sound.

hegoestomeetronatamugglepub.theyalwaysmeetatmugglepesnow,bothsotheyarenotreognizedandbeauseronhasdevelopedatasteforeverythingfried.itworks,tobeabletositandpretendtobenormal.

“istin’tbelievewe’redoingthis,”harrysays,talkingabouttheday,howtheywillleteveryonepryintotowhattheynevertalkedabout.

“it’simportant.remus,tonks,mad-eye,fred—theydeservetoberemembered,don’tyouthink?”then,asanafterthought,“sodowe,forthatmatter.”

“still,itseems…”private?speial?wrong,totalkaboutwhattheyhavekeptlosetotheirhestforsolong?“odd.”

“maybe.”ronshrugs,drainstherestofhisbeer.“butifitkeepsmykidsfrombeingtaughtaboutgoblinwarsinhistoryss,thensobeit.”

harryughs.somehow,maybebeauseitwassob,historyssandprofessorbinnsameoutofthewarunsathed,withnothingtotaintthosedufternoonsses.“he’llstillmakethemfasleep.”

ronsmiles,tugsonhisjaket,andysaheavyhandonharry’sshoulders.“andsoitgoes.”

drao

he’sattheburrow.