for @drarrymicrofic prompt: WOUND wc: 100
A new ghost appears in Hogwarts.
Draco sticks out like a sore thumb: young, angry, haunting not the castle but his murderer.
He rushes through Harry again, spitefully, making him shudder, and then stops. Draco's figure is glinting in the otherwise empty hallway.
His wounds bleed still, sluggish but perpetual. Face. Neck. Chest. Forearms. His robes are stained with it. He's glaring, but he always glares.
And he doesn't speak.
Harry's guilt ebbs and flows regardless. Every brief glance digs it deeper: a stake through the heart. A piercing gaze of a ghost now forever looming over his shoulder.



















