chapter37

harry

theottageiswhatpeoplemightafixer-upper.

heknowsthisbeauseitisexatlywhathermionehadalledit,smilingaroundatthelittlehousewiththelookonherfaethatnormallyomesrightbeforeshehandsheandronstudyshedules,trailingherhandsthroughthedustontheountertops.“it’sabitofafixerupperharry,”shehadsaid,ronnoddingalongwithherinapproval,ahabitbothheandharryhadpikedupfromministrydinners.“butwithalittlework,thissureisgoingtobesomething.”

alittleworkdidn’toverit.harryhadpnsforthishouse,pnssobigthattheyshouldbewrittenoutinapitalletters,andit’sgoingtotakeawhiletogetthemdone,beausehepnstodothemtherightway,themuggleway.

(draohadrolledhiseyes,butafterharryhadpointedoutthathedoesallhisleaningthemuggleway,hehadshutup.)

“ijustthinkit’lltakeyouforever.”draohadsaid,followinghimthroughthedoorwhilelevitatingallthetoolsthatharrywouldbeusingwithonesweepofawand.“whyevenbother?”

“beausethenit’llbemine,”harrysays,beausehehadlikedtheideaofknowingthepementofeverygrainofsandeddownwoodandtheworkthatwentintoeveryinhofthearpeting,butthenheamendedhisanswer,reahingouttoholddrao’shand,whorolledhiseyes.“ours.”

“alright.”draorolledhiseyes,butharryknewhewon,beausedraoalwaysaveswhenharrystartstotalklikethat.hetriesnottoabusethepowertoomuhbuthewanted—hisprojet,justtogivehimalittlemoretimetofigurethingsout.healwayshadthoughtbestwhenhewasdoingmuneworklikethat.“anythingyouwant,harry.”

ofourse,thefatthatitwasharry’sprojetmadeitdrao’sprojet,too,handinghimtoolsashehammerednafternailintothestepsandswipingpaintalongharry’sheekwhenhedidn’tthinkhewasbeinggivenenoughattention,a

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