Harry
Heknowsheshouldn’thavedoneit.
Hehadfeltitwhenhedraggedhimselfoutofbedthism,theeffetsofonetoomanysleeplessnightsfinallyreepinguponhim,theaheinhismuslesandthefogfillinguphismind.Hewassolosetoallinginsik,butthatwouldhavekepthimstukathome,andthefightseemedveryimportantagain,nowthathehadthatboxtothinkabout,theonethatheandRonandHermione(andDrao,Draoisapartofthethreeofthemnow,too,howeverrelutanttheyallaretoadmitit)stillhaven’ttoldanyoneabout.
Sohewenttotraining.
Andwhentheytoldhimitwastimetopratiefightingwithrealspells,withatrainedhealerstandingonthesidelines,hedidn’ttellanyonethatmaybeitwouldbebetterifhesatthisoneout.
Andwhenitwastimeforhisturn,hesteppedintothering,faedhisoppo,ignoredthethumbsupthatRongavehim,didn’tlistentoallthesafetywarningsthatHermionehadforedheandRontositthroughwhentheyfirstdeidedtohoosethisastheirareerpn.(Beausereally,youthinkthetwoofyouwouldn’thavekilledyourselvesbythethirdyearifyoudidn’thavemewithyou?)Hejuststoodthere,adjustedhisgriponhiswand,gaveanodtotheinstrutor,andthenwaitedforthespelltoomeathim.
Onlywhenitame,hedidn’tblokit.Hedidn’traisehiswandtodefendhimself,ortrytomoveoutoftheway.IfHarrywasbeingho,hedidn’treallyevenseeit,orifhedid,hedidn’tregisterit,justsawafshoflightandthentheshokwavethatwentthroughhishest,bstinghimbakwardsintothewall.
Hehadn’thadtimetopreparehimselffortheimpat,sowhenherumpleddowntothefloor,itwaswitheveryboneinhisbodysreamingouttotryandprotethimself.Buthestilldidn’t,justfell,hisarmfoldingawkwardlyunderhhimandhisribsbending,oneofthemsnapping.
“Bloodyhell.”Ron’sfaeswamabovehim,paleandfrekled,redhairfallingdownoverhisfae.“Don’tmove,mate.”
Don’tmove,mate.Harrywishedheouldblokeverythingout,thewhispersandstares.Hedidn’twanttoimaginehowfastthenewsmusthavespread,howthegreatHarryPotterhadbeenbestedinaduelbysomerandomaurorintraining,howhemusthavebeenlosinghistouh.Butitmusthavespread,beausesoonHermionewastherebesidehim,Ginnyrunninghardatherheels,bothofthemshovingthroughtherowdtokneelonthegroundbesidehim.
Thereweretimes,really,wherehewasfullystrukbywhatitmeanstohaveafriendlikeHermione.This,asshelethimpillowhisheadinherpandranherhandsdownhisbrokenarm,smoothinghishairbakfromhisforeheadandwipingawaybloodhedidn’tevenknowwasthere,wasoneofthem.“Don’tyouworryHarry.”Shewouldhavemadeagoodhealer,hethought,
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