it.
It wasn't until he glanced up, and saw the reflection of Potter, that he realized what was happening. He turned slowly, gripping his wand, finally he faced him. He didn't have time to cast anything though, because all he saw was a flash of light. Then, all he felt was pain. He felt the rush of liquid's cover his body, at first, he thought it was water soaking the ground. He managed to look down at his torso. Streaked with blood, pouring out of him like a river released of its dam.
He felt, cool, slippery hands, cover his own. Cracking open his eyes, he saw Myrtle.
"It's going to be okay, I'm here with you. Once death grips you, the pain will be gone," said Myrtle, whispering words of encouragement.
By the time the teachers had arrived, it was too late. His ghost form soon said his goodbyes,and told Severus to protect his mother.
He felt a warm hand grab his own, and when he looked up, it was Myrtle. He let her lead him into the far S bend of the broken pipes, leading him into her home. It was his home now, too. He never felt more free.