Harry Potter One-shots

Ghostly Whispers

Scorpius ran into the bathroom, panting as he had just been able to side step Zabini. He always wondered why the boy didn't like him.

The bathroom was old and slightly dirty. Definitely hadn't been used in at least two decades. Scorpius walked along the tiles, listening to a quiet sobbing that caught his ear.

"Hello? Are you alright?" He called. The sobbing stopped abruptly.

"Who is it?" The voice croaked. "Have you finally decided to join me love?" It was a mans voice Scorpius could tell. "It's been so lonely since Myrtle moved on."

"Um, I'm just a student. Who are you?" Scorpius asked curiously.

"Oh...Its not him." The voice came closer, tinged with sadness and despair. Slowly, a young man floated into his vision. He had platinum blond hair that was messy with dirt and sad grey eyes, his pale skin translucent. His face was streaked with tears and his clothes forever crinkled.

"Um, hello...May I ask your name?" Scorpius asked softly.

"My name? No one ever asked my name before...I'm Draco." The man smiled slightly, though it seemed rather broken.

"Hello Draco. Why are you here? Are you...dead?"

"Indeed. I am just a mere ghost that haunts this bathroom, waiting for him to come and join me." Draco sighed.

"Who's him?"

"My lover." Draco left it at that.

"...How did you die?" Scorpius couldn't contain his curiosity.

"I killed myself." Draco said, his voice choked.

"Why? Surely you had so much more to live for?"

"The one thing I lived for crushed my heart into pieces. Why I had stayed? Here in this bathroom? Because I still hold the slightest hope he'll come back." The ghost wept. "He still hasn't. It's been twenty-five years and I'm still waiting!" The boy wailed, curling in on his translucent form.

"But...Why? Why would you still wait?"

"Because I love him. Still. Even though he left he for that weasel bitch." Scorpius' eyes widened.

"Was...was his name Harry Potter?"

"Don't say his name! It hurts too much..." Draco sobbed.

"My dad...he left you for my mum?" Scorpius whispered and ghosts head snapped up.

"Your name...Tell me your name!" He demanded.

"Scorpius! Scorpius Draco Potter!" Scorpius said, flinching at the sharp tone.

"Sc-Scorpius...How dare he use that name for his spawns with Weaselette." He sneered. "That was what we were going to call our child..." Draco swallowed thickly as he looked at the seventeen year old. His hair was dark brown and straight, his eyes emerald green and cheeks covered in freckles.

"I-I'm sorry." Scorpius said nervously.

"It's okay..." Draco sighed.

"Would it be rude if I asked...How you and my dad knew each other?"

"No, I understand. I'd be curious too." Draco smiled slightly. "Your dad and I were rivals in school. We were for years until sixth year. I had gotten the guts and kissed him. I was a nervous wreak then. The dark lord was waging serious war and I had to kill Albus Dumbledore. Harry never knew, I couldn't tell him. After Dumbledore died, he went missing and searched for the dark lords soul to destroy. We were apart during that time, but when we captured them and brought them to my home, I saved him by lying.