Potter was silent.
& me rephrase that. Will you be able to get up every m and push through diffiult, almost hopeless situations? Will ying through people’s personal lives in an impersonal way, oftentimes making them unomfortable, even ausing them pain? Will you do that if it will help you reah your ultimate objetive?” Igora leaned forward aare. Will y holiday jumpers if it means…She frowned. “Will you give everythihe life of the persoo find?”
&er said.
&o whih?”
“All of it,” he pursed his lips. “It isn’t about me.”
& was. Ighed and sat bak. So the ulminatiay would be taki Harry Potter under her wing. “Y to end up tra by the holidays.”
He smiled, “I really don’t think I will.”
She eyed him. “You’ll have long nights, early ms. If you keep your Lohe ommute will wear on you.”
“I’ll get a ft here,” he nodded.
“Your persoionships will suffer,” she stated. She shot him a oy smile. “You won’t see muh of your boyfriend.”
Harry didn’t blink. “He’s a workaholi, too.” A seo by and then he’d realized what he’d said. “Hang on, how do you know about that?”
Ignora’s smile widened. “I have eyes,” she said. “Even if I didn’t, all Edinburgh talked about st otter’s trip and his very publi arguments with Drao Malfoy.” She oor fashion hoies whih,” she nodded a his pin bk suit and tie, “I’m gd to see today are solid fabris.”
Iarus Sableton stood irium pretending to listen to Bastien Queensbury’s piering ompints. On some level, he was grateful for his ree with a MLaggen as it iiehreshold.
“—aed several mental ma require your full ooperatioers. I woher areer-making ase beause of your iude!” Quee Iarus. “Are you listening?”
“No,” he replied and turhe sight of Unspeakable Malfoy. “Exuse me.” Iarus followed the blond and joined him i. Ohe doors losed, he turned aill o join the Eleven?”
Malfoy slowly turared at him. “No, I should think not.”
Iarus shook his head. “You’re the first persohe Timepiees who hasn’t been drawn in by the power.” He’d wohe ease in whih Malfoy had simply haimepiee bak, ter submittiesting for the Pandora problem. “You don’t feel ompelled to use it again?”
“I—I thought maybe,” Malfoy stared at the lift doors a aime for? The way I see it, I’m quite happy i.”
The a satisfied Iarus, but he still didn’t quite know if Malfoy ould be trusted. The Iniquitous Eleveen, as they erson short for the foreseeable future—were rumored to be divided on how to proeed with hoosi for Zivantus. Some viewed Malfoy as the heir appareus freely gifted the Timepiee to him. Others had their ow who the should be. But oher hand, rumors of the Ministry raking doard departmehe eyes that ko look at the Eleven— to be very ied i had reently trahe group might not hold as muh power as they’d like to believe. art from their autorati ontrol of Time. It ath going forarties. Iarus wohe blond ould prove to be great ally in the oming days of hange.
& reahed the Department of Mysteries and Malfoy exited toward his offie. “You have quite the level head, Malfoy,” Iarus said.
He was ahe other ma also ouldhink of Malfoy’s suggestion the week bef his debrief. He ouldhe moment Malfoy had pulled a handkerhief from his poket and slid it aross the table. “I’ve saved some of the inquollis aniorpus leaves.” He’d added rather ominously, “Should the Mihemselves in a simirly dire situation.”
Iarus had beeo find out that Malfoy k ome and arguably best kept serets. Oher people k, and Iarus still hadn’t diserned if Malfoy had figured it out on his owold for some speifi reason. When he’d fih Malfoy and Potter, Iarus had walked the Charm- Sealed leaves of the po a speifi shelf in The Room of Things that Are Fotten, Misped, Unused, aainly Do.
&o pass several dozen rows and quite a few reoghat stood out among the piles of the gerous, the uhe broke sight of the Mirror of Erised, the ati Billowing, the Pensieve of Broke deided to put what was left of the Soul-ear some bit of flesh in a jar he’d loo be Voldemort’s nose.
Epilogue
“As we’ve seen, the urses are radially differeher but reted in that they eah pertain to a speifi Greek mythos.” Hermio her wall of er tork, thousands of pages of A Greek texts, hundreds of srolls depitihs, ay, flirtatious members host Soiety, Hermione had figured out absolutely nothing about the urses ohin Pandora’s Box. “Merlin,” she sighed ao a nearby armhair. The room was barrehe rge table that stood luttered with books, parhments, take away boxes, aerious item iion.
&ared at the intriate silver box oable. Every