he takes harry’s silene as a yes he sighs, stares at the floor “man, i still don’t like him, but i an’t say i’m hy about what hened to him”
this time, harry loses his eyes, and lets malfoy’s trembling shoulders ear behind his eyelids “yeah”
“d’you rekon he’ll ome bak to hogwarts?”
“i don’t know i think it…it depends”
ron nods, uands what he doesn’t say “mrs malfoy wrote for us to tell you that you an ome bak”
harry nods, shame making his heeks burn at how he just simply turned tail and ran from the manor “thanks, ron”
“you’re oming bak, aren’t you?”
“yeah”
“alright” ron looks like he still wants to say something, and he almost does he’s still looking at the floor, eyebrows furrowed, teeth w his lower lip, and his hand in a loose fist, but harry sees the exat moment when he deides not to “alright, harry
“e on,” ron says, and his smile doesn’t quite reah his eyes, beause he still doesn’t agree about harry’s obsesn over drao malfoy, and harry doesn’t like it himself either, but he’s still thankful that ron’s trying
ron stands up, strethes, and gives him a little grin “aren’t you hungry?”
harry isn’t, not really, but he goes and eats as if he is anyway
herne’s in australia, reaquainting her parents with the daughter they fot they had
harry and ron are worried her letters talk about things that are okay (her parents are in good health, they know who she is now), but avoids talking about the things that are not (why they haven’t ome bak to engnd yet, and how muh do her parents know? how muh of their memories were returned?) they know she’s purposefully keeping it from them, beause they’re all going through something, and the st thing she wants to do is to add to that
it has been three months sine they st saw her, and it’s like something’s missing when she’s not here they both want to see her, but harry knows that ron wants that in a way that’s different
he knows that something hened during…well, during, and that’s what they talk about while eating molly’s roast beef and mashed potatoes
it’s been three months sine the end of the war, sine whatever hened between ron and herne hened, but it’s the first time harry has asked, mainly beause it didn’t seem the right time then to talk about suh things when fred’s dead and remus’ dead and they had to arrange all those funerals
after, when harry’s bak in bed and ron’s gone and kreaher’s leaned all the ptes, harry thinks to himself that maybe why ron isn’t angry at him for busying himself with malfoy so muh is beause he uands what it’s like for all your thoughts and attenn to be onsumed by one person
harry doesn’t know yet if he likes that parallel
ron and herne
him and…
he suumbs to sleep before he an finish verbalizing that thought
harry visits them
malfoy’s gaze is bnk again, and harry expeted that, but that still doesn’t stop the well of disoi in the pit of his stomah
“he omes and goes,” narissa says softly from beside him her gaze towards her son is sad “it’s episodi the healers say it’s a form of disassoian, his mind’s way of getting through the trauma of azkaban and being so near the dementors”
harry realls what it feels like the sinking feeling of dread and death, all the warmth seeping out from his fiips, as if the blood in his veins is slowly turning to ie he holds his breath, sared to ask “did they…”
narissa shakes her head firmly “no, but i take it you’ve seen a dementor before?”
was almost kissed by one, harry thinks, but keeps it to himself “yes, i have”
“then you know what it feels like and to go through it again and again, every day, for three months”
harry feels sik just thinking about it
letting out a soft sigh, narissa sits down on one hair and waves a hand for harry to sit on the other
he does, aross from drao, who’s awake, breathing, but his gaze is distant yet again his white blond hair sways with the wind, and his hands are ped on top of eah other on his p he looks almost…gentle
narissa follows his gaze “i apologize for the other night, mr potter”
“harry,” harry uts in mister potter is too formal, too remi of their old renship, espeially in this house “and no you don’t have to apologize for that”
narissa looks at him in surprise, and it’s lear that she did not expet that but a smile slowly ears on her fae, and it’s wistful “thank you, harry”
this time, she shifts in her seat so that her body is faing him ompletely, as if she is giving him her full attenn her gaze turns seus “i an’t say i uand why you feel responsibility over my son rather, i’m atually worried about you”
harry sits up straight, startled at what she’s insinuating the defene is immediately on his lips “i don’t…i don’t mean any harm,” he says, hurt
“no, you misuand me,” narissa rushes to assure him she shakes her head “voldemort—” and the unflinhing way that narissa says his name has harry w just where did this woman hide all this e “—is gone, and so is his reign of terror, all beause of you you’re a hero, harry you an have everything you want and it will be given to you you an hoose to live however you want erning yourself over drao is, i uand, a…” here, her lips press tightly against eah other, and there is an expresn of pain that flitters aross her fae “a hindrane to that, perhaps?”
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