“MaybeIshould.”Heturnstoleave,andthenhesitates,beausehedoesnothavetobeafraidanylonger.“ButIouldomebak.Later.Whenyou’vehadsometimetogetusedtotheideaof.”

Whenyou’vehadmoretimetobealone,iswhatheissaying.Whenyourealizethatyoureallydomissme.

Draowaitsamoment,buthisfatherdoesnotanswer.Andthat’sokay.Draoisn’ttheonethatneedssomeonetoareabouthim.

Chapter41

Harry

Theyarepakinguptoleave.

Hean’tbelieveit,holy.Eventhoughhehadbeentheonetosignthepapersfortheottage,apartofhimmusthavethoughtthatitwastoogoodtobeomereality,likehehadbeenlivinginhalfadaydreamforthesepastfewweeks.Harryhadspentsolonglivingalifewherehappyendingsareentthathemusthavebeenonstantlypreparinghimselffortheothershoetodrop,butnow,withonlyafewdaysuntilthemoveindate(andbeforeLunaandGinny’swedding)hefinallyisabletoaeptthathemightbegettinghishappyending.

“That’sitthen.”TherewasaloudrippingsoundasDraotapedoverthetopofthebox,lookingaroundthelivingroom.Hedespiseddoingthingsthemuggleway,butdespitehowmanytimeshehadtried(andMerlin,hadhetried,allstnight,thetapetwistingandbunhingandsometimesgettingsoedaroundDraothatHarryhadtoomeuthimoutofit),heouldn’tlevitatethetapedispenserinawaytogetittoylyoverthefoldsofthebox.“Didwegeteverything?”

“Ithinkso.”Draopikeduphisnotebookandleafedthroughituntilhefoundtherightpage.Hehadmadelistsforeveryroominthehouse.WhenRonsawit,hehadgivenalowwhistleandsaidthatitwasashamethatDraoandHermionehadn’tbeenfriendsbakinshool.Imaginethestudyshedules,Hehadmutteredwhentheirbakswereturned,andHarrythoughtthatthatwasagoodenoughreasonforthetwoofthemtoneverhavebeenallowedinthesameroomtogetherbakinshool,hadtheynothatedeahother.“Atothelist.”

“Andthelistisalwaysright.”Harrytuggedthenotebookoutofhishandandthrewitdownonthetable,distratinghimwithakiss,beauseifhedoesn’theadthisoffbeforeitstarts,Draowillspendtheeveninghekingandrehekingandrehekingtherehek,whimselfintosuhastatethatHarryhastorunthrougheverythingtheyhadpakedbeforeheanwalkawayfromtheboxes.“Itseemssmaller,now.Allpakedup.”

Thewholehousedid,really.HarryhadthoughtaboutturningitovertotheministrylikeDraohadsuggestedinthebeginning,turnitintosomesortofmuseum,buthedeidedagainstit,beausehedidnotthinkthatSiriuswouldhavelikedthat.Hisgodfather,whohadspenthiswholelifewantingnothingmorethantobreakfreeofthispe,wouldhavewantedtostrikeamathandburnthewholepedownhimself.Itfeltlikethebestwaytohonorhim,makingsurethatGrimmauldPedieswiththeoneswhohadlivedinit.

(Inaway,walkingawayfromthishousefeltlikethefinalatofsayinggoodbyetoallthoseghostshehadbeenafraidoffaing.Thefirststeptowthroughthegriefhehadignored,wherehewalksthroughroomsinthehouseandgreetsmemorieslikeoldfriends—ofSirius,ofFred,ofMadEye,Remus,Tonks,evenDobby,likethishousewasthebadpartsofthosememories,theraw,bloodypartsthatarestillsabbingover,andoneHarrywalksoutofthispeforgood,thememorieswilleasetheirahing,turnbittersweetinsteadofthewhitehotburningtheyarenow.)

That’snottosayit’sbeeneasy.JustasthehousehadfoughtagainsttheleaningrewbakinHarry’sfifthyear,itwasfightingagainstthemnow,likeitouldsensethatwhenHarryandDraodragtheirboxesoutthedoor,itwouldbeshutin,lefttofallintoderelitionanddisrepair.Harryhadpikeduptherusadeagainstitsmanyroomsalloveragain,andtogether,heandDraohadtorntheheadsofhouseelvesfromthewall(theyburiedthemintheruinsoftheMalfoygarden,beauseHarryouldnotstandtheatofjustthrowingtheminthegarbagelikeRonhadurgedthemto,notunderKreaher’swathfuleyeandHermione’sgre),brokenintoboardeduplosetstoleartheshelvesofanythinggerous,andsealeduptheelrforgood,untilitwasnothingbutanold,reakinghousewithnothinglefttooffertheworld.

Evenifhetriedtosell,Harrywasn’tsurethattherewouldbeanyonerazyenoughtobuyit.Thethoughtfillshimwithalittlebitofjoy,likehehaddonerightbySiriusafterall.

(It’ssortofafukyou,too.Like,hey,paintingofSirius’razymother,rememberwhenyouwouldyellaboutmudbloodsandtraitorsandfilth?Nowyouansreamallyoulike,untilthepaintfadesandtheaperpeelsandyouarenothingbutrot,noonewillhearyou,thoughitisanewlevelofrazytoseekrevengeagainstapainting.)

“Maybeyou’vejustgottenbigger.”Draogrinsupfromhisspotonthefloor,surroundedbyemptyboxesandpileofrubbishthattheyweregivingawayandthatalwayspresenttapedispenser.“Toogrownupforitnow.”

Yes,Harrythought,kneelingontheouhushionabovehimandbendingoversoheanhugDraofrombehind,thatmustbeit.

Drao

Asthehouseempties,beomingmoreandmorelikeanewpealtogether,Draoisfindingithardtosleepagain.

Hehidesit,beausehedoesnotwantHarrytoworry.It’snotsomethingtoworryabout,justasideeffetofthehouselookinglikesomepeompletelynew,withnewsmellsandsoundsandnoneoftheoldomfortsitusedtohold,andnownoteventhesoundofHarry’sbreathingandtheoldtrikofountingtheraksspiralingovertheeilingsenoughtolullhimbaktothealm,soeventhoughDraohadprom

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