Draoshouldhaveprobablyknowtoletitgo,thatGeewaswthroughsomethings,buttalkingtoHarry’sfriendswaslikepikingyourwaythroughaminefield—mostpeswereperfetlysafe,butonewrongstepandyoufindyourworldinpiees.

“Whynot?”

“Whatdoyoumeanwhynot?”Hegestureswildlyatthesideofhisheadwiththebottle,attheshinymessoftissuewhereanearusedtobe.“Ilostmyear.Ilostmybrother.Whatmoredoyouwantfromme?”AndofourseitwouldbeaboutFred,everythingthathashappenedwithGeeoverthepastyearhasbeenaboutFred.

“Youdon’thavetostopjustbeausehe’snothere.”

Hemeantthattobe.

(Atually,sraththat,hedidn’tmeanittobe,hewasjustthinkingaboutthefmesandGoyle,andSnapebeingdeadandhailedasaherowithoutonewordtothepeoplelikeDraowhowouldatuallymournhim,andhisfatherinAzkabanwhowouldbehorrifiedtoseehowhissonturnedout,abouthowheouldnotstopjustbeausetheyaregone,andthenthatfelloutofhismouth.)

“YouthinkI’maoward,”Gee’svoiewassoftandquiet,andDraowasforiblyremindedthathewasRon’sbrother,beauseitseemedlikealltheWeasleyboyswouldliketopunhtheirfeelingsinsteadofwthroughthem.Draowouldadmireit,ifitdidn’tkeepmeaningthathefoundhimselfthrownupagainstthewallwiththeirfistsinhesfromhisfae,handsraisedinsurrenderandtryingtofixwhateverhehadbroken.“ThatIshouldneverhavewalkedaway.”

“Idon’tthinkanything.”Therewasarowdaroundthem,allthesemuggleswathingwithworriedfaes,andallofthemonGee’sside.“Really,man.Whatever’sgoingonwithyou,it’soolwithme.”

Geesnarlsathim,faetwistedinawaythatmakesDraothinkhe’sabouttory,andthenshovesaway,stalkingoutthedoor.Draopauseslongenoughtothrowmoneyonthebarandthenhasesafterhim,ignthepeoplewhotellshimheshouldletitgo.

Itdoesn’ttakelongtofindGee,whodidn’tgetveryfar.Hehadonlyturnedtheorner,andnowhewashunhedoverbehastreetlight,handsonhisknees.Helookedlikehewasabouttobesik.

“Areyouhavingapaniattak?”Astupidquestion,beausehewas,andevenstupiderbeauseeventhoughHermionewasfthemalltoreadupontheirpartiurtraumas,knowingthelingoandknowinghowtohelparen’tthesamethings.

Geedoesn’tanswer,justwipeshismouthwiththebakofhishandandstoodup.“Iwasgoingtokikyourass.”

“Youwouldn’thave.”

(Lie.It’seasiertofeelowhenthey’retenfeetapart,butbakthere,withthetensionrunninghighandnoonemovingtostopit,hewasso,sodead.)

“I’vepunhedyoubefore.”Gee’smouthtwithedintoasmileashesaidit,andDraohadanunomfortablefshofhimurledontheground,tryingtoprotethimself,GeeandHarry’sfistsflying.Ithadhurtquitealot.

“Ideservedit.”

“Yeah.”Geesaid,smiling,andtherewasfivenessinthatsylble,enoughsothatwhenhesankdowntositontheurb,Draothoughtitwassafetoomeandsitbesidehim.“Youreallywereaprat.”

Draohokedonaugh,feelingbetterthanhehadallnight.“Imeantit,though.Aboutnotthinkinganythingaboutyounotfighting.”Hewaswadingbakintogerousterritory,beauseapparentlyDraodoesn’thaveanyselfpreservationskills.“You’vedoneenough.”

Geesighed,floppedbakontothesidewalksohewaslyingftonhisbak.“TrytellingthattoHarry.”

“Trustme,”Hesays,thinkingofgoingbak,ofgettingthefirstaidsuppliesreadyandstaringfromtheloktothedoorandbakagain,fhimselftostayawakeuntilHarryomeshome.“I’mdoingmybest.”

Chapter22

Harry

Hewakestosreams.

Foramoment,Harryan’tfigureoutwheretheyareomingfrom.Heknowsthishouseissafe—Hermionehadensuredit,andhisountlesshekingofeverylokandornerandreviemeantthattherewasnowaysomeoneouldsneakinunnotied.TherewasnoVoldemorttohaseafterhim,nodementorsleehingawayhishappiness,novengefuldeatheaterslurkingintheshadowstopayhimbakforwhathehaddonetotheirmaster.

Still,thatdoesn’tstophimfromthrowingbaktheoversandgrabbingathiswandinamatterofseonds,sprintingdowntheorridortowardsDrao’sroom,towardsthesreams,readytofightoffwhatevermightbehurtinghim.

Onlythere’snothingthere.

There’sonlyDrao,sittingupwiththesheetspooledaroundhishipsandhishandspullingonhishair,bentoveratthewaist,takinginbreathsthatweresoraggedthattheysoundedlikeithurt,tearsstreamingdownhisfaeashetriestoalmhimselfdown.AndnowtherewasHarry,whohadthrewthedooropensoharditatuallyrakedthewallbehindhim,standingtherejuststaringatDrao,withwandluthedinhishandandaurseathislips.

“What?”Draowasonthedefensiveinawaythathehadn’tbeenforalongtime,maybesinethefirstnightheamehere,butHarrysupposesbeingaughtinamomentsovulnerablewouldauseanyonetothrowtheirwallsbakup.Still,hedoesn’twantittoturnintoafight,notwhenthingswerejustseemingtosettleintosolidground.

“Nothing.”Harryrealizesheisstillpointinghiswandandlowershisarm.Ittakesanotieableefforttoslidehiswandbakintohispoketandstoplookingintotheornersforaninvisibleenemy,anextremeforeofwilltoremindhimselfthateverythingisokay,thattheyaresafe,thatDraoishereandwhole,evenifheisn’tompletelyhappy.“Ijust—”

Justwhat?JustheardyoursreamsandthoughtI’domerunningtosaveyoulikePrineCharming,andthenyouwouldthrowyourselfintomyarmsa

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