“i don’t want it to be like the dursleys nothi was—there was never—” he squeezed his eyes shut and thought about shy floor tiles and rystal gsses and bldg lights, expensive ouhes whose hions don’t see very vitg and a upboard, always og bak to the upboard, the way the dt would fall to his eyes whehrough the stairs and how se he i it was, he ould trik hiself to thkg that the hours were really days, onths, years, life spng out front of hi without hi ever getti was like livg a gss hoe like if you talked too loud, you would break it”
“like you were suffoatg,” drao said, and it reihat they were buildg this ho together that drao had his own thgs that he was tryg to pull away fro “like there was never a ont that they weren’t wathg”
“but i don’t waher” harry said, beae even though they had doo ake it see like a pe they ould live , it was jt filled with too any ories “i wa has ht”
“light” drao piked up his quill aga ahe fire like he regretted throg away his neer “i an work with light”
“tell what you want,” drao says ter, whisperg the wht to his ear like it’s so sort of seret, and harry atehe way that his hands were ovg, searhg hi out uhe overs “tell what you want and i a you”
a hair with the stuffg og out of the hions herione’s afghans staked up i we keep thefront p hairs, a garden off to the side that s no atter how hard we try to ake it isathed dishes the sk aable sorhed fro your onstantlypotions and fresh baked bread ihe radio always turned on loherikes and a big piture dow our bedroo aoo, an old dog with a bu leg that we get fro a uggle shelter, the o had been there so long that it had give anyone was gog to love hi, we ao resue hi, a’d be a good life, that
“nothg,” is what he says, beae all that would take too long and would kill the ood aill doesn’t thk it’s gog to happen, anyways “jt you”
≈ed walkg through the hoe aga
≈hg about ovg on that harry didn’t know is that it’s sort of jt anoodbye, where you have to lrip on all those ories that you’re afraid of fettio keep faiure, io keep putti froher and it should be easy, i that was before you take to aouhat had happehis iserable old buildg—how it was the o for the ihe party when ron and herios, gee aher, where re and tonks fell love, where siri was
≈is, if harry is not areful, he an trik hiself to thkiurn a orhe wathg hi, waitg to see if he had lived up to the hero that they had taken hi to be sotis, he wants to rip this hoe doall and brik by brik i ohe will get to go free sotis, he thks of standg the doorway ahat he is sorry, jt ihere is ahey would be able to hear
≈ sure if he’s ready to leave the all behd
“you do rid of it”
harry jups at the sound of drao’s voie he’d been aught the iddleat the pe where the portrait of siri’ other ed to hang
“and why would rid of it?”
“beae you’re ohe ky people who an afford to buy a hoe without sellg the old oilted his head, lookiy spae, aybe thkg of how he should redo the aper so you aell where the piture had been “too ao jt walk away”
“i don’t want it”
the idea of keepg it was t with a revulsi that if harry had had any doubts about ovg out before, he wouldn’t have any now
≈e it to the historial soiety, let it be turo a eu for rl’s sakes” drao thed harry’s fgers his ow would ake hi listen “all i’ sayg is that you dohis pe, it, any ore of you you doo figure out anythg now, and you do alone, reber? i’ here, food” he was here here, ahg, n as expetg hi to “dohis iee of you”
harry wishes it were that easy
chapter 34
harry
drao gets pardoned
harry’sos as a shok, really, espeiallyhow he and herione and gee have been shog up at the istry one a week lobbyg fe his rial stat, but noroof of the haarg up at hi bk and white, harry a feel like the ground had fallen out fro underh hi
“it’s over,” drao says, aears his eyes, and harry pulls hiself out of his own head loo ears his boyfriehe way that his hareblg, jt a little, the ost they have days, and realizes how great this t be for hi, to not be a arked ai ihere’s a differeelli you are i every night befo to sleep and havg the gover proi it to the whole world, as the daily prophet would surely say toorroer “it’s all over”
over is really a funny word for it there’s b