“Dad.”Dudleylookedpained.“Don’t.”

“Well,wedid!”EvenAuntPetunialookedafraid,now.“Wefedhim,andwelothedhim,andwebroughthimupasoneofourown—”

Harryouldn’ttakeitanymore.ItfeltlikethatnightwithAuntMarge,whereitbeameonethingtoomany.Andhewasn’tgoingtopretendthatthishurtmorethanhethoughtitwould,beauseafterallthosenightswithDudleyandhowwelldinnerhadwent,hehadatuallyonvinedhimselfthattheymightstarttolikehim.Hewaswrong.

“Howyouraisedme?”Hisvoiewaslow,buteveryoneouldhearit.“Youdidn’traiseme.Him—”HejerkedhisheadtowardsDudley,whowaslingingtohiswinegssandlookinglikehewantedtosinkthroughthefloor.“Himyouraised.He’stheoneyoufed.He’stheoneyouboughtallthepresentsfor,andthrewbirthdaysfor,andgavehimarealbedroom.Theoneyouaredfor.Hewasyourson.AndwhatwasI?”

Noanswer.

Hewantedananswer,andhewasgoingtogetone.“WhatwasI,Vernon?”Ifhewasyounger,thislevelofangerwouldsendhismagispiralingoutofontrol,butasitwasheouldjustfeelhimselfshakingwiththeinjustieofitall.“SaywhatIwas.”Nothing.“Iwasthethingthatshoweduponyourdoorstepthatyouwantedtosendoutwiththeweek’sgarbage,wasn’tI?Astainonyourperfetfamilyimage.Iwasn’ttheoneyouraised.Iwastheoneyoustarved.Iwastheoneyouhated.Iwastheoneyoulokedinthelosetandliedto,foryears.”Noonemoved.OnlyDraotriedtomakeitbetter,reahingouttograbatHarry’shand,butheflunghimoff.“TellmeifI’mwrong.”

Mehanially,Harrysatdownthewinegss.“Youwanttoknowsomething?Afteralltheseyears,allthehorriblethingsI’veseen,allthepeopleIwatheddie,Istillfindmyselfthinkingthatwhathappenedinthishousewaswhatruinedme.”Hewassayingeverythinghehadneverhadbeenabletosaybefore,butsuddenly,hedidn’twanttobethereanymore,soheleft,yankingonhisjaketandturningtogo.

“Waitjustoneminute!”

UnleVernonseizedhimbythewrist,andHarrywasdone,wasgoingtoturnandhithimandneverstop,buthedidn’thaveto,beauseDraowasthere,thethreatlearevenwithoutthewand.VernonletgoandDraomovedbetweenthem.

“Don’ttouhhim.Youdon’tdeservetoyahandonhim,youuand?”Hewasspeakingsoftly,butinthewaythatmadeitlearhewasusedtobeinglistenedto.“Yousaidhewasawarhero,buthe’snot,hewasthewar.Hesavedthiswholedamnworldtentimesover,andnotevenoneofyourfilthyfingersshouldomelosetohimagainorI’llpersonallyseetoitthatyouloseahand.”

Draoletshimgo.UnleVernonstaggersbak,leavingAuntPetuniaandDudleystaringathim.Harrythinkshewouldratherdiethandealwiththefalloutofthis.

“Thankyoufordinner,Mrs.Dursley.”Draosaid,baktoperfetlypolite,buttoninguphisoatandsmoothingoutthewrinkles.“Itwaslovely.”

Thelooksontheirfaesalmostmadeitallworthit.

Drao

HeouldhearHarrytalkingonthephone,arryingonaoionwithDudley.

“Listen,no,I’msorry.”Pause.“Ishouldneverhaveome,IknewIwasgoingtolosemyool,itwasmybad.”Pause.“Ijustfeelhorrible,Iruinedyourbirthday.”

Alongpause,andthenHarrymadeasoundthatDraothoughtwasasobbutwasatuallyjustastrangledugh.

“Shedidwhat?”Unontrolbleughter.“Lukybastard.Shouldtellherit’syourbirthdayeverynight.”

Probablythegirlfriend.Doguysalwaysdisusstheirgirlfriends?Draowouldn’tknow.

“Imean,yeah,weangettogetherandelebrate,justletmegetapieeofpaper.Youwanttogowhere?”Thesoundsofhimrummagingthroughdrawersforapen.“Youknowthat’sastriplub?”Pause,moreughter,thistimemuffled.“DoesAlieknowyou’regoingthere?”

Theyreallyarefriends,now.“Okay.AndI’msorry,again,abouttoday,Ididn’tmean…”Longerpause,asniff.“Yeah.Youtoo,Dudley.”

Therewasabang,andthensomethingsmakedagainstthewall.Probablythepadofpaperhehadbeenwritingon,butmaybethephone.Draodidn’twanttogofindoutyet.

Peoplesuk,hethought,strainingtohearwhenHarrywasapproahinghim.Butnooneanhurtyouquitelikefamily.

Draogiveshimanhourorso,longenoughforhimtogetashowerandsettledowninthelivingroomandlisteningtoLeeandGee’snightlyradioshow.

(Lee’snightlyradioshow.Geeisaverysporadiguest.)

“Ididn’tknow.”Draostayedbythedoorway,lettingHarrydeideifhewantedtotalkornot.panywasn’talwayshelpful.“Howbaditwas.”

“Ididn’ttellyou.”Harryaeptedthegiftofhothoote,andDraotookthatasaninvitationtositdownbesidehim.“Ididn’ttellalotofpeople,outsidetheWeasleysandHermione.MGonagall,one.”

Draonodded,lettingtheinformationwashoverhim.Hedidn’twanttopry,butpartofhimthoughtthatHarryneededtotalkaboutit.Ormaybethatwasjusttheselfishpartofhimselfthatwantedtoomparesars.“Howoldwereyouthefirsttime?”

“Five.”Harrytookadrinkandhelditinhismouth,eventhoughDraohadwarnedhimitwasstillmuhtoohotforthat.“Ihaddrawnapitureofamagiian.Youknow,themugglekind—bigwandwiththesparksthatflewout,pointyhat,thelongbeard.Theylokedmeinthelosetforaweek,onlyletmeeatoneaday.Liketheyouldstarvethemagioutofme.”

Itwasawonderthattheyhadn’tkilledhim.Draowantstosaysomething,butsorrydoesn’tquiteutitwhenyoulearnsomethinglikethat.

(Hehasahorriblefshofbakintheirfirstyear,whenhemokedHarryaboutnotbeingwelomeathomefortheholidays,buthehadneversuspetedittobereallytrue,justthought

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