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Chapter37

Harry

Theottageiswhatpeoplemightallafixer-upper.

HeknowsthisbeauseitisexatlywhatHermionehadalledit,smilingaroundatthelittlehousewiththelookonherfaethatnormallyomesrightbeforeshehandsheandRonstudyshedules,trailingherhandsthroughthedustontheountertops.“It’sabitofafixerupperHarry,”Shehadsaid,Ronnoddingalongwithherinapproval,ahabitbothheandHarryhadpikedupfromministrydinners.“Butwithalittlework,thissureisgoingtobesomething.”

Alittleworkdidn’toverit.Harryhadpnsforthishouse,pnssobigthattheyshouldbewrittenoutinapitalletters,andit’sgoingtotakeawhiletogetthemdone,beausehepnstodothemtherightway,themuggleway.

(Draohadrolledhiseyes,butafterHarryhadpointedoutthathedoesallhisleaningthemuggleway,hehadshutup.)

“Ijustthinkit’lltakeyouforever.”Draohadsaid,followinghimthroughthedoorwhilelevitatingallthetoolsthatHarrywouldbeusingwithonesweepofawand.“Whyevenbother?”

“Beausethenit’llbemine,”Harrysays,beausehehadlikedtheideaofknowingthepementofeverygrainofsandeddownwoodandtheworkthatwentintoeveryinhofthearpeting,butthenheamendedhisanswer,reahingouttoholdDrao’shand,whorolledhiseyes.“Ours.”

“Alright.”Draorolledhiseyes,butHarryknewhewon,beauseDraoalwaysaveswhenHarrystartstotalklikethat.Hetriesnottoabusethepowertoomuhbuthewanted—hisprojet,justtogivehimalittlemoretimetofigurethingsout.Healwayshadthoughtbestwhenhewasdoingmuneworklikethat.“Anythingyouwant,Harry.”

Ofourse,thefatthatitwasHarry’sprojetmadeitDrao’sprojet,too,handinghimtoolsashehammerednailafternailintothestepsandswipingpaintalongHarry’sheekwhenhedidn’tthinkhewasbeinggivenenoughattention,andalsobeingallaroundbossy,whihHarrywasexpeting.Theyspentalotofafternoonshere,Draopoppinginaroundnoon,insistingthathehadjustometobringhimlunhandthenstayinguntildusk,wheretheyouldsitwiththeirlegsglingoffthetoo-tallporhandwathingthesunsetdownoverthefields.

Thisouldbeeverydayfortherestofmylife,Harrywouldthink,everysinglenight,takingDrao’shandinhisandpressingakisstohisknukleseahtimehethoughtit,likehewassealingthepromise.Itwasthefirsttimehewasthinkingofthefutureandnotfeelingafraid.Iouldfeelthishappy,everynight,eahnight,aslongasIlive.

Itwasaniethought,agoodthought.Andastrangeone,onsideringthatforthepastsevenyearsbeforehand,hehadalwaysbeenonestepawayfromdying.Andforthepastthreeyears,hethoughtthatdeathandmurderweretheonlypathshislifeouldtraveldown,andsomehow,nomatterwhihoneofthemlived,hewouldendwhenthefightwasdone.