(ThoughafterthatdisasterofthedinnerwiththeDursleys,Drao’sprettysurehewouldifheould.)

Turnsout,though,thatDraodidmind,enoughthatwhenthepeoplefromtheoldDAstartshowingupinhislivingroom(Ron,Ginny,Hermione,Deanusheredinthroughthedoor,howareyou,anItakeyouroats,trynottolethimdietonight),hehastobitehisliptokeephisonernstohimself.Intheory,itwasn’tanythingthatHarryhadn’tdoneamilliontimesbefore,butinpratiethiswashimgoingtofaedownsomeprettybloodthirstypeoplewithnobakupandnooffiialtraining.Theywerestilljustallkids,vigintestryingtotakedownpeoplewhoweren’tgoingtopulltheirpunhes.

“You’reoolifLunarashesherewithyou,right?”Ginnyshoutsthequestionathimfromoutinthehallway,pokingherheadaroundthedoorway,andDraojumps.He’dbeentoobusywathingHarrytonotie.

“Yeah.”Notthatitsoundedlikeitwasatuallyaquestion.He’sprettysurethatifhesaidnoGinnywouldgivehimabkeyeandLunawouldendupwaitingoutthenighthere,anyways.“That’sfine.pany’llbenie.”

Anditwillbe.Heknowsfromthewarthathedoesn’ttakewelltobeingleftbehind,andwhenHarryhadshruggedoffhishalf-heartedofferofhelp,Draohadresignedhimselftoonelong,lonelynightpaingthehallwaysforHarry’sreturn.

“Itoldyouitwouldbefine.”Harryomesupfrombehindhimoutofnowhere,andDraoleansintothehandhehadpedonhisshoulder.“Draowillkeepaneyeonher.”

“I’dratherkeepaneyeonyou.”He’dpromisedhimselfhewouldn’tdoit,beauseHarrydoesnotowehimanything,hedoesnotbelongtohim,andanyways,savingthedayisasmuhapartofHarryashislightningboltsar.Selfsarifiingtendeniesarejustoneofthosethingsyouhavetoputupwithifyoupnonaringforhim.“’tyouletsomeoneelsedoit?”

Hedoesn’tsayhaven’tyoudoneenough,whihiswhathe’dbeenthinkingsineHarryfirstannounedthathewasgoingtobegoingafterthesepeople.FinishwhatDumbledorehadstarted,andallthat.

“I’mgoingtobefine.”Harry’sgothishandedaroundDrao’snek,thetwoofthemfaetofaewithonlyinhesbetweenthem.HethinksofhowitmirrorsthegoodbyeseneHermioneandRonhadgonethroughonlyafewminutesearlierandstepsaway.“It’snotlikethesttime.”

“It’sworse.”Draotuggedonhishands,tryingtokeepHarry’sattentionfousedonhim.“Thistimethey’vegotnothingtolose.”

Andtheydon’t.Noneofyou-know-who’soldsupportersdo,they’rejustontherunfromtheministryandtryingtoregainsomeofthepowertheyusedtohave.Forthem,they’reonlyhoiesaretokeeprunningandhopetofindsomeonewholetsthemwtheirwaybakintopower,orgotoAzkaban.Drao’sgotafeelingtheywouldratheritbethefirsthoie,andtheywouldn’tmindmurderingafewkidstodoit.

“I’mgoingtobefine.”Harry’seyessearharosshisfae,andDraolooksaway,notwantingtohimtoseehowworriedheis.“Ipromise.”

Don’tmakepromisesyouan’tkeep,hethinks,andthendeideshe’lltakewhatreassuraneheanget.

“It’sabunhofDurmstrangrebels,”Ginnysaid,smilingsoftlyatDrao.She’sprobablyhadtobethegirlleftbehindonetoomanytimes,andknowsexatlyhowthisfeels.“We’llbebakbymidnight.”

Bakbymidnight.

Whatabunhofbloodyliars.

Draobelievesthematfirst,beauseLunahadtoldhimthatGinnywasverypromptandthatthesethingsnormallygoveryquikly,sohesitsbesideherandlistenstoherdroneonaboutthehangesshe’smakingtotheQuibbler(whih,withoutherfather’sinfluene,isnottheloadofhorseshititusedtobe),staringatthelokthewholetime.Hewathestheminutehand,andthenthehour,asitgetsloserandlosertotwelveo’lok.

Andthentwelveomes,andHarrydoesnot.Oneomes,andHarrydoesnot.Onethirty,andLunaisbeginningtolookarmedattheferoityhewasshowingwhilepaingaroundtheroom.

“They’regoingtobebak,youknow.”Lunaisentirelyalm.Draoisstartedtogetthesmallestofsuspiionsthatitwashimthatneededtheompany,nother,andGinnyhadknownit.Hehatedwhenpeopletrytobenietohim.“Thingsomeup.”

“Things?”Heroundedonher,intendingtobullyheroversomethingthatwasn’therfaultlikeheusedto,butthenhetakesinhertrustingfaeandwideeyesandan’tbringhimselftodoit,whihisashame.Itwouldhavemadehimfeelbetter.“Whatthings,exatly?”

Lunashrugs.“Peopledon’talwaysliketoooperatewhenthey’rebeingarrestedformurder.”Whih,okay,fair,butnotagoodenoughexpnation,beauseDraowasstillonotingimagesofHarrybleedingoutonthegroundsomewhereandDraonevergettingthehanetotellhimgoodbye,orsorry,orhowgratefulhewasthatHarrystoodupthatdayattheministry.ButthenLunayankshimawayfromhisworryentirelybysuggestingtheymakeaake.

“Whythebloodyhellwouldwemakeaake?”

Hestaresather.Forthemostpart,DraohasbeomeusedtotheideathatLunadoesnotseethingsthewaythateveryoneelsedoes,buthedidn’tseehowookingwouldimprovethesituation.

“Ginny’salwayshungryafterthesesortsofthings.”Shewavedherhandintheair,likethesesortsofthingswereasompliatedandworrisomeasatwoadayQuiddithpratie.“Ithinkit’sahootesortofnight.”

Draostopstostareather,andthenrealizesthatmaybehedoesn’twanttoturnherlooseinhisspotlesskithen.Andalsothatmaybehedoesn’twanttojustkeepsittinginhereallbyhimself.

“Yeah,alright.”Heheaveshimselfofftheouh.“ButIpikthefrosting.”

WhenHarrydoesfinallystumbleinthedoor,Drao’ssoau

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