harrythoughtaboutit,andthenthoughtsomemore.heouldstayhere,sittinginthisemptyhallway,andthenswithtosittinginsomeunomfortablehairinaslightl

“we’regoingafterthem,ifyouwanttoome.”sheisdressedinwhatgeehadnamedherbattlearmor—ombatbootsandanoldjaketwithapathovertheelbow,fingerlessleatherduelingglovesandherhairpulledupinatightponytail.“thepeoplewhodidthis,imean.”

she’sholdinghiswandouttohim.harryhadn’teventhoughttogoafterit.ifsomeonewantedtohurthim,hewouldtearthemapartwithhisbarehands,ruinedastheywere.“yeah.”theweightofitmakeshimfeelbetter.

hewasn’tiedinit,iftheyouldn’tgetthem,ifheouldn’tmakeoneofthemhurtliketheyhurtdrao.

“youthinkweangetthem?”

“ithinkso.wegottheonewhodroppedthehandelier.hetoldusalot.”ginnyflexesherfingers,andforthefirsttime,harrynotiesthesplitskinonherknukles.sheisstaringdownatherhands,likeeventhoughshewasn’tsorry,sheouldn’tquitebelievethatthiswasthepersonshehadturnedinto.“iwasverypersuasive.”

“okay.”harrysays,andsinksdowntotheground.thereisahandonhisshoulderandheknowswithoutturningthatitishermione,beauseheanreognizetheweightofitfromsomanyyearsofherholdinghimbakandholdinghimup.heraiseshisownhanduptomeether,andannotfindtheenergytoaskifshewasalright,eventhoughhehopesthatsheis.“okay.”

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omfortheanthinkofgiving.

“hey.”ginnythrowsherselfdownonthegroundbesidehim.they’rebakinsomehallwayintheministrythatperyhadledhimto,promisingtosendsomeonewhentheyhavenews.draowasatst.mungo’sinamagiinduedoma,andwasnotlikelytowakeupanytimesoon,sonohoughtthatitwasimportantforhimtoheadoverthererightaway.“thoughtyoumightwantthis.”