theatmeowedagain,headingtowardsthedoor.

“no,youan’tgoout,”draohukled.“you’lljustomebakallwetandbegrumpywithme.”

harry’sheartlenhedathoweasilydraoughed.hehadneverseenhimthisatease.draopushedhishairbakfromhisfaeagainandsatatthetable,whihhadremnantsofsomesortoftartesatonit.draopikedatitdisiedly,pikingupabookandlookingthroughit.hedidn’tseemtobereadingitreallysomuhasholdingit.hesetitdowninhispforlongperiodsoftime,duringwhihhewouldsitandstareatthewindowsthatlookedintotheke,hewingathisthumb.

harrywassobusywathingthemaninfrontofhimthathealmostfotthatmanwasn’tsupposedtobebreathing,letalonesittinganddaydreamingfifteenfeetawayfromhim.thisiswhatmgonagallhadbeenhiding.draohadbeenherealong,lokedinthedungeonsformostofit,ifhisomplexionwasanythingtogoby.

theat,nowlosertothedoor,mewledagain,startlingbothdraoandharryoutoftheirthoughts.

“potter,youabsolutemenae,”draosighed.

harrytensedathisname.draoknewhewasthere,somehow,hadsensedhi—

“ialreadytoldyouyouan’tgoouttonight,harriet,”draosaid,walkingovertotheentrane.

theathissed.

“ok,youangoout,butifyougetsoaked,you’resleepinginthehalltonight,potter,”draowarned.“idon’tneedmyroomsmellinglikeawetat.”

draotappedthedoorandletouttheat,returningtothetable.

…draonamedhisatpotter.

draowasalive,hehadaatnamedpotter,and,harryrealizednowthatrealityhadsetin,hekeptabookofalltheartileshehadeverbeenmentionedin.andhemissedharry.

buthesaidthathemissedharry,too,

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