“Harry.”

Drao’seyesaresad,andHarrydidn’twantthat,thatwastheexatoppositeofwhathewanted.“Imean,”Heforesaugh.“Whatkindofpretentiousassholebuildsahouselikethisandthinks,yes,I’mgoingtoneedtoholdsomeprisonersaptiveforabit,betterbuildanoldfashioneddungeon?”

“Itwasaveryoldhouse.”Apparentlytheywerepyingtheirgameofpretendingthateverythingwasfine.“Maybethatwasthefashionbakthen.”

“Thefashion?”

“Yeah,youknow,like…”Hewasastingaroundforwords,foranydistration.“Likethepointlessnessofyourunle’sfakefirepe?Likethatkindofthing.”

Harrysnorted,andmaybethereminderofhisunleandthememoriesinthisroomanelledeahotherout,beausesuddenlyhefeltbetter.Twoivesmakingapositive.

“It’sugly,whateveritwas.”HereahesoutahandtoDraoandisrelievedwhenhetookit.“Let’sgetoutofhere.”

Drao

Maybehehadn’tthoughtthisthrough.

Itwouldhavebeenonethingtoomehereonhisown,putthingsbakinorder,trytogetitreadytobehabitableagain.ItwasquiteanothertobringHarryhere,Harrywhohadalmostdiedhere,whowasheldaptiveandlistenedtohisbestfriendbetortured,whoesapedwithseondstospare,whihDraopaidthepriefor.TherewasenoughbadmemorieswithoutmakingHarrywanttopunhhimwitheveryturnofthehouse.

“Youneedtogoanywhereelse?”Harryappearedathisshoulderlikehewaspoppingoutofthinair,hisvoiesoloudDraohalfexpetedthedusttofallfromtheeiling.Nothinghappens,exeptsomeratssurryawayfromthem,andDraofeelssik.

“No.”Hehearshimselfsayitbutdoesn’trememberdeidingto.Therinhisearswastooloud.“Ijustneedsomeair.”

Hepushesawayfromhimandoutwhatusedtobeawindowbutisnowjustarumblingholeinthewall.Hetripsoverahunkofmarblebutkeepsgoing,outintothedampgrassthathasgrownintotanglesuptohisknees,sinkingdownintotheground,tiltinghisheadbaktostareupatthesky.

“When’sitgoingtogetbetter?”He’snotsurewhohe’syellingat.DraoneverhadbelievedinGod,butyouhadtobmesomethingwhenyourlifehasthislevelofshitinit,andheseemslikeagoodapersonasany.“Huh?Whenareyouevergoingtoletmehavesomepeae?”

Hereahesoutbesidehimandfindsahunkofstone,andthenarystal,pieesofhishousethattheyhadblowntokingdomome,andit’sthefirsttimethatherealizesitwasnottheiriigationthatmadehishouselookthewayitdoes.Itwaspeople,peoplewhowerehurtingandangryandafraid,whostayedaftertheirshiftandbstedthispeapartpieebypieeandwatheditallraindownintoruins.

Itwasahouse,hethoughsavagely.Areallygoodhouse.Thehelldiditeverdotoyou?

Hewantstostayouthereforever,keepursingatthestars,maybeburnthewholethingdownandhimselfwithit.Burnthewholeworlddownjusttoprovethatheould.Buthedoesn’t,beauseHarryisstillthere,walkingarossthewnlikehehadn’tnotiedDrao’stantrumandsittingdownbesidehim,nevermindthatthegroundwassowetitwouldsoakthroughhisjeans.

“Weouldfixitbakup.”Harry’stappinghiswandagainsthisknee,andDraohastoputhishandonhiswristtostophimfromburningaholethroughhisjeans.“I’mgoodatfixingthings.”

“IthoughtIwouldwantto.”Thatwastheotherthingthatwasb,thesenseofwrongthatamefromwalkingthroughthehouse,howeverypartofhimwassreamingathimjusttoboarditallupandthrowawaythekey.“ButIdon’t.”

“Courseyoudon’t,it’sgotratsinit.”Harrystillwasn’thearinghim.Helikedtofixthings,Harrydid,andthiswasthebiggestprojetheouldpossiblyuake.“Butweanfixthat,too.”

“No,Imean.”Drao’sryingandughingatthesametime,leaningintoHarryforsupport,andevenwitheverything,hestillhastimetowonderhowtheyaren’tdatingyet.“Idon’twantto.Like,Ianimaginenothingmorelikelytomakemewanttostabmyeyeballsout.”

“Oh.”

Yeah.Oh.“IthoughtI’dwalkinhereandfixitupandwhentheyearended,I’domebakherewithmotherandeverythingwouldbethesame.Butit’snotthesame.Nothingis.Notyou,notmyfamily,notthishouse.Anddefinitelynotme.”

They’rebothquietforamoment.

“Movingonisn’tsobad.Buthangingonisn’tompletelyterrible,either.”Harrystoodup,andtheyfaedthatrumblingpetogether,ahousethatheannolongerallhishome.“Wedon’thavetodeidenow.”

“Iwanttoburnitdown.”Draodeides,andhefeelsbetterwithapn.“Buildsomethingelseinhispe.Somewherehenevertouhed.”

“Orweouldkeepit.JustneedsalittleTLbsp;Harrygrinsdownathim,makingDraonotieforthefirsttimethathewasoffiiallytheshorterone.“Butwhateverwe—you—deide,I’llbethereeverystepoftheway.Youwon’tbedoingitalone.”

“Together,huh?”They’vestillgottheirhandslinkedtogether.“Ilikethesoundofthat.”

“Yeah.”Harrysqueezeshishand,andtheyareoff,pikingtheirwaythroughthetallgrass,goinghome,eventhoughsuddenly,Draowantstostay.Toshowhimthebalonythatlethimlookoutovertheoldwood,totakehimouttotheoldfountain,showhimthetreehousethatDobbyhadmagikedtogetherforhissixthbirthday.Thegoodthings,buttherewouldbetimeforthatter.

Chapter24

Harry

Hean’tsayno.

He’striedtothinkofwaystosaynowithoutlosingfaeeversinehegottheowl.Andtheowlafterthat.Andtheowlafterthatone,allofthemformallyrequestinghispreseneattheministryeventthatwasgoingtobeelebratingtheoffiialstartofKingsley’stimeinoffieandwhere

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