todaywasoneofthosedays,wheredraobringslunhandritiquesharry’sworkwhileheeatsinawaythatshouldbenaggingbutwasmostlyjustfond,andthenhejuststukaround,maybebeausetodayharrywaslearingouttheshedthatdraowasgoingtouseforhispotionsandhewantedtomakesureitwasdoneright.anditwas.harryhadmadesureofthat,srubbingitfromtoptobottombeforehedidanythingelse,repaintingtheoutsideandputtingshelvesupontheinside,evenlimbingupontherooftopathupthehimney.andwhenitwasover,th

itwasaniethought,agoodthought.andastrangeone,onsideringthatforthepastsevenyearsbeforehand,hehadalwaysbeenonestepawayfromdying.andforthepastthreeyears,hethoughtthatdeathandmurderweretheonlypathshislifeouldtraveldown,andsomehow,nomatterwhihoneofthemlived,hewouldendwhenthefightwasdone.

thisouldbeeverydayfortherestofmylife,harrywouldthink,everysinglenight,takingdrao’shandinhisandpressingakisstohisknukleseahtimehethoughtit,likehewassealingthepromise.itwasthefirsttimehewasthinkingofthefutureandnotfeelingafraid.iouldfeelthishappy,everynight,eahnight,aslongasilive.

(harryknowstheanswernow:nothing.justaperson.theonlyproblemishedidn’tknowhowtobethat,notquiteyet.he’shopingthishousewillhelphimfigureitout.)

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(that’sthething,isn’tit,aboutheranlivewhiletheothersurvives—itsortofgoestheotherway,too,liketheyonlyexistforeahother,beauseofeahother,beausewhatisherowithoutavilintofightagainst?)

ndalsobeingaroundbossy,whihharrywasexpeting.theyspentalotofafternoonshere,draopoppinginaroundnoon,insistingthathehadjustometobringhimlunhandthenstayinguntildusk,wheretheyouldsitwiththeirlegsglingoffthetoo-tallporhandwathingthesunsetdownoverthefields.