“Youmightwanttoomebakintheafternoon.He’smore…presentthen.”

“Present,”Harryrepeatsshakily.HelooksatDrao’sformandfeelstheguiltoneagaineatingathisinsides.

ThreemonthsinAzkaban.Andheouldn’tdoanythingaboutit.

Heloseshiseyes,hastolookawayforawhile.Whenheopensthem,Narissaiswathinghimarefully,andHarryspeaks,justasareful,“MayIstayuntilthen?”

Narissaissurprised,andit’sobvioushowshetriestostopitfromshowing.Sheraisesaneyebrowandthensettlesfor,“HidingfromtheProphet,areyou?”

Harrygrins.It’sweak,butit’sreal.Hehadspentthestthreemonthstryingtoavoideveryreporterandrequestforinterviewthrownhisway.HethinksthatKingsley’sprobablyexasperatedwithhim,butHarrydoesn’treallyare.Hedidhispart.Thewizardingworlddoesn’thavetherighttodemandanythingfromhimnow.“Irekonthis’llbethestpethey’llthinktolook.”

Narissahukles.“Irekonaswell.”Shestraightenshershoulders,andthengnesatherson.“I’llsendMollyWeasleyanOwl.Stayaslongasyoulike.”

Harrystartstorefuse,insistthatshedoesn’tneedto,buttheWeasleysknowthathe’sgonetotheManortoday.Triedalltriksandtatistogethimnotto,butintheend,relentedwiththepromisethathewastotakeaPortkeyinaseofanemergeny.HefiguresthatAurorssttheManorisn’tanimpossibleideashouldhebegoneforanunusuallylongperiodoftime.

“I…Thankyou.”

It’steintheafternoonwhenMalfoystartstostir.

Sofar,Harryhasspenthisdayengaginginsmall,politetalkwithNarissaand,whenshehadtoleaveduetoaFloo-all,readinguponPotionswiththebookthatNarissahadAio’edfromDrao’strunk.He,Ron,andHermionealldeidedtoreturntoHogwartsfortheirstyear,jokinglyreferredtobyRonastheireighthyear,andHermionehadbeennaggingatthemallsummertoreaduplesttheywanttogoforaninth.

Heishalfwayasleepinthemiddleofhapter4whenMalfoystirs,asifwakingupfromalongnap,andHarrywaits,nervously,asMalfoyraiseshisheadandfinallyseeshim.

Hiseyesarenolongergzed,buttheysquintathim,tryingtorememberwhoheis.

HarryhopesMalfoyrememberswhoheis.

“Potter.”

Hereleasesasighofreliefthathedidn’tknowhehadbeenholding.

“Uhm,”hesays,losinghisbook.“Hullo,Malfoy.”

AfurrowformsbetweenMalfoy’seyebrows.“Right.Potter.”

Harrynodspatiently.“Yes.”

Blinking,Malfoyturnshisheadaround,looksathissurroundings.“AmI…”

“No,”Harryrespondsquikly.Heshakeshishead,triestoalmhimself.Right.He’ssupposedtobethealmonehere.“You’reout.You’reintheManor.”

“Oh.”Thefurrowdeepens.Thereisafrownonhisfae,asheslowlylooksatthemarblefloor,thewhitepilrs,thewhiteledgeofthebalony,andthegarden.Helooksatthetable,hisp.Hiseyeswiden,andthenhetakesabig,shakybreath.“Oh.Okay.”

AndHarryisn’tpreparedforthetears,thesudden,quiettearsthatstreamfromMalfoy’seyes.

Malfoyopenshishands,staresathispalms,leanandpristine,andtakesanothershakyinhale.“Merlin.”

Harryisataloss.“Malfoy…”Hestarts,butdoesn’tknowhowtofinish.There’ssomethingstukinhisthroat.

“Merlin.Finally.Ithought…IthoughtIwasnevergoingtogetout.”

Harryswallowswhateveritisthat’sinhisthroatanditgoesdown,hard.“I…I’msorry,Malfoy.”

ButMalfoydoesn’tseemtohearhimanymore,doesn’tseemtorememberthathe’sthere.

He’ssobbing,headburiedinhisp,andwholebodytremblinginhiswheelhair.

Harrylooksatthatsmallframe—thosesharpelbowsdiggingintohiskneesandhisthinwristshidinglittleofthestreamoftearsonhisfaerumpledindespairandagony.Thelineofhisbakhunhedoveronthewheelhair,withhisshoulderbdesjuttingsosharplyout,Harry’salmostsaredthatit’lltearhisskin.

Itlookshideous,andhehastolosehiseyesandlookawayfromthesene,fromtheimageofDraoMalfoyfallingintopiees.

Hedoesn’tknowwhattodo,doesn’tknowifMalfoyremembershe’sthere,doesn’tthinkthatMalfoywillwelomeahug.Notfromhim.

Soheleavestheroom,asquietlyashean,andstumbleshiswaytowhereNarissasaidthemasterroomwas.

Hedoesn’treallyknowhowhegetsthere,hisvision’sblurredandHarrybetedlyrealizesthatthey’retears.There’ssomethingreallypainfulinhishest,likesomethingmpingonhisheart,andallheanthinkofisoh,god,I’msosorry,Malfoy.

Heregistersthestunnedsurpriseherfaeonesheseeshim,buthedoesn’tknowwhathesaystoher,onlyremembersMalfoy’snameslippingthroughhislips,andNarissa’soff,hurriedfootsteps,andthen,downthehall,aturnoftheknobandthereakofthedooropeningandthelikasitloses.

AndHarryrumplestothefloor,gasping,andfinallyletshimselfry.

Hedoesn’tuandit.Doesn’tuandwhyitaffetedhimsomuh.

Hethinkshe’sryingbeausehedidn’texpetit…likethis.Heexpetedsomethingtohappen,peopledon’tgetoutofAzkabanintherightstateofmind,oratall,buthedidn’t…Hedoesn’tevenknowwhathethoughtanymore.

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