And you, mother? Where have you been? Sitting in this apartmehing ever happened?
“What do you wao do?” He shouldhat. Shouldhe bme onto himself, like he had dohing wrong. What Drao should have done was demand ant to see a ma, who led his only son down all the wrong paths. Why he should are about the man who ruined him.
“Help him.” She was still stroro’s what Drao realized, sitting there, as she reahed aross the table to luth at his haears in her eyes, a tell if they were real or a harade to make him py by her rules. “You’ve got powerful friends hem.”
& wahe kind of person who makes friends only to ollet favors, but Drao does n that to her. It is not the world she lives in.
“I’ll ask,” He pr away from her. “But I an’t make any promises.”
If Drao has learhing, it is that promises are rarely kept.
Harry
&s bak from offee with Hermione, he finds Drao standihen, holding a mug of tea in his hand and staring out the window.
“Hey.” He keeps his voie ral on purpose, when really he wao know how the after. “Did you get to see your mom?”
Harry knows that the situation liated, so he eting Drao to ome home and be happy about it. But he dido turn and put his fist through the wall, either, or immediately ry out aer he makes ontat, luthing at his hand.
“Holy fuk,” Drao swears, beause Drao likes to say the f-word a lot whehing surprises him, then shakes his hand out, ughing. “I didn’t think it’d be a solid wall.”
“What did you think en?” Harry’s already getting a wash rag out and ing ie ubes up in it, beause in his head he is still that muggle boy liking his wounds on his own, and it never ours him to use magi. Draet rid of the pain i he is too urn down Harry’s help, so he just stares at his hand in dismay ahe makeshift ie pak.
“I thought it ster. that my hand wht through it,” He wines, urses agaihr in the sink, keepio run over his khen I ould just repair it.”
“Ah.” Harry jumps up oer, ao him. He almost doesn’t notie when his hao Dra through it. Eveie, he doesn’t stop. “So I take it things didn’t go as well as y?”
“They did.” Drao’s voie was very surly. “And then she asked if I had beeher.”
&. Harry k. Or maybe (and it was horrible that this was the first time that Harry had this thought) he had been going to see him and just not telling anyone, beause who would give up oher, no matter how horrible?
“And?”
“And she asked me to help him.” Drao was biting his nails, whih was a bad sig you to help him.”
Drao doesn’t say anything, beause hinking of that night in the graveyard, wheared down at him and Luius fell at Voldemort’s feet.
Drao is still talking. “But you an’t help me, an you?” The words ut Harry apart, beause he hat to be the ase, that Dra and Harry be left helpless. “You wouldn’t do a damn thing about it, even if you ould.”
&o kill me.” Harry tries to make his voie as ge he falters o word. He does not know how to make Drao uahat was in his father without beio tell him that he ould , even for him. “He might have been a good person, but he was wrong.”
“He was my dad.” Drao said, miserably, ripping at his nails now, and his hands were bleeding. Harry waell him sorry, sorry that life was like this, sorry his mother asked this of them, sorry that Drao’s father did what he did, just sorry, sorry for so many things that weren’t his fault and that he ould never fix. He wao fix them, but ouldn’t, just pulled Drao to him. “He was my father.”
& muh that ould be said after that. They stay like that for a few mihen Drao pulls away, tears still staining his fae and eyes red, his voie srathy fr. Harry aears on his shirt drying.
“Whatever, right?” Drao ughed, but it s, beause nothing about this ould be less fu he did, ahing that anyone an say about it.”
&o kill me.” Harry says again, dumbstruk, beause this, this ht now, what Drao must be feeling, that was so muh worse than anything that Harry had to deal with wheo his parehey’re dead and you hey an never disappoint. “I’m sorry, Drao.”
& to him, to try and pull him bak, but Drao just barks out a ugh that he uts off befets started. “Merlin, Harry.” Drao smiles at him, tired but almost fond in a way. “I know. It’s okay.”
Harry just here is o that. And what would he say anyways? Aion of how this is not Drao’s fault, how Harry doesn’t bme him, how they are friends?
&hey are really. This is not how you feel about a friend, this is not what you do to omfort a friehey are hurting and you are hopeless to help them. They stopped being just friends a lo will help them with this.
Chapter 15
Harry
He hears sreaming.
It only takes a seohat the sound he was heario Hermiohat shouldn’t be happening, it s