Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom

This is the scene where Fawkes brought Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Lockhart out of the Chamber of Secrets. So why is it outside the castle instead of Myrtle's bathroom?

''IF YoU dIE doWn THeRe, YOu'rE WElcOmE tO sHaRe My ToİLeT <3''

Meanwhile Ron: 👁👄👁

Blood trickled into the green-and-silver blanket as Draco tried to fall asleep, tears trickling out of the corners of his tightly shut eyes. His arm was red and scratched, bleeding into the blanket. He could still see the dark, writhing skull and snake etched onto his arm. I’ve failed. Dumbledore’s going to find out--and kill me--or Father--or him-- He sat up, looking around at the shadowed dormitory. The room was filled with people, not one bed empty, but he still felt all alone.

He slid out of bed, brushing the tears from his face with the back of his hand, and snuck out of the Slytherin common room, walking quickly through the moonlit hallways. He opened the door of the second-floor girls’ bathroom, crumpling against the sinks. “Myrtle,” he said quietly, unconsciously scratching at his left forearm. “Who is--oh, hello, Draco,” Myrtle said, her tone changing pleasantly once she recognized him. He didn’t reply, crying silently into the darkness.

Draco woke up on the floor of the bathroom, sunlight sparkling through the windows. He stood up, unfastening his tight cloak. I’m failing, he’ll kill me, he’ll kill Mother, and Father-- Draco splashed a handful of water on his Dark Mark. Myrtle came sailing out of one of the cubicles. “What’s wrong? I could help you…” she inquired. “No--no one can help me, I have to do it alone, he’ll kill me, he’ll kill my whole family…” Draco said, his voice shaking.

“Don’t… don’t… tell me what’s wrong… I can help you…” Myrtle offered again. “No one can help me. I can’t do it… I can’t… it won’t work… and unless I do it soon… he says he’ll kill me…” He looked up and saw Pottah standing in the doorway. What’s he doing here? Spying, isn’t he? Trying to find out what I’m up to. Not that I’m up to much… not anything that works, anyway. He spun around and shot a hex at Pottah, but missed, smashing a lamp. Pottah flicked his wand, but Draco blocked it. Myrtle was screaming at him to stop, but he couldn’t, his hatred blinded him, forgetting about even his Dark Mark for a moment.

Everything was exploding, jets of light were going everywhere and Myrtle had turned on the taps, making the floor slippery and hard to grip. His hand shaking, Draco pointed his wand at Pottah and said the first curse that came to his mind: “Cruci--”

Pottah yelled an incantation Draco had never heard before, a moment later, pain shot through his chest and face. Blood was everywhere, and Draco fell to the floor, his hands clawing at his wounds. Pottah was saying something, but Draco wasn’t listening, he was shaking with pain. There was a faint scream of “Murder!” but whether by Pottah or Myrtle or another student Draco didn’t know.

Footsteps splashed into the bathroom. Draco felt a wand at his chest and the pain eased a bit, the blood subsiding. After a minute--or maybe an hour, the time was all blurring together--Draco stood up, supported by Professor Snape to the hospital wing. He slumped into a bed and Madam Pomfrey ran over, carefully administering the essence of dittany to his wounds. “What’s this?” she asked, tracing a finger over his ravaged arm. “Nothing,” Draco said instantly, yanking his arm away. It pulled him back into his horror story of a life, one where he was forced to kill someone and was desperately failing.

This was fun to write

Especially "Pottah" hehe

I think in the first few chapters before the mountain troll she was a bit too engaged in her studies to care about friends but then with the mountain troll she realises that she needs friends to help her get along, an who better than the people whi showed her that?( Ron and Harry)

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