“youmightwanttoomebakintheafternoon.he’smore…presentthen.”

“present,”harryrepeatsshakily.helooksatdrao’sformandfeelstheguiltoneagaineatingathisinsides.

threemonthsinazkaban.andheouldn’tdoanythingaboutit.

heloseshiseyes,hastolookawayforawhile.whenheopensthem,narissaiswathinghimarefully,andharryspeaks,justasareful,“mayistayuntilthen?”

narissaissurprised,andit’sobvioushowshetriestostopitfromshowing.sheraisesaneyebrowandthensettlesfor,“hidingfromtheprophet,areyou?”

harrygrins.it’sweak,butit’sreal.hehadspentthestthreemonthstryingtoavoideveryreporterandrequestforinterviewthrownhisway.hethinksthatkingsley’sprobablyexasperatedwithhim,butharrydoesn’treallyare.hedidhispart.thewizardingworlddoesn’thavetherighttodemandanythingfromhimnow.“irekonthis’llbethestpethey’llthinktolook.”

narissahukles.“irekonaswell.”shestraightenshershoulders,andthengnesatherson.“i’llsendmollyweasleyanowl.stayaslongasyoulike.”

harrystartstorefuse,insistthatshedoesn’tneedto,buttheweasleysknowthathe’sgothemanortoday.triedalltriksandtatistogethimnotto,butintheend,relentedwiththepromisethathewastotakeaportkeyinaseofanemergeny.hefiguresthataurorsstthemanorisn’tanimpossibleideashouldhebegoneforanunusuallylongperiodoftime.

“i…thankyou.”

it’steintheafternoonwhenmalfoystartstostir.

sofar,harryhasspenthisdayengaginginsmall,politetalkwithnarissaand,whenshehadtoleaveduetoafloo-all,readinguponpotionswiththebookthatnarissahadaio’edfromdrao’strunk.he,ron,andhermionealldeidedtoreturntohogwarts

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