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ButDracohadknown.Hehadseen.Andhehadbeenthefirsttomove,sobythetimeeveryoneelsewasjustpushingbacktheirchairs,hewaslungingacrossthoselastfewfeetofspace,shovinghersohardthatheishalfworriedhemighthavehurther,butheknewthatitwouldnothavehurtasbadashavinganentirechandelierfallontopofyou.

Ha,hethinks,evenashehearsherscream.Hehasenoughtimetonoticethatshehasclearedthewreckageandtocurlupinaball,enoughtimetocoverhisfacewithhisarmsandcatchsightofGeorgebarrelingtowardshim,leapingoverDraco’sfallenchair,buthewasnotfastenough.SeemslikeI’vedonesomethinggreatafterall.

Chapter30

Harry

Afterfightingoffmonstersforthepastsevenyears,Harryhadlearnedtoneverstopwatchingoverhisshoulder,butthatdoesn’tmeanhealwaysrealizeswhathe’sseeing.

Like,hegotaskedforhiswandjustlikeeveryoneelse,andinsteadofthinkingabouthowstrangeitwasthattheywereclaimingitwasforsecuritywhenithadneverbeendonebefore,heonlythoughtabouthoweveryoneelsewashandingitoverwithoutaproblem(everyoneexceptDraco,whohesitatedjustforafractionofasecond,sofastyoucouldblinkandmissit)andhowhislingeringuneasemusthavejustbeenaproductofthewar,anotherwaythathewasscarred,sohehandsitoverandtriestopushawayhownakedandvulnerableitmadehimfeel.

OrhowwhenHermionegotcalledtogiveherspeech,everyonesatintheirseatsandcheeredforher,alloftheministrypeoplewithstiffsmilesontheirfaceandallofherfriendsgenuinelyhappy,exceptforonemaninthebackdressedinblacklikethewaitstaffbutnot,becausehisclothesdidnothavetheirinsigniaonit,andalsothatsamemanwastheonewhocreptfromthebackoftheroomdownthesideandfinallyedgedhiswayuptothepodium,closeenoughwherehemighthavebeendistractingifhewasnotthekindofpersonwhopeoplelookedrightpast.

Orthefactthatthechandelierwasswaying,justabitofatilt,likeitwascaughtinasoftwind,andforonce,theonlytimeitwouldhavebeenhelpful,hewasnotcomparingittoamomentfromthewar,wasnotthinkingofdungeondoorsandHermione’sscreamsandabeautifulplacetodiewithfriends,hewasthinkinghowitwassortofpretty,upuntilthemomentwhereHermioneherselfrealizedthatitwashappening,herexpressionchangingfromannoyedtopanickedasshehalfraisedherhandtoblockthelightthathadlitupacrossherface.

Harryseesitall,buthedoesn’tunderstandwhatitmeans,notlikeDraco,whoisupandmovingbeforeanyoneelseputstogetherwhatishappening,screamingatHermionetomove,getdown,getoutofthewaywithsuchdesperationthatdespiteeverything,Harryisstruckbythethoughtthathereallymustloveher,toyelllikethat.Theirtableisintheveryfrontrow,sootherthanhavingtoduckaroundGeorge’schair,thereisnothingtoblockhispathtothepodium,soit’sastraightpathfromthemtoHermione.

Theyallwatchithappening.Heseesitlikeit’sinslowmotion,likehe’sbackinbattleandhissurvivalsensesaretryingtogivehimextramomentstofigureoutwhichwaytododge.Thistime,thereisnothingtodo,becausehehadbeensoconfidentintheirownsafetythathecouldnotyetfigureoutthatsomethingbadwasabouttohappen,andanyways,whatwashesupposedtodowithoutawand?Therewasnothingforhimtodo,exceptforwatch.

HecanhearRonyelling,screamingforpeopletomove,tohelp.HecanseeGeorgeunderstandwhatwasgoingtohappenatthesametimethatHarryhad,howhemovestohissideforawandthatisnotthere.HecanseeKingsley,running,hismouthhalfopeninayell,buthecouldalsoseethathewouldnotgetthereintime.

HecanalsoseeDraco,running,leaping,closingthatlastgaptothrowhimselfatHermione.SheisknockedtothesideandrollsdownthefewstepstoGeorgeandHarry’sfeet,andeventhoughsheiscryingoutinpainandclearlyishavingtroublebreathing(theywouldfindoutlaterthatshebroketworibsandbruisedthreemoreonherleftside)hedoesnotstop,justhurtlesoverher,tryingtogettowhereDracoislyingintime.

Thereisnotenoughtime.There’snotimeforanything,justforDracotocurlinonhimselfandthrowhishandsoverhisface,andHarryjustbarelycatchesaglimpseofhowrelievedhelooks,howproudbeforehe’scoveredupintherubble.

Somewhere,someoneisscreaming,cryingoutforDracotobealright.It’sonlylater,whenallthesoundscomerushingbackandhebecomesawareofthestingingpaininhishandsthatHarryrealizesitwashim.

“Comeon.”Heisdiggingthroughtherubble,pullingawaytwistedlengthsofmetalandsweepingawaythescatteredcrystals.Theycrunchunderhisfeetandgrindintohisskinwhenhedropstohisknees,ripthroughhispalmswhenhestartstodigthroughitall.Forthefirsttimeinhislife,hefeelsbadforthepeoplewhodidnotknowwhatitistobemagic,whohavetowatchthingslikethishappenandbehelplesstostopthem.“Comeon,Draco,comeon.”

Becausehewashelpless.Hewashelplessbeforeitstartedandhewashelplessashewatcheditfallandhewashelplessnow,movingthismessawayfromwherehethoughtDracohadbeenburied,whenforallHarryknewhewasthreefeettohisrightandHarrywasonlyburyinghimdeeper.

Someonefallstotheirkneesbesidehim,andwithoutlookingheknowsitisRon,becauseheknowsthosehands,thosescarsandthosefrecklesandtheonemolewherehispalmmeetswrist,andheisfilledwithanoverwhelmingwaveofgratitudetohim,knowingthathemusthavepassedbyHermionetocomestandbesidehim,tohelpHarryfindtheoneheloveseventhoughthewomanthatRonloveshadjustbeenattacked.

“Comeon,Draco,”Harrysays,andheisnotsurewhatthatmeans,ifheiscallingforhimandreallyexpectingananswer,ifitisapleaoraprayerorsomethingstuckbetween,ifheactuallythinksthereissomeoneouttherelistening.“Bealright.Bealright.”