“Notthistime,”Draosaid,holdinghimonthisdingykithenfloor,hopingheistellingthetruth.“It’sover.”

“I’vethoughtthatsomanytimes.”Harrywasbreakingunderhhishands,hisomposurerumbling,andforthefirsttimesineHarryhadknownhim,helookedtired,tiredandyoungandsmall.“Somanytimes,Ithinkit’sdone,thatI’vewon,thatweanallrestandbesafeandnoonehastohurtanymore,butthenIturntheornerandthere’sjustanotherthingtofight.Iamsotiredoffighting.”

“Thendon’t.”Draowasalmostintears.“time,don’tfight.Letsomeoneelsedoit,anyoneelse,thisisn’tyourjobanymore,Harry!”

“Thenwho’sgoingto?”Hisbreathingwasragged,hiseyesblurredwithtears.“It’sonlyeverbeenme.Meandthisfight,it’sallI’veeverknown,andifit’sgone—ifit’sreally,reallygoneDrao,forgood—whatamIthen?”Hespitsthewordout.“Nothing.Youan’tbeaherowhentherearenobadguystofight.”

“Youdon’thavetobeanything.Youdon’thavetobeahero.YoujusthavetobeHarry.”Draohadtoldhimthisbefore,hadspentnightssittingwithhisbaktotheheadboardandHarry’sheadinhisp,tryingtoonvinehimthatitwasokaytotakethistimetofindhimself,thatitwasalrightifhespenttherestofhislifedoingnothingbuttryingtomakehimselfhappy,really,afterallhehadgivenandallhehadlost.“That’senoughforme.”

Whyan’titbeenoughforyou,hethinks,butthenHarryisheavinginagreatshudderingbreathandshakingouthishair,straighteningbakupwithawaterysmile.“Thisisstupid,”hesays,wavinghishandsaroundatthemessaroundthem,perhapstalkingabouthisbreakdownormaybejusttalkingabouthislifeingeneral.“I’mjusttired.”

“Thenlet’sgotobed.”Draostandsupandtowelsfalldownaroundhimashemoves,holdingoutahandtoHarry.

Harrystaresupathim.“Butyousaid—thetowels?”

“Bed,Harry.”Hewaveshishandathimagain,insistent.“Thingswilllookbetterinthem.”

Draokeepslookingforasignthatanotherbreakdownmightbeontheway,butforallisandpurposes,itwaslikeHarrydoesn’trememberwhathehadsaidonthenightofthenapkins.Atually,heseemstogooutofhiswaytoavoidit,throwinghimselfintotheweddingpnningwithaferoitytorivalMrs.Weasley.It’sintenseenoughthatevenLunanoties.

“Itisverynieofhimtodothis.Healwayswassuhaniefriend.”SheiswathingHarryhelpGinny’smeasurementswithadeterminedlookonhisfae,ughingwhenshedemandshimtorehekitallforathirdtime,justinase.“ButIdidn’teverthinkthathewasthatintoparties.”

“Tobefair,itisn’taparty.”IfDraowasgoingtoonfideinanybodyabouttheoion,itwouldbeLuna,buthedidn’tfeelrightaboutit.“It’sawedding.”

“Istheremuhdifferene?”Lunadidn’tseemtobethatbotheredbytheideaoftheimpendingdate,whihwasonlyweeksaway,seeingastheybothwanteditdonebeforesheheadedbaktoHogwartsinthefallforarepeatofherfinalyear.Tehnially,shehadgraduated,butMGonagallhadderedtheoptionforrepeatyearsavaibleforanyonewhothoughtthatthestyearortwooftheireduationwasunsatisfatoryfortheirneeds.UnlikeGinny,whowasbeomingmorefrantiwitheahday,Lunasimplystatedwhatshewantedandthenstukwithit,andGinnyiablyagreed.“Theleanupforbothisextremelymessy.”

Draoopenedhismouthtoargue,andthenlosedit,beausereally,sometimesoionswithhertookmoreenergythanheknewwhattodowith.

“Oi,Drao!”Ginnywavedhimover,andheame,dreadingthenewtaskthatheandHermionewouldbeassignedwith.Drao’ssortofabridesmaid,thoughhe’shopingthatLunadoesn’tdemandthathewearsadress.“Whatdoyouthinkofthenewolorsheme?Lunapikedit.”

Itwasblueandpink,bothinterriblygarishshades,andbothwouldshterriblywithGinny’shair.Arosstheroomfromthem,Fleurwaslookingveryross,beauseshehadbeentryingtopawnoffsomeofthepreviouslyruinedandnowrepaireddeorationsthatwouldhavebeenusedattheendofherownweddingreeption,haditnotbeeninterruptedbythedeatheatertakeoveroftheministry,andLunahadsaidthatshewouldneverhavesomethingsoshinyatherownwedding,thatitwouldattrattoomanymagialbugsthatnooneintheroomhadheardofbefore.

“Don’tworry.”Heouldfeelaheadaheswellingupbehindhistemples.Nowthathispotionswerewindingdown,hewasdesperatelyinneedofaprojet,buthethinksheouldhavefoundaneasierone.“I’lltalktoher.”

Theygethomete,aftertheolorshemehadmadeitsfinalhangetoolorsthatwerelesspainfultotheeyes,aftertheyhadonvinedLunatomakeanappoitobefittedforanatualweddingdress,andafterGinnyhadpikedaakeandhargedDraowiththetaskofgoingtoorderit.AndGodhelpyouifthere’sasinglefrostedroseoutofpe,shehadsaid,whihwasmuhlessfrighteningthanhemighthavefounditafewmonthsagobutstillworrisome.

“Merlin,anyoubelieveallthat?”Harrywasyankinghisjumperupoverhisheadwhilewalkingatthesametime,andhestumbledoverthekithenhairthathehadleftpushedoutintheentranethatm,thenwalkingonlikehehadn’t.“Bloodyhell,there’ssomuh,andhandwritteninvitations,lord,I’llbestuffingallthoseintoenvelopesforhourswhileyouwritethem,won’tI?”Hisheadpopsintosightagainandhesmiles.“GoodthingIlikeyousomuh.”

Draoisn’tsurewhyithitshimatthatmoment,really,butashe’slookingathim,itourstohimthathereallyhadmeantwhathehadsaidtheothernight.This,evenifHarryreallyhadmovedonfrombeingahero,w

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