Still,itwasdifferentwhenitwasjustDrao,whereheouldmakeasmanymistakesashewantedwithoutanyonewathing,andheouldtakeupthewholekithen,anddidn’tfeestrangeaboutturningontheradiotoCelestinaWarbek.WhenHarrywashere,itwaslikehewasalwayswathing.Draofelthiseyesonhim,likeatiklerightbetweenhisshoulderbdes.

Hedoesn’taskhimwhyhewashere.Clearly,theoionofstnighthadnotbeendrunkennonsense,butsomethingthathehadbeenmullingoverforawhile.AndDraohadmeantit,whenhetoldhimthatmaybeitwastimehelearnedwhatitwasliketobejustHarry.Hewasn’tabouttohasehimoutofhisownkithen,inasethatstoppeditfromhappening.

TheystandinsileneuntilDraoissatisfiedthatthepanakesaredone,andthedolesthemoutontoptes,sittingdownarossthetablefromhim.He’salmostnervous,sittingthere,andheantellthatHarryistoo.

“Isentmyresignationoutwithmpost.”Harrytalksaroundamouthfuloffood,hidingbehindthepaper,likethatouldmakethislessimportant,lesslifealtering.“Shouldhavegotitbynow.”

Draodidn’treallyknowwhattodowiththat,butthesikpartofhiminthebakofhisheadthatwantedtokeepHarryalltohimselfmadehisbreathingath.Home.Safe.Mine.Butthat’swasn’tright.Harrywouldneverbesafe,thispewouldnotbeahomenomatterhowmuhDraoleanedit,andHarrywouldneverbelongtohim.Wouldneverwanttobelongtohim.

“Good.”Itwasameresponse.EverythingDraosaysisameresponse,withalltheserevetionsHarrykeepsdumpingonhim.“Haveanotherpanake.”

Harry

Hedoesn’tfeelguiltyaboutit,exatly.

Really.Thethoughtofnotwantingtobeanaurorourredtohimawhileago,beforeDraoevenametostay,ononeofthenightswherehewasreepingthroughhisownhome,lookingforbreakinsthatweren’tpossible.Hehadhekedtheloksthreetimes,hadKreahersenseoutanyintruderstwieandouldn’tstomahthethoughtofaskingagain.Andherealizedthatifthiskeptgoing,hewasgoingtoturnintothepersonMad-EyeMoodywasbeforetheseondwar,thekindthateveryonethoughtwasrazybeauseheouldnotlivewithoutthefight.

Harrydidn’twantthat.Hewantedtofindsomepeae,ifjustforalittlewhile.

ThethinghedoesfeelguiltyaboutisleavingRonbehind.Hehadtoldsenthimanowlstnightbeforethedrinkingstarted,tellinghimhewouldn’tbeintoworktomorrow.Thenheaskedifhewouldmeetforlunh,beausehewantedtotalkaboutsomethings.ButitturnsoutthatDraotookareofallthetalkingandwthroughthings,andallthatwasleftforHarrytoonfessit.

Ron’snotte.Hehasn’tbeentetoanythingsinethewarended,beauseHermionehadonebeeninonsoblewhenhedidn’tomehomeontime.Shehadthoughtthathehadbeentaken,murdered,rightattheendofthings.Rondidn’tbmeher,sonowhe’spuntual.

Forone,Harryhateshim.There’shalfamomentasRonsayshiandunwindsthesarffromhisnekthatHarrywantstoflee.JustturnandrunwhenRonhashisbakturnedtopehisorder.Buthedoesn’t.

“Sowhat’sup?”Ronlooksonerned.They’vealllearnedtobegentlewithoneanother,butRonisstillmorelikelytothrowapunhforyouthenbeashouldertoryon.

(Holy,Ronald,you’reawizard,Hermionehadtoldhim,thesttimeshewasmendinghisbrokennose.It’dgobetterforyouifyou’drememberyourwand.)

It’stheonernthatgutsHarry.Theyhadbeeninthistogether,fromtheverybeginning,whentheysatdowntogetherinthesametrainompartment.Theystartedthislongridetogether,andnowHarrywastryingtogetoffearly.Buthehadto.“I’vegotsomethingtotellyou.”Ron’sgothiseyebrowsraised,andHarryknowsthatwhateverhethinkshewillhear,itwillnotbethis.“Iquittheaurorprogram.”

ThereationisnotasloudasHarryhadbeenexpeting.HeountsitasagoodsignthatRonleansarossthetabletowhisper-yellintohisfaeinsteadofflippingthetable.Maybeitwastheshok.“What?”Ablink,andthenasmile,likehewashalfhopingthatHarrywasjoking.“Why?”

“Idon’tknow.”Heraiseshishands,realizesthatmightdrawattention,andthenliesthemftonthetable.“Inevergotthehanetohoose,youknow?Noneofusdid.Wejustgotthrustintothefight.”

Rondidn’tgetit.Hewasallanger,now.Thiswastheonlythingheknew.“So?”

“So,maybeIdon’twanttofight.”

“Whatdoyouwanttodoinstead?”

Ronisn’tangry.Helooksresigned,abit,likeheknewthatthiswasonlyamatteroftime.ItvalidatesHarry’sdeisionlikenothingelseould,thatRondidnotseemtothinkthatthiswasabadidea.“Nothing.Idon’twanttobeanythingrightnow.IspentsolongbeingtheChosenOne,thatInevergottofigureoutwhatIwouldhavewantedtodo,giventhehoie.Itwasfightordie.”Heswallowed,hard,beausethiswasbringingupmemoriesthathewouldrathernotthinkabout.Aboutabasilisk,aboutQuirrel’ssreams,aboutthefirsttimeheeverruiio’dsomeone.Hewasawarrior,andhewasagoodone,butnowthefightwasdone.“Ijustwanttorest.”

“Igetthat.”They’refoodhasgoneold.herofthemhaseaten,anditisalreadytimeforRontostartheadingbaktotheoffie.“Ido,Harry.AndI’mgdthatyou’retryingtomakeyourselfhappy.”Apause.“ButI’mnotquitting.ThisreallyiswhatIwanttodo.”

Harryknewthat.Buthehadtoask,toputtheoptionoutthere.“Don’tyouevergettiredofthefight?”

Ronughs,shakeshishead,andthenmakesafist,andhisownsetofsarredlettersshinesupatHarry,brightunderthelightingofthediner.Iwillnotresist.

“It’sa

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