he paed his stride, fightio go bak he ouldn’t go bak, he really oulded prall was still up, but the possibility that drao alled her down was too great not that his presene would hahg he would eat his own shoes if he wasra bak to kg’s cross at the end of the sur he uked it up but didn’t he always
he resud his walk of sha bak towards his orridors he would beg pakg to knoould go well, bak to griauld pe, obvioly, but he didn’t knoould do the hope, or rather the fantasy, that drao had wanted hi, even a sall way, had really beehe only thoughts he had taken soe ihe war and no that drao, alive and well- well, alive ahihan dead, if ly well—wa wouldn’t have hi or wanted hi, but not enough or had wa so pot, but didn’t anyore
he arvelled at the fat that it didn’t ake hi feel ao know that ii of drao alfoy’s life, he had felt sothg for harry but he supposed that was beae the knowledge ade all of his iagihe awkward first few als they would have shared after the war, both worried that the other was jt gh the otions of beg ivil to help ove alo-war uhe first few autio touhes that would lead the both to overthk, beae surely, surely he had had he? ahey realized that the other had ahey would be fag all the rebuildio do, personally, globally, together stead of separately and so redibly alone ahey’d have fought, sread at eah other until they were hs, ade aip of griauld pe with the sall wars they waged every night, hat everyone eted but aybe they would have been happy harry liked to thk they’d have been happy
but drao had been dead he had beehere was beyond a doubt no possibility of these thoughts beihan a fantasy but now he was alive, and if only drao wasn’t so sared, if only gonagall wasn’t so areful, he ould try it didod, he wished they ould try
chapter 7
“r potter, it is rather te”
“i’ sorry, professor, i realize this is an i weren’t iportant, i would have waited until ,” harry said, fidgetg nervoly oher side of gonagall’s desk “i o ake this right”
“r potter, i haveest idea as to what ould be s that it warranted akg right at o the ,” gonagall sighed “i was uhe ipressiou etgs of ours would end with y to behave like an adult”
“that’s what i a tryg to do, professor tellg you”
“telli?”
“i love hi, professor i love hi and for his safety, i feel like it would be better that i left,” harry said “i’ sure you agree”
gonagall froze
“i’ sure i don’t know what you an”
“the wolf he’s not so uh white as he is blo he? have you ever seen a blonde wolf?”
“i’ not partiurly well versed iion patterns of wolves, r pall replied slowly
≈ a body,” harry ontued
“what do you an a body? do you spet the wolf of havg killed soo a student, there are he grounds”
“professor, you’re sarter than this dohe disservieyou aren’t his other’s testiony was the only reasoo believe the pile of ashes was hi there was ifiable body”
“how?” gonagall asked, her fae darkeni she uttg on fell away
“i jt knew,” harry lied he didn’t want drao to get ihis, for his livg arra to beo a than it already was he jt wao be happy, as happy as he ould be livg as a ghost beae that’s a an livg the walls, venturg out to the dark,soul a phanto of his forr self “if the person you had falleh was lose by, wouldhe, professor? wouldn’t you jt know?”
“r potter harry you uand how iportant it is that no one knows he’s alive?”
“yes i don’t uand why you o have do you’ve do t have beeed i jt want hi to be happy”
“if that truly is your aihen you t also uand why you leavg puts a bad taste y outh i trt you, potter ipliitly but one slip up, and his safety is jeopardy asures t be taken,” gonagall ontued
right, harry thought she’ll want to obliviate
“you t uand that r alfoy’s happess ay is also y first a oer all, i risked life and lib even brgihe first pe”
“of ourse,” harry replied, phg down the sik feelg his stoah
obvioly, fettg would be the best ourse of ation for all parties volved he ould go bak to his fa knog there was even a ihe og to fruitionagall would rea out of har’s way everyo a ner aybe wi a word
≈o onsult r alfoy i trt i ao do that without havg to worry about you dog anythg rash?”
“of ourse”
“then i will see you a few hours, r potter”
and with that he was disissed
“”
drao was startled out of his sleep by soone shakg his shoulder
≈o talk,” gonagall said, proptly exitg his bedroo
she had o his apartnts before whil