“it’salright.”

“it’snot.”harryturnedtohim,wantinghimtomakeitbetter,knowingthathewon’tbeableto.“howouldthisstillbeathingthatsaresme?”

beausethat’stheworstthingaboutit,really,howafterallhehaddoneitwaswhatthedursleyshaddohimthatleftthedeepestsars,andhermioneouldtalkallshewantsabouthildhoodandformativeyearsandrepressedmemories,harryknowsthetruth:thisisweakness,pinandsimple,andallheeverwantedtobewasstrong.

“beauseit’ssary.”draosatdownbesidehim,butdoesn’ttouhhim,andharryisgrateful.“beausehermioneissaredoffailingatestandronissaredofspidersandi’msaredofheightsandthere’snothinganyofusandoaboutit,itjustis.itdoesn’tmakeyoumoreorlessthananyoneelse,itjustmakesyouhuman.”

weknewamanwhowasn’thuman,harrythought,andmaybethat’swhyhelikeddraosomuh,beauseoutofallthepeopleinhislife,heistheonewhoreallyknowswhatvoldemortwaslike,howhismindworked.whobeameobsessedwithonqueringhisownfear,thoughtthatitmeantthathewasweak.don’tbelikethatman.

heouldbringthatup,now,ifatanytime,buthedoesn’t.“butyoupyedquiddith.”

“what?”

“yousaidyouwereafraidofheights,butyoupyedquiddith.”harrydidn’twanttotalkaboutvoldemortortheupboardunderthestairsorthatelr.“why?”

“mydadwantedmeto,”draosaid,shrugging,andharryisremindedofanotherthingthathermionesaid,abouthowallparentsleavesarswhetherit’siionalornot.hehadn’tbotheredtoaskwhatherslookedlike,butnowhewisheshehad.“i’ddoanythingtomakehimproud.”

theysitinsileneforamomentmore,andthendraospeaksagain.“youdon’thavetohideit,youknow.whenyou’reafraid.atleastnotfromme.”harryopenedhismouthtospeakbutouldn’tfindwhathewantedtosay,onlythathewanted

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