“ian’thelpbutthink,hadthingsgonedifferently,”harryrambled,hiswordstrailingoff.hestoodupstraighter,pushinghimselfoffthewall.“youwouldhavemadeabloodygoodpotionsmaster,malfoy.ithinkiwouldhaveratherlikedthat.itdoesn’tfeelright,beingbakherewithoutyoutellingmewhatatwatiam.”potter’svoiequaveredashefinished.

draolethimselfslumpagainstthewall.hespedahandoverhismouthtokeepanynoisefromesaping.hewasdreaming,hehadtobe,beauseifwhathewaswathingwasthetruth,heouldn’tbearit.heouldn’tbeartoknowharrypotter,themanattheenterofalmosteverythoughtthatorbitedhismind,missedhim.missedhimenoughtotalktoalokeddoorinaseeminglyemptyhallway,andheouldn’tdoanythingtohelphim.

justwhendraothoughtheouldn’ttakemuhmoreofit,potteroveredhiseyeswithhishand.

“fuk,”pottersaid,turningsohisbakwasagainstthedoorway,slidingdownuntilhewassatontheground.draoouldseeeveninthedimlighttheothermanhadtearsrunningdownhisheeks.“idon’tknowhowtogetpastyou.ididn’tevenknowyouweresomeogetpast.”

potterfellsilent,apartfromhisirregurbreathingandoasionalsniffles.hesatthereforwhatfeltlikeernitybutmusthaveonlybeenfiveminutes,thenhebegantoollethimself,liftinghisgssestowipehiseyeswithhissleeve.hestoodquietly,lookingattheentrywayonemore,shakinghisheadandbeganwalkingtowardsdrao.

therewasnothingthatwaythatanyoneusedanymore,unlesshewantedareallyroundaboutwayofgettingtothekithen,orthestairstothekithen,or—thatwasit.snape’soffie.mgonagallhadgivenhimsnape’soffie.

draostoodstill,barelybreathing,untilheouldn’tseeorhearpotterwalkingawayanymore,andthenwaitedabeatafterthatjusttobesure.hehurriedtothedoor,whisperingthepasswordasquiklyasheoulda

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