oomsalloveragain,andtogether,heanddraohadtorntheheadsofhouseelvesfromthewall(theyburiedthemintheruinsofthemalfoygarden,beauseharryouldnotstandtheatofjustthrowingtheminthegarbagelikeronhadurgedthemto,notunderkreaher’swathfuleyeandhermione’sgre),brokenintoboardeduplosetstoleartheshelvesofanythinggerous,andsealeduptheelrforgood,untilitwasnothingbutanold,reakinghousewithnothinglefttooffertheworld.

evenifhetriedtosell,harrywasn’tsurethattherewouldbeanyonerazyenoughtobuyit.thethoughtfillshimwithalittlebitofjoy,likehehaddonerightbysiriusafterall.

(it’ssortofafukyou,too.like,hey,paintingofsirius’razymother,rememberwhenyouwouldyeboutmudbloodsandtraitorsandfilth?nowyouansreamallyoulike,untilthepaintfadesandtheaperpeelsandyouarenothingbutrot,noonewillhearyou,thoughitisanewlevelofrazytoseekrevengeagainstapainting.)

“maybeyou’vejustgottenbigger.”draogrinsupfromhisspotonthefloor,surroundedbyemptyboxesandpileofrubbishthattheyweregivingawayandthatalwayspresenttapedispenser.“toogrownupforitnow.”

yes,harrythought,kneelingontheouhushionabovehimandbendingoversoheanhugdraofrombehind,thatmustbeit.

drao

asthehouseempties,beomingmoreandmorelikeanewpealtogether,draoisfindingithardtosleepagain.