The Boy Who Wanted to Live

Bathrooms

Harry spat blood on the ground as the toe of polished shoes drove into his stomach. His shirt tore in half on the hard stone of the floor. Draco gestured for Crabbe to grab Harry's arms and spread them apart. Harry cringed back on himself when the large boy came towards him, momentarily losing grip of reality long enough to throw his hands up in self defense and to shout.
"No Dudley!" At the large boy.
The blonde brute paused and gaped at the scrawny kid, noticing for the first time the faint silver lines that covered the boy's body.
"Grab him Crabbe," Draco's voice called out shaking the fat kid from his observation and making him obey.
Draco looked at Harry's bloody face and smiled wickedly. Harry looked down at his dusty shoes and frowned softly. Suddenly a great wail made the boys jump. A ghostly figure came out of one of the stalls and gasped softly at the sight in front of her.
"Stop it!" She cried, tears streaming down her face "leave him alone or i'll scream and everyone will come see what big bullies you are and Headmaster   will have you suspended!"
Draco ignored the crying girl and punched Harry's stomach with as much force as he could muster. As promised a glass shattering scream erupted from the girl's mouth and Draco covered his ears to prevent them from rupturing. In a few seconds Argus Filch was running through the doors and glared at the ghost girl, whom smiled at the ugly man sweetly.
"Professor those boys were hurting that first year!" She reported with a pout.
"We are all first years you bloody bimbo," Draco spat.
Tears filled her eyes and the girl began to cry loudly, making Harry's head fuzz over. She flew into a bathroom stall nearby and disappeared.
Filch proceeded to roll his eyes and turn to the four boys.
"Detention tonight. Report to Hagrid at sunset to serve your punishment," he said looking each child in the eyes "fail to show and you'll serve a double detention with me. Now scram!"
Draco gave one last disgusted look at the bloody scarred boy and ran off with his accomplices.
"Remember the deal Potter, or Granger will get it," he called back.
Filch turned to Harry and pulled him off the floor by the boys torn shirt.
"Better get you to the infirmary Potter," he said with a sigh.
He looked at the red tinted floor and tutted softly.
"Id rather you not bleed everywhere else as well,"