did he thk that alfoy was goi of azkaban okay ahrhth year peae ahg’s goi and everyone’s gog to fally be happy?
or aybe, aybe he’s ryg beaehe hado prevent
≈onks fred snape dubledore cedri siri god, siri
and now drao alfoy losg his d azkaban
he should have beeo preve, right?
the war’s over why are those around hi still sufferg?
≈ired
≈ired tryg to avoid the press, tryg to avoid the istry, tryg to avoid the burrow and the weasleys’ i he’s faily hough he’s not, not really, and he feels like aheir grief when they see hi aend that they’re not a son, a brother
≈ryg to avoid hiself ost of all, beae he’s spent nights alone griauld pe as were long nights, strethg ipossibly further, as dark as a forest (dark as death), as quiet as the afterlife (like white he afterlife’s not that peaeful after all), with eah tik of the lok ehh the walls and ountihat he lost
but seeg drao alfoy like that reds hi, fores hi to see that avoidg the proble doesn’t really fix it, ki bigger ag, ahe war’s over, but that does everythg’s okay
everyoill sufferiill sufferg a yet done losier all
he a hiself off the floor and towards the firepe ier roo, takiy to floo hiself bak to griauld pe
≈ is still long and it is still dark and the hoe is still quiet, unbearably so, so he loks hiself his roo a erge until ron’s knokg on his door theday
≈he lok tells hi it’s past nh ti
duri, exhated and eyes swollen after ryg so uh, he had soho, and for this, he is grateful he doesn’t know how he ould have survived that whole night awake
“harry,” os rohe other side of the door, and it’s soft and areful, and harry knows at o ron khg
“i’ up,” harry says, v he swallows the dryness down his throat, aries aga “i’ up”
“u sent you food have you eate?”
he has a headahe, but he fores hiself out of bed ahks he looks awful, his fae feels stiky, but there’s no pot hidg it not fro ron, anyway
aired to even suoo look for his wand
≈he door, lets ron see
ron’s sharp ih onfirs that he does look awful “ate”
harry rubs his fae with his hands, rubs the stikihe dried tears off and onto his fgers his eyes hurt “that bad?”
“you look like gilderoy lokhart”
harry snorts “that bad, then”
≈urng around and lyg bak down on his bed his head’s throbbg “how did you know?”
“alfoy’s u sent y u an owl said she’s worried about you”
“that’s…awfully friendly”
“i know u ould first yesterday, kept sayihat rs alfoy’s probably phg, but rl, harry, i thk u’s pnnio send over beberry pies it sounds ridiulo, but i thk w about you is akg the loser”
“that’s…well, that’s good i thk”
ro harry’s fae, bef o of the bed “so alfoy’s bak, huh?”
harry realls the iage of alfoy sobbg his wheelhair and keeps his eyes firly on the eilg “yeah”
“how is he?”
“not good”
“tn’t be, if you’re like this”
harry keeps quiet ron knows hi best knows his obsession with alfoy best, beae he was the one who was so agast it that he had th the pr to uand it harry doesn’t know what rohe end of that proess, but ron t have ohg for hi to be so al about it now
or aybe it’s beae of the war
≈he are both quieter rospetive it’s ore obvio ron, who’s ually the first to blive to his ore explosive eotions they’ve fought over so any thgs durihat anydifferenes noortao fight over anyore
ron looks at hi “he is the reasohis, right?”