≈akes harry’s silene as a yes he sighs, stares at the floor “an, i still do i an’t say i’ happy about eo hi”
this ti, harry loses his eyes, as alf shoulders appear behd his eyelids “yeah”
“d’you rekon he’ll o bak to hogwarts?”
“i don’t know i thk it…it depends”
ron nods, uands what he doesn’t say “rs alfoy wrote for to tell you that you an o bak”
harry nods, sha akg his heeks burn at how he jt siply turail and ran fro the anor “thanks, ron”
“y bak, aren’t you?”
“yeah”
“alright” ron looks like he still wants to say sothi does he’s still lookg at the floor, eyebrows furrowed, teeth w his lower lip, and his hand i, but harry sees the exat ont wheht, harry
“e on,” ron says, and his sile doesn’t quite reah his eyes, beae he still does harry’s obsession over drao alfoy, and harry does hiself either, but he’s still thankful that r
ron stands up, strethes, and gives hi a little gri you hungry?”
harry isn’t,he goes as as if he is anyway
herione’s atralia, reaquais with the daughter they fot they had
harry and ron are worried her letters talk about thgs that are okay (her parents are ihey know who she is now), but avoids talkg about the thgs that are not (why they haveo e, and how uh do her parents know? how uh of their ories were returhey know she’s purposefully keepg it fro the, beae they’re all gh sothg, ahio do is to add to that
it has beehs si saw her, and it’s like sothg’s issg whe here they both wa harry knows that ron wants that a way that’s different
≈hat sothg happened durg…well, durg, and that’s what they talk about while eatg olly’s roast beef aoes
it’s beehs sihe war, siever happeween ron and herio’s the first ti harry has asked, ai didhe right ti then to talk about suh thgs when fred’s dead and re’ dead ae all those funerals
after, when harry’s bak bed and ron’s gone and kreaher’s leahe ptes, harry thks to hiself that aybe why ron isn’t angry at hi f hiself with alfoy so uh is beae he uands what it’s like for all yhts ao be onsud by one person
harry doesn’t k if he likes that parallel
ron and herione
hi and…
≈o sleep before he an fish verbalizg that thought
harry visits the
alfoy’s gaze is bnk aga, ahat, but that still doesn’t s the well of disappoi i of his stoah
“he os and goes,” narissa says softly fro beside hi her gaze towards her son is sad “it’s episodi the healers say it’s a for of disassoiation, his d’s way of gettg through the traua of azkaban and beihe dentors”
harry realls what it feels like the skg feelg of dread ah, all the g out fro his fiips, as if the blood his ves is sl to ie he holds his breath, sared to ask “did they…”
narissa shakes her head firly “no, but i take it you’ve seeor before?”
was alost kissed by ohks, but keeps it to hiself “yes, i have”
“then you know what it feels like and th it aga and aga, every day, for three onths”
harry feels sik jt thkg about it
≈ a soft sigh, narissa sits down on one hair and waves a hand for harry to sit oher
he does, aross fro drao, who’s awake, breathg, but his gaze is dista aga his white blond hair sd, and his haop of eah other on his p he looks alost…gentle
narissa folloologize for the ht, r potter”
“harry,” harry uts ier is too foral, too rei of their old retionship, espeially this hoe “and no you doo apologize for that”
narissa looks at hi i’s lear that she did but a sile sloears o’s wistful “thank you, harry”
this ti, she shifts ihat her body is fag hi opletely, as if she is giviteurns serio “i an’t say i uand why you feel responsibility over y soually worried about you”
harry sits up straight, startled at what she’s suatg the defeely on his lips “i don’t…i don’t an any har,” he says, hurt
“no, you isuand ,” narissa rhes to assure hi she shakes her head “voldeort—” and the unflhg way that narissa says his na has harry w jt where did this woahis e “—is gone, and sn of terror, all beae of you you’re a hero, harry you ahg you want and it will be given to you you ao live however you want erng yourself over drao is, i uand, a…” here, her lips press tightly agaiher, and there is an expression of pa that flitters aross her fae “a hi, perhaps?”