“what’sthematter?”theoneasks,grabbingdraobythehairandwrenhinghisheadup,fhimtolookathim.draospitsinhisfae,andtheguybakhandshim,makinghimfalltotheground.“nodaddyheretosaveyounow.where’syourdaddy,huhdrao?telluswherehewent.”

“ohyeah?”theonewhowasdoingthepunhingturnedaroundtofaehim,obviouslyexpetingsomeonewhowasmoreeasilysared.“andwho’sgoingtomakeus?”

“you’rewrong.”hesays,notknowingwhatheissaying,justthatdraoisbleedingandhurtandsaredandharrydidnotstopit.“ifoughtformyfriends.forthepeopleiloved.andnowhe’soneofthem.soyoushouldgetgoing.”

harrydoesn’tknowifdraowasgoingtokeepfighting,orifhewasreallygoingtogivein,stayontheground.hedoesn’tfindout,justrunsdownthealleywayuntilhegetstothem,wandheldoutandreadytofight.

there’snotmanyoasionsinwhihharryisgratefulthatheiswhoheis.thistime,though,heilluminateshiswandsotheyouldseehisfae,andsmileswhentheireyesdartuptoseehissar.“harrybloodypotter,that’swho,”hesays,andstepsforwardtogivedraoahandup,wishinghehadomeupwithsomethingbetter.“andyou’remessingwithmyfriend.”

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“yourfriend’sadeatheater?”harryreognizedthevoie.itwassomeonefromhogwarts,someoneheprobablyatelunhwith,pyedagameofpikupquiddithwith.that’stheworstthingaboutallthishate,howitdividesthem.“thoughtbetterofyou,potter.thoughtyoufoughtagainstpeoplelikehim.”

itworks,finally.twoonthreeareoddstheyarenotwillingtofae,espeiallyifoneoft

“getawayfromhim.”hisvoieissteady,butmorefrantithanharryhadeverheardit.hewasn’teventhispanikedfaingdownvoldemort.(tomriddle.)(damnit.)(hewasjustaman,treathimlikeone.)“you’vegotthreeseonds.”

ughsandspluttersthroughthepainuntilheanbreatheagain.