Butnowitwasalldifferent.Now,theywerebothintransition,withDraobeingafreemanwhodoesn’tneedtoreporthiswhereaboutstotheministryandHarrylookingtoleaveeverythingaboutthewarbehind,newareerpnandnewboyfriendandnewhouse.It’snotabadthing,exeptforthefatthattwentyminutesbefore,Harrydidn’thavetothinkaboutaskingDraoifhewasomingwithhimtothenewhouse.Therewasneveranyneedfordisussion.

Nowtherewas.Now,DraowasfreetostayinthishouseorgobuyhimselfanewoneorgolivewithhismotherorGeeorLuna,orevenapparatetotheothersideoftheworldandnevertalktoanyofthem.Now,therewasnosafetyoftheroutine,noguaranteesthatDraowouldwanttogowithhimatall.

(Andofourse,thatmakesHarryonsiderthequestionofhowmuhofthiswasbyhoieandhowmuhwasbyobligation,like,yes,Harry,let’slookatahousetobuildourfutureinthatmeetsallthesespeifisandI’mnotprotesting,butI’mnotprotestingbeauseyou’retheonewhodeideswherewegoandsomelittlepieeofpaperthewizengamotjudgefilledoutmonthsagoinsiststhatIhavetofollow,likeitornot.Longdistanedatinggetsharderwhenyou’redoingitfromaellinAzkaban,afterall.)

“IjusttalkedtoHermione.ShesaidsheandRonanbeattheLeakyCauldronateight,whihgivesyouandIatleastanhourtoelebrate,timethatIanspendthankingyouproperlyforalltheworkthatyoudidtogetme—”DraopausesrightinthemiddleofhissenteneandthesmileslipsoffhisfaeatthesightofHarry.Hedoesn’tlookupset,justonfused,likeheannotimaginewhyHarrywouldnotbejumpingforjoyandmakinghisownroundofans,thoughwhoDraothoughthewouldbeallingwhenallwasavaiblewasthemugglephone,hewouldn’tknow.MaybeDudley,butHarryneverdidtellhimDraowastehniallyariminal.“Everythingalright?”

“Yeah.”There’savoieinhisheadtellinghimthathoyisthebestoption.Thatommuniationiskeyinhealthyretionships,andmaybetheyshouldsitdownsoHarryantalkabouthisfeelings.ItsoundsabitlikeHermione.Butthere’salsoavoiethatsoundsabitlikeSeamus,ofallpeople,ehoingasefromtheirsixthyear,sayingthatnowwasnotthetimetoworryaboutstupidthingslikethat.“Everything’sperfet.”

Chapter35

Drao

It’sastrangething,beomingokayagain.

Atthetime,Draohadn’tnotiedhowmuhtimeandenergygointonotbeingokay,whereheputsallhisenergyintoragingagainstmonstersthatonlyexistedinhisheadandpushingpastroadbloksthatwereonlyinhiswaybeausehehadbeentheonetopehimthere.Forthepasttwoyears,rightfromthemomenthisfatherwassenttojail,allhehadbeenthinkingaboutwasputtingthepieesofhislifebaktogether,thinkingonlyofwhathehadtodoinordertogethimselftothepointwhereheouldlookinthemirrorandfeellikethepersonstaringbakathimatuallyseemedliketheyhadturnedoutalright.

Asawhole,thepeoplewhowentthroughthewarhadspentalotoftimetogethertryingtoreahthepointwhereDraoisurrentlyat.Theonlythingwas,nooneeverthoughttotellhimhowharditwouldbe,walkingthroughlifelikeyouneedsomeone’spermissiontobehealthyandwholeagain,alwayswaitingforthemomentwherethegroundmightbepulledoutfromunderyourfeet.

(It’slike,thereweretheseholes,inhisheartandhismindandhisbody,andDraohadspentthesepastmonthsgivingeverythinghehadintofillingthembakup,andherehewas,withallhismetaphorialpotholespathedoverwithbrandnewement.Inhisheadheknowsitisagoodthing,butitisalsoastrangething,tohaveallthistime,tokeepexpetingtofallbakintooldpatternsandbadhabits,tohavetokeepremindinghimselfitwasokaytobeokay.)

“You’rehappier,right?”Harryhadaskedhim,oneofthosenightswhereheaughtDraostaringathimselfinthemirror,pokingatasmatteringofsarsandpokmarksthattraildownhisside.“Now?Withme?”

“ThisisthehappiestI’veeverbeen,”Draohadsaid,andhedidn’tevenhavetolie,andhissmilewasnotupanyoldghostswhenheturnedbaktohim.He’dbefine,really.Allhehadtodowaskeepmoving,keepbusy,justenoughthatthepastdoesn’thavethespaetosqueezebakintoDrao’slife.

It’sthis,morethananythingelse,thatmakeshimvolunteerwhenGinnywasompiningabouttheoverwhelmingamountofworkthathadtobedonebeforethewedding.

“Imean,it’smental.Mental!Whothoughtupwiththisstuff?”TheywereattheBurrow,herombatbootoveredfeetthrownupontheoffeetableandasteamingupofteainherhand.“Youhavetothinkaboutfood,andthepeople,andtheolorsheme,andflowers,andwheretoputeveryone,soI’mgoingtohavetorentapebeauseIan’thaveithereotherwiseeveryonewilljustompareittoFleurandBill’s,andMerlin’sbeard,doyouhaveanyideahowmuhaweddingdressosts?Andwehavetobuytwoofthem!”

“Well,”Hermionesaidtentatively,reasonably.“It’syourwedding,youdon’thavetohaveallthatifyoudon’twantit.”

“Oh,Iwantit.”Ginny’seyeswidenedinarm.“It’sjustthatit’sallsobloodyhardtomyheadaround.”

Ginnywasgoodatalotofthings.Shewasgoodatfighting,andatQuiddith,andalmingGeedown.Shewasgoodathealing,evenifherspellshurtmorethanLuna’swhentheyreptoveryourskin.Shewasagoodookandagoodfriendandgoodperson,butshewasnotgoodatanizinganeventlikethis.Lukyforher,Draowas.

“Iouldhelp.”Bothgirlslookedoverather.Fromherseatinthearmhair,Lunasmiledvaguely,likeshereognizedthathehadsaidsome

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