moaning myrtle

Let’s take a moment to recognize the brilliant symbolism of Draco seeing Harry in the fractured mirror during the bathroom scene in HBP. When Moaning Myrtle mentioned a boy crying in her bathroom, Harry couldn’t even imagine it was Malfoy because he didn’t think the Slytherin had a heart. From the handshake rejection in the very beginning, Harry brushed Draco aside as a cartoonish villain or petty rival, but this scene illustrated a shift in their relationship. Harry realized Draco’s humanity for the first time, and it was by looking in a fucking mirror. They’re both broken in their own ways, but in the end, they’re a reflection of each other.

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I finally finished the next four pages, thank you all for all of the encouraging comments! I’m not sure how long I’ll be continuing the story, but I’ll be posting them as regularly as I can with school!


I hope you peeps don’t mind, but I changed up some of the designs from the movies’ because there is a terrible lack of POC included in them. I also wanted to explore a Draco and Myrtle friendship, because they’re both pretty sassy lol.


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Scottish Actors in Harry Potter

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Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Chapter Twenty-Five: The Egg and the Eye

“Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you’re searching ponder this:
We’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss,
An hour long you’ll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour — the prospect’s black,
Too late, it’s gone, it won’t come back.”

I don’t know how

Warning: mentions of childhood abuse (in the past, not graphic), suicidal thoughts and mental health issues. (All ends well though)


Draco’s eyes were burning. Not because he was about to cry or anything, but because he was ridiculously tired. He’d been working on his transfiguration essay for over an hour now, and it had already been way past midnight when he started. 

He figured that if the nightmares would keep him from sleeping, then tossing and turning in his bed wasn’t going to do any good either. That was why his nights were filled with homework, empty bottles of cheap pepper up (he couldn’t afford anything else since his father had disinherited him for his failure to capture Harry during the battle of Hogwarts), spell practice and reading these days. 

All of this hard work was starting to take its toll on his body though. His hands were shaking near constantly, without glasses he couldn’t see shit and he was unable focus for more than half an hour. Other people might think that was still quite a lot, but it wasn’t for someone who used to manage seven hour break-less study sessions. The perks of being one of the world’s best occlumences

“Oh, you’re still up.” Draco didn’t need to look around in order to know who’d just entered the common room. 

“Of course I’m still up, Potter. Are you going to ask that every time you see me here in the dead of night?” Draco sighed. He knew he shouldn’t bitch to Harry, but he also knew that he’d screwed up his relationship with the man bad enough over the past few years in order to be sure they’d never get along. He might be long over their childhood quarrels, but Harry surely wasn’t. Draco had fucked up too many times for that. 

“I think I am, yes.” Harry replied to Draco’s rhetorical question. Idiot. “Maybe then you’ll realise how fucked up it is that you don’t go to bed at all." 

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I found some time to work on the new pages! School just started up again and I’m about to go on a short trip, so I figured I would post the two pages I have done now. I’ll be speed drawing the next two to get them up ASAP! I already have them sketched out, so it shouldn’t be long! :)

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