Hisvision’sstartingtogodimattheedgesagain.
It’llbenie,hesupposes.They’regoingtobuildthehappiestfamilyever.
Ithurts.
WhatdidhesaytoPotteragain?
It’sdark.DarkerthanAzkaban.
Azkabanatleasthadmoonlightshiningthroughthebars.
Butthisisdarker,pith-bk,alllightblokedbytheanopyoftreesabove.Hehearstherustleofleavesmorethanheseesthem,andhehearstheinessantbuzzingofis.SomethinghowlsaheadandDraowondersifthisisrealorifit’sjustinhisheadagain.
Heneedstoleave.Heknowshedoes.Healwaysknows.ButwithPottergone,it’sbeengettingharderandhardertogetoutofhishead.Hethoughthewasgettingbetter.
Butno,he’sjustgettingworse,andPotter’sangry,andhemissestheManor,andthegarden,andbreakfast,andPotter.
There’sanotherhowlthatsoundsandehoesaroundhim,andhedoesn’tknowwherehe’sgoing.Hethinkshe’swalking,he’snotsure,butit’sdarkhere,andPotter’snotaround.
Draowakesuptothesentofsweat,trealetart,andfreshsoap.He’sbeingarriedonsomeone’sbak,andheknowsimmediatelywhoitis.HisnoseisburiedinPotter’shairandhe’snotsureifthisisreal,buthefeelslikerying.
Hethinkshealreadyis.
Potterstops,pauses,andDraorealizesthatthey’restilloutsidetheastle.It’sstilldark,withonlythemoonandthelightfromthetowersilluminatingtheirsteps.Thewindisstillold,andtheirrobesbillowinthewind.Potter’sarryinghim,andhe’sprobablyheavy,butPotter’sgripunderhisthighsarefirm.
Pottersays,“I’msorry.Ididn’tmeanwhatIsaid.”
Drao’shavingahardtimeorating.Hedoesn’tuandwhatPotter’ssaying.
“I’mnotgoingtostoppesteringyou,Malfoy.Stoptryingtogetridofme.”
Thehukleisoutofhislipsbeforeheanstopit.StupidPotter.Stupid,annoyingPotterwhodoesn’tknowwhentogiveup.Thelittlebuggerjusthastosaveeveryone,eventhosethatdon’tdeserveit.“I’mmad,Potter.”
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