eoplehedoesn’treognizeandpeoplehedoes—fredweasley,geeweasley,professors,dumbledore,hermione,andharry,alwaysharryattheenterofthings,happyandughing.

alotofthesepeoplearedead,hethinks,anditisnotforthefirsttimethatdraobeginstofullyappreiatehowyoungtheyallwere,howmuhtheyhadtolosejustayearago.allthethingsthattheydidlose.muhtooyoungtobesoldiers.

that’showharryfindshim,sittingintheenterofaseaofphotographs,lookingatallthesefaesthatheknowsheoneknewbutannolongerreognize.draolooksupathimlikeheislostandharryishislighthouse,handsfullofmemories,photographsfulloftheurrentdeadanddying.

“theydidn’tknowwhatwasgoingtohappen,”hesaysfinally,afterharryhassatdownarossfromhimandreahedforphotographsofhisown,solosethathiskneeswerepressedupagainstdrao’s.theyhavegottentoaboxthatisjustfullofthetwins—thetwinstogetheratdinner,thetwinsintheirroom,thetwinsholdingouttheirhandstokeeptheirpiturefrombeingtaken,thetwinspyingexplodingsnapwithron,thetwinsteamingupagainstbillforagameofexplodingsnap,allthetinymomentsthatpiledupwhiletheywerelivinghere.whentheyweretogether,andsafe,andwhole.“theydidn’tknowhowshortitwouldallbe.”

“ginnytookmostofthese.”harrywasrying,tearsslippingdownfromhisheeks.thedeathoffredhadhithimthehardest.theywereallhard,butitwasespeiallyawfultowaththeshokwavesthatthegriefsentthroughtheweasleyfamily.“herdadboughtthismuggleamerafromaporoid.spentthewholesummersnappingpitures.”

“youalllookedhappy.”draohadalwaysboughtintohisfather’sideathathewasthelukyone,thatwhatittooktomakeagreatmanwasapoketfullofgoldandabighouse,abeautifulwifeandaresp