Andyou,mother?Wherehaveyoubeen?Sittinginthisapartment,pretendingnothingeverhappened?

“Whatdoyouwantmetodo?”Heshouldn’thaveaskedthat.Shouldn’thavetakenthebmeontohimself,likehehaddonesomethingwrong.WhatDraoshouldhavedonewasdemandwhyhewouldwanttoseeamanlikethat,wholedhisonlysondownallthewrongpaths.Whyheshouldareaboutthemanwhoruinedhim.

“Helphim.”Shewasstillstrong,buthewasstronger.That’swhatDraorealized,sittingthere,asshereahedarossthetabletoluthathishands.Thereweretearsinhereyes,andheouldn’ttelliftheywererealoraharadetomakehimpybyherrules.“You’vegotpowerfulfriendsnow.Usethem.”

Hedoesnotwanttobethekindofpersonwhomakesfriendsonlytoolletfavors,butDraodoesnotbotherexpiningthattoher.Itisnottheworldshelivesin.

“I’llask,”Hepromisesher,pullingawayfromher.“ButIan’tmakeanypromises.”

IfDraohaslearnedonething,itisthatpromisesarerarelykept.

Harry

WhenhegetsbakfromoffeewithHermione,hefindsDraostandinginthekithen,holdingamugofteainhishandandstaringoutthewindow.

“Hey.”Hekeepshisvoieralonpurpose,whenreallyhewantstodemandtoknowhowtheafternoonmeant.“Didyougettoseeyourmom?”

Harryknowsthatthesituationwasompliated,sohewasn’texpetingDraotoomehomeandbehappyaboutit.Buthedidn’texpetDraototurnandputhisfistthroughthewall,either,orimmediatelyryoutanddoubleoverafterhemakesontat,luthingathishand.

“Holyfuk,”Draoswears,beauseDraolikestosaythef-wordalotwhensomethingsurpriseshim,thenshakeshishandout,ughing.“Ididn’tthinkit’dbeasolidwall.”

“Whatdidyouthinkwouldhappen?”Harry’salreadygettingawashragoutandingieubesupinit,beauseinhisheadheisstillthatmuggleboylikinghiswoundsonhisown,anditneverourshimtousemagi.Draoouldprobablygetridofthepaininamoment,butheistoonietoturndownHarry’shelp,sohejuststaresathishandindismayandthenaeptsthemakeshiftiepak.

“Ithoughtitwaspster.thatmyhandwouldgorightthroughit,”Hewines,ursesagain,andthenthrowstheraginthesink,keepingoneieubetorunoverhisknukles.“AndthenIouldjustrepairit.”

“Ah.”Harryjumpsupontotheounter,andDraoleansintohim.Healmostdoesn’tnotiewhenhishandgoesupintoDrao’shair,ardingthroughit.Evenwhenhedoesnotie,hedoesn’tstop.“SoItakeitthingsdidn’tgoaswellasyouwerehoping?”

“Theydid.”Drao’svoiewasverysurly.“AndthensheaskedifIhadbeentoseemyfather.”

Hehadn’t.Harryknewhehadn’t.Ormaybe(anditwashorriblethatthiswasthefirsttimethatHarryhadthisthought)hehadbeengoingtoseehimandjustnottellinganyone,beausewhowouldgiveupontheirfather,nomatterhowhorrible?

“And?”

“Andsheaskedmetohelphim.”Draowasbitinghisnails,whihwasabadsign.“Askedtogetyoutohelphim.”

Draodoesn’tsayanything,beausenowheisthinkingofthatnightinthegraveyard,whenallthemasksstareddownathimandLuiusfellatVoldemort’sfeet.

Draoisstilltalking.“Butyouan’thelpme,anyou?”ThewordsutHarryapart,beauseheneverwantsthattobethease,thatDraoishurtingandHarrybelefthelpless.“Youwouldn’tdoadamnthingaboutit,evenifyouould.”

“Hetriedtokillme.”Harrytriestomakehisvoieasgentleashean,buthefaltersonthestword.HedoesnotknowhowtomakeDraouandthehatethatwasinhisfatherwithoutbeingruel,ortotellhimthatheouldnotexusethat,evenforhim.“Hemighthavebeenagoodperson,buthewaswrong.”

“Hewasmydad.”Draosaid,miserably,rippingathisnailsnow,andhishandswerebleeding.Harrywantedtotellhimsorry,sorrythatlifewaslikethis,sorryhismotheraskedthisofthem,sorrythatDrao’sfatherdidwhathedid,justsorry,sorryforsomanythingsthatweren’thisfaultandthatheouldneverfix.Hewantedtofixthem,butouldn’t,justpulledDraotohim.“Hewasmyfather.”

Therewasn’tmuhthatouldbesaidafterthat.Theystaylikethatforafewminutes,thenDraopullsaway,tearsstillstaininghisfaeandeyesred,hisvoiesrathyfromtherying.Harryanstillfeelthetearsonhisshirtdrying.

“Whatever,right?”Draoughed,butitsoundedwrong,beausenothingaboutthisouldbelessfunny.“Hedidwhathedid,andnowthere’snothingthatanyoneansayaboutit.”

“Hetriedtokillme.”Harrysaysagain,dumbstruk,beausethis,thisoionrightnow,whatDraomustbefeeling,thatwassomuhworsethananythingthatHarryhadtodealwithwhenitametohisparents.Whenthey’redeadandyouneverknewthem,theyanneverdisappoint.“I’msorry,Drao.”

Hereahesouttohim,totryandpullhimbak,butDraojustbarksoutaughthatheutsoffbeforeitreallygetsstarted.“Merlin,Harry.”Draosmilesathim,tiredbutalmostfondinaway.“Iknow.It’sokay.”

Harryjustnods,beausethereisnothingheansaytothat.Andwhatwouldhesayanyways?AnotherrenditionofhowthisisnotDrao’sfault,howHarrydoesn’tbmehim,howtheyarefriends?

Beausetheyaren’tfriends,notreally.Thisisnothowyoufeelaboutafriend,thisisnotwhatyoudotoomfortafriendwhentheyarehurtingandyouarehopelesstohelpthem.Theystoppedbeingjustfriendsalongtimeago,butnoneofthatwillhelpthemwiththis.

Chapter15

Harry

Hehearssreaming.

ItonlytakesaseondtorealizethatthesoundhewashearingbelongedtoHermione,andthatshouldn’tbehappening,its

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