“idon’twantittobelikethedursleys.nothinglikethem.itwas—therewasnever—”hesqueezedhiseyesshutandthoughtaboutshinyfloortilesandrystalgssesandblindinglights,expensiveouheswhoseushionsdon’tseemveryinvitingandaupboard,alwaysomingbaktotheupboard,thewaythedustwouldfallintohiseyeswhenpeoplewalkedthroughthestairsandhowsineheneverknewwhattimeitwas,heouldtrikhimselfintothinkingthatthehourswerereallydays,months,years,lifespinningoutinfrontofhimwithouthimevergettingtoliveit.“itwaslikelivinginagsshouse.likeifyoutalkedtooloud,youwouldbreakit.”

“likeyouweresuffoating,”draosaid,anditremindedharrythattheywerebuildingthishometogether.thatdraohadhisownthingsthathewastryingtopuwayfrom.“liketherewasneveramomentthattheyweren’twathing.”

“butidon’twantthis,either.”harrysaid,beauseeventhoughtheyhaddheirbesttomakeitseemlikeapetheyouldlivein,itwasjustfilledwithtoomanymemories.“iwantsomewherethathasmorelight.”

“light.”draopikeduphisquigainandstaredatthefirelikeheregrettedthrowingawayhisneer.“ianworkwithlight.”

“tellmewhatyouwant,”draosayster,whisperingthewordsrightintohisearlikeit’ssomesortofseret,andharryanbarelypayattentionbeauseofthewaythathishandsweremoving,searhinghimoutunderhtheovers.“tellmewhatyouwantandiangiveityou.”

ahairwiththestuffingomingoutoftheushions.hermione’safghansstakedupinabasketwekeepintheorner.abigfrontporhwithrokinghairs,agardenofftothesidethatwon’tgrowinrowsnomatterhowhardwetrytomakeit.mismatheddishesinthesinkandakithentablesorhedfromyouronstantlyoverflowingpotionsandfreshbakedbreadintheovens,theradioalwaysturnedonlowsoweanewhenthemoodstrikesusanda

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