harryfeelsvitorious.

andthat’showtheyspendtheirtimetogether.draogetsbetterinthemsafterthat.itstilltakeshimawhiletoreallywakeupandbepresent,butitdoesn’ttakehimhoursnow.

thedaysarequiet.peaeful.undemanding.

draodisappearsinthemiddleofoions,sometimes,buttheypikitupassoonasheomesbak.sometimes,ittakesawhileforhimtoremember,butharrywaitspatiently,everytime.

thedayspassbyinahazeofbreakfastandsmalloions.

threeweeksafterdraowasreleasedfromazkaban,harryentershisroomandpeersatthefoodonthetable.“what’sforbreakfasttoday?”

“bananapanakes.”

harrybeamsatthetstakontheservingpte.besideitlieabowlofthinlysliedbananas,anotherbowlofrushedashewnuts,andanotherofbutterubes.“oh,that’salot.”

“ihadbinkymakeextra.youkeeponeatingmine.”

harryughsthen,asudden,surprisedbarkofughter.thereiswarmthspreadinginhisbellyatthethoughtofdraothinkingofhim.“that’sbeauseyoudon’teatthem.it’sawaste.”

“howamisupposedtoeatthemwhenyoushovetheminyourmouththefirsthaneyouget?fukingmanners,potter.”

anotherroundofughter.“sorry.sorry,i’sktime.”

draorollshiseyes,buthislipsaretwithingandhe’slookinglivelierandhedoesn’tlooksosikanymore.maybeithelpsthatheanmovehisarmsandfingersbetternow.he’sbeenjoiningharryeatforthepastweek,andthat’sdefinitelynierthanharryeatingalonewhiledraowathedwithasneerofmokdisgust.it’salsodefinitelynierthaneatingaloneingrimmauldpe,onthelongtablewithalotofhairsbutnomorepeopletosito

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