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“Iwantanewbroom.”Harrysaid,runninghisfingersdownthehandleoftheonethatthemanagerhadleftforthemtosuspect,eyesdancing.Dracofiguredthisiswhathemusthavelookedlikebackintheapothecaryshop.“Deserveit,afterlastyear,huh?”

“Thenbuyit.”Dracowasn’tusedtolivingwithsomeonelikeharry,apersonwhohadfeltwhatitwastoneedtoconservemoney.InDraco’shouse,ifyousawsomethingyouwanted,yougotit,nomatterthecost.(Evenifthecostwasn’tmonetary.)“UsesomeofyourProphetmoney.”

OneofthetrialsafterthewarcenteredaroundtheProphetandallthefalsestoriestheyhadbeenprinting.Theresultwasasiftheyhadturnedthewholebuildingupsidedownandshookit,untileverycorruptededitorsandwritershadfallenout,firedandwithoutanotherjobtoturnto.AndHarrygotalotofreparationmoneyforthethingstheyhadprintedabouthiminhisfifthyear.

Harrylookedtemptedforamoment,butthenheputitbackandlookedaroundforthemanager,whoheeitherwantedtosaygoodbyetoorthank.He’salwaysunfailinglypolitetothepeopleworking.“Nah.WherewouldIflyit,anyways?”Butthenhewasturningbacktoitagain,soobviouslywantingit.“ThoughIcouldgototheWeasleys.Youcouldcometo.”

Hemadetheofferinanoff-handsortofway,butDracostillrecoiled,drawingawayfromHarryasifthethoughthadburnedhim..“No.”Hespitthewordoutandthepanicroseup,becausedidn’tHarryunderstand?“Ikilledtheirson.”Thatwastheawfultruthofit,howwhenyouareonthewrongsidebutstillrightenoughtofeelguilt,everyhorriblethingfellontoyourshoulders.“I’mnevergoingthere.”

Harrydoesn’tpush,justlookedsad,likehewantedtoholdDracobutcouldn’tmakehimselfreachout.“Alright.”

Buttheybothknewitwasn’t.

“Listen.”Harrywasleavinghim,leavinghimatthedooroftheWeasleys’shop,andDracodidn’tknowifitwaspaybackforhiscommentorifthiswasHarry’ssickideaoftryingtofixthings,buthewasaboutreadytothrowhisdignityoutthewindowandbegforHarrytostay,becausethiscannothappen.“It’sjustgoingtobeaminute.”

“I’llcomewithyou.”Dracocouldnotexpresshowmuchhedidn’twanttogointhere,alltheruleshethoughtitwouldbebreaking.ItwasdifferentwhenhewaswithHarry.Harrywasashield,someonethatstoppedpeoplefrombeingremindedofwhatDracohaddone.“I’lljustwaitoutside.”

“Idon’tthinkthat’sagoodidea.”Dracowasabouttoaskwhy,whenherealizedthatheknew.Theyhadbeenhereallday,andtherewereonlytwoshopstheyhadn’tgoneto:thetwins,andOllivanders.OfcourseHarrywouldwanttoseehim,andofcourseDracocouldn’tgo.

“Right.”HistookhishandoffHarry’sarm,becausehedidnotdeservetotouchhim.HecouldhearHarrycallingafterhim,buthedidnotwanttobemoreofanuisancethanhealreadyhad,soheturnedandwalkedbackthroughthedoor.

Dracohadbeeninhereexactlyonce,whenhehadboughtthePeruvianinstantdarknesspowder.Then,itwascrowdedandburstingattheseamswithproducts,sobrightthatitalmosthurttolookat.Nowitwasquiet,withgapingholesontheshelvesandawitchwithapinchedfacebehindthecounter.

Hewanderedthroughtheshelves,pickinguponeproductandthenputtingitback.He’sfineuntilheturnsacornerandcomesuponabinofedibledarkmarks,allthoseskullsandsnakesstaringupathim.

“Don’tyoualreadyhaveoneofthose?”HehadbeenscaredofGeorge,butheshouldn’thave.Heshouldhavebeenscaredofeveryoneelse,andofallthedisplaystohavebeencaughtinfrontof,Dracoknewthiswasnotagoodone.“Ifyouwantanothermark,wecangiveyouone.”

Dracodidn’traisehiswand.Hedidn’tdefendhimself,justwonderedwhattheyweregoingtodo,iftheyweregoingtoburnsomethingontohimandlistentohimscreamorjustdoitthemuggleway.Attheveryleast,hewouldn’thaveitsaidthathestartedafightinGeorge’sshop.

Butitdoesn’tcometothat.

“Oi.”ItwasGeorge,wearinghisfadedworkrobesofthatawfulmagenta,lookinglikehehadn’tcomeoutofthebackroominweeks.“Whatdoyouthinkyou’redoing?”HiseyesdartfromthekidstoDracotothebinofthedarkmarksandseemstounderstandimmediately.“He’sgotarighttoshophereasmuchasyoudo.Ifyoudon’tlikeit,youcanleave.”

Theyscowlandthenstomptheirwayout,slammingthedoorclosedbehindthem.ItleftDracoandGeorgelookingateachother,theemptystorearoundthemmakingitevenmoreawkwardthanitwouldhavebeenotherwise.