“IthinkIloveit.”Harrybreathesout,runninghisfingersoverthesmoothoakmantleabovethefirepebeforepushingawayandirlingthroughtherestoftherooms—thediningroomwiththebigoverheadskylight,thetwobedroomsupstairs,thewindingstairaseandthetinykithen,finallypushingthroughthesreendoorandstandingoutontheporh,faingtowardstheBurrowwithabiggrinonhisfae.

Draogiveshimamoment,andthenfollows.Hedoesn’thavetosayanything,beausethesreendoorssquealsandsqueaks,announinghispresene.Itwastheonlydoor,atthemoment.DraohadthoughtthatwouldmakeHarryfeelbetter,theknowledgethatsomeoneouldnotsneakinwithoutsomerealeffort.

“Therearemorebuildingsthatomewiththeproperty,ifyouwanttolookatthem.”Draowaveshishandtoenompasstheareabehindthem,towardstheelrandtheshedandgreenhouse,apparentlyeverythingthatoneouldneedforproperountrylife.Itisn’treallyhisstyle,butDraoouldgetusedtoit.Wasalreadygettingusedtoit,ifhewasbeingho.“Orweouldjustletthemgo,tearthemdown,itdoesn’tmatteronewebuythem.”

Hedoesnotthinktwieaboutthewe.IfthisiswhereHarrywanted,itwaswhereDraowouldgo.

“Idon’thavetolook,Ialreadyknowit’sperfet,”Harrysays,anditouldhavebeenperfetforDrao,too,ifhewouldhavejuststoppedtalking.“Ofourse,youhavetolookatpes,too.Weneedtofindsomepethatyouwanttobeat,”andsuddenly,Draoouldnotbreathe,beausetheideaofgoingsomewherethatHarrywasnotwasnotinthepns.

Butpnshange.

Draoshouldbeusedtothatbynow.

“Right,”Hesays,andthesmiledoesnotevenslipfromhisfae,thatishowgoodhehasbeomeatpretending.“Ofourse.”

Thewordsfollowhimthroughtheafternoonandmostofthenight,untilHarrywasgonetobedtoathuponmissedsleepandDraofindshimselfaloneinfrontofthefirepe,wathingthefmesleapandwhither,wishinghewasn’tsomuhofaoward,wishingheouldgoupandrawlintobedbesidehimwithoutseondguessinghispethere,justthisone.

Therewasapitureofthetwoofthemonthemantle,armsedaroundeahother,rightinbetweenalltheotherpituresofpeoplethatHarryhaddeemedimportant—ofHarryandRonandHermione,familypituresoftheWeasleys,hismother,hisfather,RemusandTonks,abunhofbabyTeddy,evensomeofamanthatDraonowknowstobeSiriusBk,bakwhenhewasyoungandthedementorshadnotyetfoundtheirwaytohim.Bakbeforehewasruined.

Thatwashispiture.Andoverthere,onthebookshelf,werehisbooks.Andonthetablebesidehimwashisfavoritemug,andabHermionehadknittedhimwasthrownoverthehair,andthere,even,bakbythehallwaywasanoldsweaterthrownoverapairofshoesthathehadabandoned.Pieesofhimwereeverywhere.Hebelongedhere.Helivedhere.This,here,withHarry,washishome.

Hedidn’tmeanitlikeyou’rethinking,Draothinks,tryingtoalmhimselfdown,thinkingthathereallyshouldjustgoupandydownwithHarryjustsoheouldquietthedoubtreepingupinsidehim.Howouldhe?You’retogether,always,hesaidso.

Itmakessense,whathe’stellinghimself,butsodoesthedoubt.

Theygobaktotheottagetheday,thistimewithanagent,whohasthemtalkaboutitonesttimetomakesurethattheyareertainthatthisisthepeforthem(she’salittlemiffed,Draothinks,thatshehastwoextremelywealthylientsrightinfrontofherandthisiswhattheyendupbuying)andshowsthemwheretosign.Quillinhand,Harrylookshappierthanhehadinawhile,likeheisfinallybeingfreed.

“There.”HedotshisinitialsdownontheverystlineandsmilesupatDrao,igntherealtorandherattemptstodissuadehimonemoretime,showhimafewofthemansionsandtownhouses,stillnotgettingthismanandhisse.“Allgood,yeah?”

Allgood,iswhatDraowantstosay,butthewordsannotquitelearhisthroatbeausetheydonotseemallthattrue,beausetoreallybeallgoodhewouldhavetoaskHarrythequestionthathasbeenburningup,hewouldhavetoknowforsurethathehadapehere.

“Perfet,Harry.”DraoreahesouttotakehishandandHarryletshim,standsuptomeethimforakiss,thefirstkissinthisnewhouse,realtorbedamned.“Absolutelyperfet.”

Theyspendalotoftimeinthehousethatday,ombingthroughit,hekingwhatneedstobedoneandwhatanstay,deidinghowmanyoftheirthingsfromGrimmauldPeshouldomewiththem.

“None.”Harrydeidesitforthebothofthem,lookingaroundtheemptyroomsandshakingdustofftheabandonedurtains.“It’sgoingtobeanewstart,Drao.Anentirelynewhome.”

Draoagrees,butreally,asmuhashehateditinthebeginning,hewouldmissGrimmauldPe.It’sadrearyoldthing,butheouldnothateit,notwhenitwastheonlythingthathadsparedhimfromaprisonell,andnotwhenitwaswhereheandHarryfoundtheirwaytoeahother.Heknowsthatyouhavetomoveontomoveforward,buthedoesnotwanttosrubitoutoftheirlivesjustyet,justwhenthingsweregoingsogood.

Thetwoofthemtakeatourtogether,andHarrybabbleson,aboutlettingDraohoosetheartworktogoonthewallsthroughthehallways,andhowtheyouldputpitureframesuponthewallalongthestairs.HetalksaboutexpandingthediningroomsoalltheWeasleysanfit,beausenowthathehasarealhomehewantstohavethemover,andgoesoutintothegreenhousewiththebrokenroofandrottingsupportbeams,talksaboutpnningtomendit,saysthathemighttakeupgardening.

Theentirehouseisaprojet,somethingtokeep

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