“Readyaswe’lleverbe.”Ronwastakingthelead,seeminglythinkingthatifhisgirlfriendsaiditwasreadytobeopened,thatshouldbetheendofdisussion.

“Alright.”Hermione’shandwasshakingalittle,enoughthatDraoknewthatshewasafraid.(Andwhendidthathappen,thatshestoppedbeingGrangerandstartedbeingHermione?)“Onthreethen.”

“Wait.Letme.”Draosteppedinfrontofher,easedherhandsofftheth.Shedidn’targuetoomuh,andwhenRonsteppedinfrontofher,Draosawsomethinginhiseyesthatfeltlikeitwasaflikerofgratitude.“Wandsout?”

ItwasHermionethathadbeensteeringthiswholeprojet,butitwasHarrythatDraolookedto.“Wheneveryou’reready.”Harrysaid,andDraodidn’tfeellikeanythingtoworryabout,whenhehadHarrywathinghisbak.“Justtakeyourtime.”

“Onthree.”Draosaid,andhefeltthetensioninhisarmsbuilding,themagipoolinginhiswristsandhisfiips,thatfamiliarfeelingofwhenhewasreadytotakeation.“One.Two.”Thestsylbleseemedtostrethout,andwhenhefinallydidopenit,itwaswithaloudbangandapuffofdust.“Three.”

“Youknowwhatthismeans,don’tyou?”

Thereweren’ttimesthatDraohadthoughtthathebelonged,thathewaspartofthings,butasHermioneleanedintoRon’sopenarmsandHarryturnedtohim,itwasoneoftheraremomentsofhislifethatDraogottofeellikehehadbeomeaentralpartofateam.Thiswasateam,ateamofthree,andherehewas,beingpulledalongfortheride.

Hedidn’tknowwhatitmeans.AllhewaslookingatwasblueprintsandnotessrawledinthehandwritingofMad-EyeMoody,afatthathadsentHermioneintotearsassoonassherealizedit.Theywerenamesofdeatheaters,andsuspeteddeatheaters,andwerewolfdens,andterroristellsinotherountriesjustwaitingtobeunleashed.

Anditfeltbad.ItfeltlikewhentheanamethroughtheorridorsthatallstudentsweretoreturntotheirhousesandDraohadtowaittohearthenews,whenhesatoutsidetheourtroomwaitingfortheverditforhisfather,whenhewasmeetingtheDarkLordforthefirsttime.Itwasthefeelingthatamewithallbadthings,thatanimalinstintthatservedonlytotellthemwhentheyshouldstartrunning.

Hermioneknew.AndsodidRon.AndevenHarry,reahingoutandgrippingRon’sshoulderwhenHermionelefthimtoflipthroughthejournalswritteninsomeone’sspideryhandwriting(Dumbledore’s,hewouldlearnter),seemedtoknowit.AndreallysodidDrao,thetruthsettlingsomewhereinhisstomahevenbeforeHermionespoke.

“It’snotover.”Thismarkedthebeginningofsomethingnew,thefirstbattleryoftheend,markingthemomentwhereowlsflittedfromhousetohouseandthealltoarmswassentthroughalltheold,wearysoldiers,theoneswithenoughsarstostalifetimebutwerenowhereneartheend.“We’vestillgotalongfightaheadofus.”

Chapter6

Harry

Heknowsheshouldn’thavedoneit.

Hehadfeltitwhenhedraggedhimselfoutofbedthism,theeffetsofonetoomanysleeplessnightsfinallyreepinguponhim,theaheinhismuslesandthefogfillinguphismind.Hewassolosetoallinginsik,butthatwouldhavekepthimstukathome,andthefightseemedveryimportantagain,nowthathehadthatboxtothinkabout,theonethatheandRonandHermione(andDrao,Draoisapartofthethreeofthemnow,too,howeverrelutanttheyallaretoadmitit)stillhaven’ttoldanyoneabout.

Sohewenttotraining.

Andwhentheytoldhimitwastimetopratiefightingwithrealspells,withatrainedhealerstandingonthesidelines,hedidn’ttellanyonethatmaybeitwouldbebetterifhesatthisoneout.

Andwhenitwastimeforhisturn,hesteppedintothering,faedhisoppo,ignoredthethumbsupthatRongavehim,didn’tlistentoallthesafetywarningsthatHermionehadforedheandRontositthroughwhentheyfirstdeidedtohoosethisastheirareerpn.(Beausereally,youthinkthetwoofyouwouldn’thavekilledyourselvesbythethirdyearifyoudidn’thavemewithyou?)Hejuststoodthere,adjustedhisgriponhiswand,gaveanodtotheinstrutor,andthenwaitedforthespelltoomeathim.

Onlywhenitame,hedidn’tblokit.Hedidn’traisehiswandtodefendhimself,ortrytomoveoutoftheway.IfHarrywasbeingho,hedidn’treallyevenseeit,orifhedid,hedidn’tregisterit,justsawafshoflightandthentheshokwavethatwentthroughhishest,bstinghimbakwardsintothewall.

Hehadn’thadtimetopreparehimselffortheimpat,sowhenherumpleddowntothefloor,itwaswitheveryboneinhisbodysreamingouttotryandprotethimself.Buthestilldidn’t,justfell,hisarmfoldingawkwardlyunderhhimandhisribsbending,oneofthemsnapping.

“Bloodyhell.”Ron’sfaeswamabovehim,paleandfrekled,redhairfallingdownoverhisfae.“Don’tmove,mate.”

Don’tmove,mate.Harrywishedheouldblokeverythingout,thewhispersandstares.Hedidn’twanttoimaginehowfastthenewsmusthavespread,howthegreatHarryPotterhadbeenbestedinaduelbysomerandomaurorintraining,howhemusthavebeenlosinghistouh.Butitmusthavespread,beausesoonHermionewastherebesidehim,Ginnyrunninghardatherheels,bothofthemshovingthroughtherowdtokneelonthegroundbesidehim.

Thereweretimes,really,wherehewasfullystrukbywhatitmeanstohaveafriendlikeHermione.This,asshelethimpillowhisheadinherpandranherhandsdownhisbrokenarm,smoothinghishairbakfromhisforeheadandwipingawaybloodhedidn’tevenknowwasthere,wasoneofthem.“Don’tyouworryHarry.”Shewouldhavemadeagoodhealer,hethought,

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