“eleven?”harryaskedwhendraopulledaway.“yousurehadafunnywayofshowingit.”

“you’reallieverwanted,harry.iwasterrifiedofthatwant,iwasterrifiedofyou.”

“youweremuhsarierthanieverwas,”harrybreathed.

“youwerealmostlike…anentity.anidol.youwerebiggerthanallofus.andsomehow,iwastheunlukydhatwentandfellinlovewithyou,”draoreplied.

“unluky?”harryaskedraisinganeyebrow.

“unlukythatitwasyouthatifeelforwheniamwhoiam.whoiwas.luiusmalfoy’ssoninlovewiththeboywholived?hewouldhavetornmeapart.morethanhealreadydid,”draoexpined.

“iguessthatisprettyunluky,”harryagreed.heouldfeelhiswholebodytenseatthementionofdrao’sfather,butdeidednottoommentanyfurther.draoknewhowhefeltabouthisfather.hisownsesprobablyweren’ttoofarofffromharry’s.

“ithadawayofwitselfout,apparently,”draosmiledathim,touhingharry’shandthatstillrestonuponhisheek.

“don’tgetallmushyandstarttalkingaboutfateandallthatkindofstuff,”harryughed.

“don’ttellmeyou,ofallpeople,don’tbelieveinfate.you’realivingprophey.”

“itouldhavebeenanyone.voldemortdeideditwasme.notfate,”harrysaid.

draoshookhishead.

“whatever,potter.you’rethehatbroughtfateup.butmaybenowi’llsayitwasfatethatbroughtushere,justtoannoyyou.”

“wouldn’tthatbejustlikeyou,”harryanswered.

“wouldn’titbe?”

epilogue

“unleharry!”

roseranupthewalkofgrimmauldpe,trippingoverhertoeswhenshegottothesteps.harrysmiledasthetoddlermberedupthestairs,pikingherupandhuggi

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