narissablinksslowlyathim,surprised.“i…areyousure,harry?”

no,buthe’sbeomingmoresureashesaysit.thedeisionsettlesinhishest,omfortableandright.“iam.”then,hehastilyadds,“ifit’snottooimposing.”

narissagiveshimanothersmile,andit’salittlerelieved,andreal.“nonsense,harry.we’retheonesimposing.”

thetimethatharryomestothemanor,itisaweekafterdraowasreleased.narissaisinsotnd.therearepanakesonthetable,overedwithtemperaturespells,andtwosetsofptesandutlery.thereisalsoanoteinnarissa’seleganthandwriting,tellinghimtopleasehelphimself.

itis8inthem,butdraoisalreadyinhiswheelhair,eyesstaringdistantlyintothegarden.

heislookingfullernow,morealive.hisheekshavefilledandtheolourisomingbaktohisskin.inexpliably,harryissuddenlyvery,veryrelievedthatdraoisn’tindisposedenoughthathean’teat.narissahastoldhim,throughthelettersthattheyhavestartedtoexhange,thatdrao’sspendingmoreandmoretimepresentwithhertely.

hishairshineswiththebrightmsunandharryresiststheurgetotouh.

hesitsdownonthehairarossdraoandletstheweirdnessandtheoverawkwardnessofthesituationsinkinandsettle.thisisthefirsttimehe’sherewithoutnarissatotalkto,justhimanddrao,who’surrentlyawakebutisoffinsomeotherworldinhishead.

draomalfoy.fromslytherin.

wholiedtothedeatheaterstosaveyou.

whenheloseshiseyes,heanstillremembertheheatofthefmesoffiendfyrelikinghislothes.draosreaming“don’tkillhim”andthetightgripthatdraohadonhiswaistastheyflew

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