Truetoherword,Narissadidnotmakeanyjustifiations.Shetoldhertaleasitis,didnotpretendthatsheisasaint.Apologizedforwhatshesaidtohimbakthen,aboutherousin’sdeath.
Itstillhurts,whenHarryremembersit,buttheapologysoothes,evenifjustabit.ShealsotoldhimmoreaboutSirius,growingupwithhim,familydinnerswithhimandhisbrother.Harrythinksthisisanotherwayforhertoapologize,andlistenstoherstories,enraptured,evenashisheartstillhurts,hurtsandahessomuhforSiriusandRemus,andoh,god,Remus.
Hetriestohideit,howherwordsaffethim,butheknowsitshowsonhisfae,aspinasday.
Beforehestandsuptoleave,Narissalooksstraightathimandasks,“Areyoualright,Harry?”
AndHarrythinksthatshe’snotjustaskingaboutthenow,she’saskingabouttheyesterday,thetomorrow,andhiseveryday.Andhedoesn’tknowwhyhewantstobehoatthismoment,maybeit’sbeauseNarissahasalsoalreadybaredherself,thatitseems…safetobarehimself,too.Intheend,heallowshimselfalittlebitofhoy.
“No.Notreally.”
AndNarissanods,doesn’toffermeaninglesswordsofomfort,justtheuandingoftherealitythatheisnotokay.
Harrylooksather,too,atthedarkspotsunderhereyes.“Areyoualright?”
Narissagiveshimawrysmile.“No.Notreally.”
Andallatone,Harryanseeit,theweightonhershoulders:HerhusbandforeverlostinAzkaban,leavingherwithamultitudeofsins,aruinedname,andataintedhomethatonehostedamadman.Herson,theonlyremainingloveofherlife,lostwithinhisownmind.
Narissasighs,slowandheavy.“Summeristhehostofmanyoasionsbetweenfamiliesandanizationsofpower.Ihavetriedtobepresentineahandeveryoneofthem,butit’sbeen…diffiultsineDraoreturned.”
“Oasions?”Harryasks,thinkingofthemanyfanyinvitationsthathe’sthrowninthetrashinthepastthreemonths.“Youmeanparties?”
“Yes,”Narissanods,andthenshehukles.“Someofthoseyou’vedelinedtoattend,Ibelieve.”
Harrygivesasmall,uantgrin.
Narissaontinues.“ItisamustthatIremainvisibletootherpurebloodfamilies.Ofourse,theWizardingWorldknowsofwhatparttheMalfoyfamilyhaspyedinthewar,butweannotletthatforeusintohiding.Therearethosewhoarewaitingfortheopportunitytogainallthatwehaveyettolose.”ShegnesatDraowistfully.“Wemayhavedonebadthings,Harry,butmysondoesn’tdeservetobestrippedofeverythingheeverwasandhad.”
Sheturnsbaktohim.“It’sbeenabittiringtoattendsomanyfuntions.IdislikeleavingDraoalone,espeiallyasheisrightnow.”
Harryimaginesthenofms,ofDraoaloneinhisroom,staringatthegarden.ingandgoing,butstillreturningtothesamesenewherethereareflowersinh
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