Removing the Dark Mark (Drarry Angst)

Myrtle's Prophecy

This is a drarry story... Honestly ship drapple more but  i enjoyed writing this

Good Luck (oh god)

⚠️[Me, two years in the future, wanting to add some trigger warnings here rather than just in descriptions, this story contains:

Gore + Violence

Self harm

Reference to suicide

Sexual stuff (nothing super explicit)

Pretty toxic relationships

Swearing⚠️

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Boding Myrtle's words in his mind, Harry strode over to the girl's bathroom. He was very aware that it was unavoidably passed lights out in Hogwarts, but he didn't care, his own curiosity and pestering nature getting the better of him as he slipped into the girls bathroom.

When inside, he found that no one else was there, only the echo of the broken taps dripping through the thin silence that filled the room, the musty, stale air blanching Harry's nose. He decided to find a spot in one of the stalls at the far end of the room, shutting the lavertry door behind him as he waited for Myrtle's prophecy to come true.

It had been merely a week ago when Harry had heard from Myrtle herself that a boy had kept on coming into the abandoned girl's bathroom to cry and that it was, to Harry's disbelief, none other than Draco Malfoy. When Harry had heard the news he just had to see for himself, in his mind it was following his more caring nature, but in actual fact he just couldn't quite believe that the Slytherin even had emotions.

At that, the bathroom's main door swung open creakilly, the noise bouncing off the old cobbled walls. Harry heard a pair of feet shuffle over to where the basins were and a tap started to run. The emerald green eyes peered beneath the stall to see very palid ankles outside. Harry was sure it was Draco, and if not, the only possible being it could be to have such pale skin would be a vampire which was improbable.

But, as Harry watched the figure, he noticed that the water droplets changed from that of the flowing tap to stifled tears.

Harry decided to deceitfully peep over the stall's wall by standing on the toilet carefully. When up, Harry saw Draco with his boney fingers clenched to white on the rim on the basin, silvery eyes welling with tears and self deprecating anger. His platinum blonde hair splayed out like a silky spider's web as it caught to his soaked, gaunt features.

When Harry was prepared for Draco to sniffle another cry, the son of Lucious Malfoy instead roared into the mirror, a war cry to his own reflection as if daring to look back at himself. He continued to let loose, his voice becoming weak as his eyes couldn't persist to look into the mirror anymore. The pair of silver eyes instead fell to the basin of flowing water. Draco breathed a few shuddering breaths before ripping down his sleeve and shoving it under the water.

The Gryfindor from within the stall stood on his tip-toes, driven by uneasity and a sense of disturb. Exactly what was it that Draco was scratching profusely at on his forearm?

Harry looked around feverishly for some way to get a better view and resorted to propping himself up precariously on the palms of his hands. From there he could see Draco's snow-white forearm. He had to refrain himself from gasping.

Upon Draco's skin leached the crude and evil symbol of the snake in the skull. The Dark Mark.

Harry's scar seared powerfully and Harry slipped on the toilet seat, falling to the ground. The pain in his leg was blurred by that of his scar and the shock still flooding in his veins.

The tap turned off and the room was returned to its silence.

After deafening seconds of lying on the floor, desperately trying to stifle his own breath, Harry heard Draco start pacing to the door purposefully. With pure rage and adrenaline, Harry sprung from out of his stall, ran to Draco and rammed him into the wall. Draco's head slammed on the stone brick before his eyes flashed at Harry's.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Potter?!" Draco hissed hushedly, his venomous tone glazing his words in poison.

"You work for him now-" Harry started before pulling out his wand from his pocket and jamming it against Draco's throat, "Don't you?"

Draco's lips curled up into a shaky sneer as he looked from the wand, keeping him at an awkward stand still, to it's beholder. "Don't go spreading it, half-blood, or you'll get to see his true power-" Draco lashed out his own wand, batting Harry's arm from his face kicking him to the floor, grounding Harry with a foot on his chest. "From me."

"You mind-frazzled Slytherins think he's all shit, don't you?" Harry chuckled, his breathing crumbling under Draco's foot, but his steady words were still apparently seamless. "Seems like someone regrets it, 'ey Malfoy!"

Draco's eyes grew thinner and his nose flared as he jammed the impressive heel of his shoes into Harry's ribs. Harry looked from Draco's silvery irises before retaliating powerfully, grabbing Draco by the ankle and throwing off his balance, taking the opportunity as Draco stumbled to jump up and grab his wand. The blonde haired boy noticed this action out of the corner of his eye and brandished his own wand, letting it's magical gaze fall over Harry's.

They were at a stalemate. They stared at each other, challenging the other to move.

After a moment of tense silence, Harry asked, "What are planning on doing, huh? Kill me? I'm sure your master wouldn't want you to go and do tha-"
"He's not my master," Draco lashed out abruptly, his words cool yet his tone was leached with disparity.

Harry cocked his head to the side, pointing his wand a little straighter. "How did you get yourself into this mess, Malfoy? Are you enjoying it? Is murdering people fun to you?"

"Do you seriously think I want to do this?! Do you think I want to hurt... Do you-" Draco voice faltered his features falling frail. After a second, a moment of clarity dance across his face, his sneer became even more defined. "I'll let you know that I will enjoy hurting you. You're time of relishing in your name is over," Draco flared, dropping his wand to point at Harry's feet and firing a small fireball which singed Harry's cloak just a bit before he got away.

Harry briskilly turned, pointing his wand to the basins before shouting, "Bombarda." Draco blocked the flying debris with his cloak as the sink exploded, stumbling a few steps back away from the round circle of basins. Harry turned his wand again, this time poised at Draco's cape before igniting it with the Incendio spell. The Slytherin looked down before stomping out the fire which had engulfed the hem of his uniform. He secretly slipped away around the other side of the pillar out of Harry's reach. Hary huffed to himself, striding over to where he supposed Draco was, but found he wasn't there.

Harry was then struck with a silent curse, his body flying into the air at a tremendous speed, hitting the ceiling hard. He then was pulsed with another curse, falling to the ground as his limbs grew incessantly heavy as if weighed with a gravity a thousand times more powerful than usual. Harry glided his eyes around to see Draco perched along one of the bathroom's window sills, looking to Harry with cunning curiosity. He hopped down, strode over to an inmovable Harry and hissed into his ear, "If I ever see you around here again, I will fucking break your arm."

The Gryffindor snarled as Draco spat on him from above. Harry then performed a complicated wandless and silent anti-curse on himself but as he got up, he found that the Slytherin was nowhere to be seen.