The Chosen One ~Drarry (Finished)

Another gaurdian (Draco)

Trigger warning: Blood, self-harm

He caught me again, this time in the toilets, which was where I usually went to self harm in the day. He must have followed me, I felt his eyes on me at lunch, so he would have seen me leave. Yet again, he didn't see what I was actually doing, probably raping another animal in his eyes. But I had escapped, without him noticing, and went all the way to the seventh floor, to behind the statue of Merlin (he was a Slytherin, fun fact. See, we're not all bad), where I knew of a secret entrance to the third floor. It was still banned territory, even after Plucky Harry Potter saved us all after one of his great escapes from Voldemort, and the three-headed dog had left. Maybe they were growing cannabis for the Hufflepuff stoners, but we weren't allowed up there. Funnily enough though, as the staircase leading to it was blocked, no one could actually get up here, so they didn't guard it too closely. So I had a whole floor to myself, as I was the only one who could access it. Let me tell you, privacy is few and far between in Hogwarts, even in the chamber of secrets. You can always hear something, whether that be a first-year screaming hysterically, or someone breaking something, or even the ghosts yelling across at each other, but the old charm that Salazar, Helga, Rowena and Godric had placed on the castle still worked- you can only hear noise from your level of the castle. Before, everything had echoed madly, so I expect they put that spell on each of the seven levels to try and let us actually work. Thanks to them, you were plunged into a godly silence as soon as your foot hit the ground. As long as you hid yourself from view, disturbances were few and far between, and it was a good place to conceal yourself. I went to my usual place, a window over looking the black lake, directly above the Slytherin dungeons. It was hidden around a corner, so you couldn't see it, even if you were right at the end of the corridor. I finished the job I had set out to do, and when I had finished, I leant back on the cold, stone wall. Everything was drenched in blood, my shirt, my arm, even my trousers. I thought about crying more, but what was the point in that? It was just wasting water that I didn't posess- I hadn't drunk anything all day. Or eaten antyhing for that matter. But that wasn't important- I was soaked, and needed to get myself cleaned up. I walked to the abnormally clean bathroom, ruining it's pearly shimmer by making it look like a murder scene. The cold water was a shock to my system after the warm blood that had previously covered my forearms. A ghostly moan echoed out the plug hole, and I closed my eyes, knowing who was comming. "Hey Myrtle"

"Hello Draco" she said glumly. "You've been doing it again, haven't you? Cutting." 

"How did you guess?" I asked sarcastically, waving my partially severed arm. She smiled sadly, and drifted to stand next to me, not physical enough to touch.

"You shouldn't be doing that you know." she whispered. "It's not good. I used to do it, and look how that ended up. Dead in a toilet."

"But that's not because you self harmed" I argued. "That's because a dirty great big snake stared at you and killed you."

"I know" she said fairly "But I was miserable. That's why they called me "Moaning Myrtle", and the name stuck, passed down from generation to generation. Don't end up like me."

"But if I do, I promise to haunt the Howarts toilets with you for the rest of time" I replied heavily. It suddenly dawned on me that she was my closest friend, not Blaise, because I could actually talk to her and not think I would get judged. "Myrtle, I'm scared."

"I guessed" she said miserably, sliding closer.

"You know about my mission?" I suddenly said, all in a rush. "That I have to kill Dumbledore?"

"Yes?"

"If I don't suceed, my dad will kill me. Like, actually murder me. I'm not going to see the end of February."