re’sfifty-sevenofthem,andthenountsthemagain.andagain.hekeepstryingtotellhimselfeverythingisfine,thatnooneisattakinganyone,thatthereisnothinghidinginhislosetorunderthebed,thatifanything,heneedstoallhermionelikeshehadtoldhimto,anythingtostopthisbeforeitstarts,beausedraoisfine,youarefine,stopbeinganidiot.

onlyeverythingmustnothavebeenfine,beausethedoorreaksopenaseondter.harryalmosthexesthepersonstandinginthedoorwaybeforethebrainathesupwithhispaniandherealizesthatitwasdraohewasabouttosendtost.mungo’s.

“drao?”hesitsupandblinksagainsttheblurryimageinfrontofhim,gropinginthedarknessforhisgsses.“what’swrong?”

“don’tsayanything.”eventhoughharryhadhearditeveryday,hestillwasn’tusedtothispleadingtoneindrao’svoie,howheasksinsteadofdemands,andasksitinawaythatmadeitlearhewasexpetingtobeturnedawayeahtime.“pleasedon’tsayanything.”

“okay.”harrydidn’tuandwhathewassupposedtodo.hedidn’tknowhowtohelpanyone,anymore.“whatdoyouwant?”

“bsp;ijuststayhere?”helookedsosmall,hunhedinonhimselfwhenheshouldbefillinguptheroom.“justfortonight.”

“yeah.”harrysramblesforthempandthenwinesatthesuddenlight,tryingtolearaspaebesidehim.itwasaninrediblysmallbed.“anything.”

anything.itwassuhasmallword,butitmeantsomuh.draodidn’tseemtohavetimeforseondthoughtstonight,justwalkedtotheedgeofthebed,hesitatingbeforegoinganyfurther.

“it’salrightdrao.”harryreahesupandpullsdrao’shandaway,theonehehadbeenusingtowathisarm.“it’sgoingtobeokay.”