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“MaybeIshould.”Heturnstoleave,andthenhesitates,becausehedoesnothavetobeafraidanylonger.“ButIcouldcomeback.Later.Whenyou’vehadsometimetogetusedtotheideaof.”

Whenyou’vehadmoretimetobealone,iswhatheissaying.Whenyourealizethatyoureallydomissme.

Dracowaitsamoment,buthisfatherdoesnotanswer.Andthat’sokay.Dracoisn’ttheonethatneedssomeonetocareabouthim.

Chapter41

Harry

Theyarepackinguptoleave.

Hecan’tbelieveit,honestly.Eventhoughhehadbeentheonetosignthepapersforthecottage,apartofhimmusthavethoughtthatitwastoogoodtobecomereality,likehehadbeenlivinginhalfadaydreamforthesepastfewweeks.Harryhadspentsolonglivingalifewherehappyendingsarenonexistentthathemusthavebeenconstantlypreparinghimselffortheothershoetodrop,butnow,withonlyafewdaysuntilthemoveindate(andbeforeLunaandGinny’swedding)hefinallyisabletoacceptthathemightbegettinghishappyending.

“That’sitthen.”TherewasaloudrippingsoundasDracotapedoverthetopofthebox,lookingaroundthelivingroom.Hedespiseddoingthingsthemuggleway,butdespitehowmanytimeshehadtried(andMerlin,hadhetried,alllastnight,thetapetwistingandbunchingandsometimesgettingsowrappedaroundDracothatHarryhadtocomecuthimoutofit),hecouldn’tlevitatethetapedispenserinawaytogetittolayneatlyoverthefoldsofthebox.“Didwegeteverything?”

“Ithinkso.”Dracopickeduphisnotebookandleafedthroughituntilhefoundtherightpage.Hehadmadelistsforeveryroominthehouse.WhenRonsawit,hehadgivenalowwhistleandsaidthatitwasashamethatDracoandHermionehadn’tbeenfriendsbackinschool.Imaginethestudyschedules,Hehadmutteredwhentheirbackswereturned,andHarrythoughtthatthatwasagoodenoughreasonforthetwoofthemtoneverhavebeenallowedinthesameroomtogetherbackinschool,hadtheynothatedeachother.“Accordingtothelist.”

“Andthelistisalwaysright.”Harrytuggedthenotebookoutofhishandandthrewitdownonthetable,distractinghimwithakiss,becauseifhedoesn’theadthisoffbeforeitstarts,Dracowillspendtheeveningcheckingandrecheckingandrecheckingtherecheck,workinghimselfintosuchastatethatHarryhastorunthrougheverythingtheyhadpackedbeforehecanwalkawayfromtheboxes.“Itseemssmaller,now.Allpackedup.”

Thewholehousedid,really.HarryhadthoughtaboutturningitovertotheministrylikeDracohadsuggestedinthebeginning,turnitintosomesortofmuseum,buthedecidedagainstit,becausehedidnotthinkthatSiriuswouldhavelikedthat.Hisgodfather,whohadspenthiswholelifewantingnothingmorethantobreakfreeofthisplace,wouldhavewantedtostrikeamatchandburnthewholeplacedownhimself.Itfeltlikethebestwaytohonorhim,makingsurethatGrimmauldPlacedieswiththeoneswhohadlivedinit.

(Inaway,walkingawayfromthishousefeltlikethefinalactofsayinggoodbyetoallthoseghostshehadbeenafraidoffacing.Thefirststeptoworkingthroughthegriefhehadignored,wherehewalksthroughroomsinthehouseandgreetsmemorieslikeoldfriends—ofSirius,ofFred,ofMadEye,Remus,Tonks,evenDobby,likethishousewasthebadpartsofthosememories,theraw,bloodypartsthatarestillscabbingover,andonceHarrywalksoutofthisplaceforgood,thememorieswilleasetheiraching,turnbittersweetinsteadofthewhitehotburningtheyarenow.)

That’snottosayit’sbeeneasy.JustasthehousehadfoughtagainstthecleaningcrewbackinHarry’sfifthyear,itwasfightingagainstthemnow,likeitcouldsensethatwhenHarryandDracodragtheirboxesoutthedoor,itwouldbeshutin,lefttofallintoderelictionanddisrepair.Harryhadpickedupthecrusadeagainstitsmanyroomsalloveragain,andtogether,heandDracohadtorntheheadsofhouseelvesfromthewall(theyburiedthemintheruinsoftheMalfoygarden,becauseHarrycouldnotstandtheactofjustthrowingtheminthegarbagelikeRonhadurgedthemto,notunderKreacher’swatchfuleyeandHermione’sglare),brokenintoboardedupclosetstocleartheshelvesofanythingdangerous,andsealedupthecellarforgood,untilitwasnothingbutanold,creakinghousewithnothinglefttooffertheworld.

Evenifhetriedtosell,Harrywasn’tsurethattherewouldbeanyonecrazyenoughtobuyit.Thethoughtfillshimwithalittlebitofjoy,likehehaddonerightbySiriusafterall.

(It’ssortofafuckyou,too.Like,hey,paintingofSirius’crazymother,rememberwhenyouwouldyellaboutmudbloodsandtraitorsandfilth?Nowyoucanscreamallyoulike,untilthepaintfadesandthewallpaperpeelsandyouarenothingbutrot,noonewillhearyou,thoughitisanewlevelofcrazytoseekrevengeagainstapainting.)

“Maybeyou’vejustgottenbigger.”Dracogrinsupfromhisspotonthefloor,surroundedbyemptyboxesandpileofrubbishthattheyweregivingawayandthatalwayspresenttapedispenser.“Toogrownupforitnow.”

Yes,Harrythought,kneelingonthecouchcushionabovehimandbendingoversohecanhugDracofrombehind,thatmustbeit.

Draco

Asthehouseempties,becomingmoreandmorelikeanewplacealtogether,Dracoisfindingithardtosleepagain.