“thank you” harry’s eyes are ear, searhg drao’s fae for sothg “i wao know how uh i an that”
“it’s no proble” dra to be no know why aybe it’s a defense hanis “you an a lot to ”
stupid
it’s a stupid thg to say, but harry’s voie gets evehat ossible “you an a lot to , too”
“i would hope so” beh the table, drao digs his nails to his thigh, tries th the ahe that had suddenly sprung i “i don’t lib to bath tubs with jt any an, you know”
it was, adittedly, a very unsubtle way of feelihey stand fro st night, but it works the tension (and the look harry’s eyes, whatever it ant) disappears, and suddenly harry is ughihan drao had ever heard hi, and drao a, he starts ughg, too “that was so bloody weird” harry agrees, fally, a should be over but he is still starg at drao with that fond expressioill has his hand on drao’s ar “drunk people, huh?”
drao siles, relieved, and then pulls his hand away, tryg hard to hase off the feelg that he was issihg “drunk people”
harry
he’s gone for all of three utes
it’s all harry’s fault, really he left his sarf at the table, aold hi to go bak ahat he’d be fiihe alley, he believed hi and then whe, drao was gohere was the unistakable sound of a fight og fro around the orner
≈hree of the, ahere’s drao it’s , really, jt a beat doo of the boys holdg hi ihe other jt wailg on hi, sendg puhere’s bl fro drao’s nose, and a ut above his eyes, and fro lip his oat is gone and shirt sleeve is ripped, ahey fally give hi a break, drao oughs ahrough the paihe aga
“what’s the atter?” the one asks, grabbg drao by the hair and wrenhg his head up, f hi to look at hi drao spits ihe guy bakhands hi, akg hi fall to the ground “no daddy here to save you now where’s your daddy, huh drao? tell where he went”
harry doesn’t knoig, or if he was really goiay on the grou fd out, jt runs dowil he gets to the, wa ao fight
≈ away fro hi” his voie is steady, but ore franti than harry had ever heard it he washis paniked fag dowo riddle) (da a a hi like one) “you’ve got three seonds”
“oh yeah?” the one who was dog the punhg turned around to fae hi, obvioly expetg soone who was ore easily sared “and who’s gog to ake ?”
≈ any oasions whih harry is grateful that he is who he is this ti, though, he ilates his wand so they ould see his fae, aheir eyes dart up to see his sar “harry bloody potter, that’s who,” he says, and steps five drao a hand up, wishg he had o up with sothier “and y with y friend”
“your frieer?” harry reog was swarts, soone he probably ate nh with, pyed a ga of pik up quiddith with that’s the w about all this hate, how it divides the “thought better of yht you fought agast people like hi”
“y” he says, not knog what he is sayg, jt that drao is bleedg and hurt and sared and harry did not s it “i fought for y friends for the people i loved and now he’s ohe so you should get gog”
it works, fally o on three are odds they are not willg to fae, espeially if ohose o had killed the dark lord less then six onths ago “fis at harry’s feet he’s jt gd it isn’t his fae “but ≈’s a duel”
harry snorts “lookg forward to it”
they leave, and drao akes a sound that harry takes for a sob but is atually jt a ugh he’s hysteris, right there this dirty alley with his broken nose, and harry doesn’t really know what to do with that, so he rouhes on the grouo get a better look at his fae
he liks his to’s what herione always did whe, ahe end of his shirt sleeve to lear away so of the blood “it’s alright, drao” he s an ar around his shoulder and then pulls hi to his feet “we’ll get you sorted out”
drao
≈i up suks
it’s happeng ore aely, but none as bad as this oook harry a half hour to path hi up, but even that wasn’t as bad as the idea that harry had seen that, had had to resue hi fro that, like so sort of dasel distress and evehe fat that drao had
(that, he thks, is the biggest differeween hi and harry harry whtg)
“aybe i should be an auror, after all” harry’s ugh is a little dry for it to be funny, but drao still snaps his head up whe “was good at it”
he was he’d be a great o beo one on y aount”
he’s only half jokg, but harry isn’t whe and ups drao’s fae his hand, his thup brhg overhad split “who’s gog to look out for you if i don’t?”
sowhere the bak of his d, drao knows that he doesn’t an hi, speifially he ans anyone who ever had been disrii, who had felt what it was like ted to the end of a dark alley and not know if y out aga the ooill, it akes hi ang