(Though after that disaster of the dihe Dursleys, Drao’s pretty sure he would if he ould.)
Turns out, though, that Drao did mihat when the people from the old DA start showing up in his living rinny, Hermione, Deahrough the door, how are you, as, try him die too bite his lip to keep his oo himself. I wasn’t anything that Harry hadn’t done a millio ihis was him going to fae dowy bloodthirsty people and no . They were still just all kids, vigirying to take down people whoing to pull their punhes.
“You’re ool if Luna rashes here with yinny shouts the question at him from out in the halloking her head around the doorway, and Drao jumps. He’d been too busy wathing Harry to notie.
& that it sou was atually a questioy sure that if he said no Ginny would give him a bk eye and Luna would end up waiti here, anyways. “That’s fine. pany’ll be nie.”
And it will be. He knows from the war that he doeso bei behind, and when Harry had shrugged off his half-hearted offer of help, Drao one lo paing the hallways for Harry’s return.
“I told you it would be fine.” Harry omes up from behind him out of nowhere, ao the hand he had ped on his shoulder. “Drao will keep an eye on her.”
“I’d rather keep an eye on you.” He’d promised himself he wouldn’t do it, beause Harry does hi belong to him, and anyways, saving the day is as muh a part of Harry as his lightning bolt sar. Self sarifiing tende ohose things you have to put up with if you pn for him. “’t you let someo?”
& say haven’t you done enough, whih is what he’d been thinking sine Harry first a he was going to be goihese people. Finish what Dumbledore had started, and all that.
“I’m going to be fine.” Harry’s got his hand ed around Drao’s hem fae to fae with oweehinks of hood bye sene Hermih oes earlier and steps away. “It’s ime.”
“It’s wed on his hands, trying to keep Harry’s attention foused on him. “This time they’ve got nothing to lose.”
A. None of you-know-who’s old supporters do, they’re just on the rury and trying taihe power they used to have. For them, they’re o ao fis them w their o to Azkaban. Drao’s got a feeling they would rather it be the first hoie, and they wouldn’t mind murderio do it.
“I’m going to be fine.” Harry’s eyes searh aross his fae, and Drao looks away, not wanting to him to see how worried he is. “I promise.”
Don’t make promises you ahinks, and theake what reassura.
“It’s a bunh rebels,” Ginny said, smiling softly at Drao. She’s probably had to be the girl left behioo many times, aly how this feels. “We’ll be bak by midnight.”
Bak by midnight.
What a bunh of bloody liars.
Drao believes them at first, beause Luna had told him that Gi and that these things no very quikly, so he sits beside her ao her dro the hanges she’s making to the Quibbler (whih, without her father’s i the load of horseshit it used to be), starihe whole time. He wathes the minute hand, ahe hets loser awelve o’lok.
Awelve omes, and Harry does not. One omes, and Harry does y, and Luo look armed at the feroity he hile paing around the room.
“They’re going to be bak, you know.” Luirely alm. Draet the smallest of suspiions that it was him that he ompany, ninny had knowed wheo be o him. “Things ome up.”
“Things?” He rouending to bully her over something that was like he used to, but theakes iing fae and wide eyes and an’t brio do it, whih is a shame. It would have made him feel better. “What thily?”
Luna shrugs. “People don’t always like to ooperate when they’re beied for murder.” Whih, okay, fair, but not a good eion, beause Drao was still onoting images of Harry bleeding out on the ground somewhere aio tell him good bye, or srateful he was that Harry stood up that day at the ministry. But then Luna yanks him away from his worry entirely by suggesting they make a ake.
“Why the bloody hell would we make a ake?”
&ares at her. For the most part, Drao has beome used to the idea that Lu see thi everyone else does, but he didn’t see how ooking would improve the situation.
“Ginny’s always huhese sorts of things.” She waved her hand in the air, like these sorts of things liated and worrisome as a two a day Quiddith pratie. “I think it’s a hht.”
Drao stops to stare at her, ahat maybe he doesn’t want to turn her loose in his spotless kithen. And also that maybe he doesn’t want to just keep sitting in here all by himself.
“Yeah, alright.” He heaves himself off the ouh. “But I pik the frosting.”
When Harry does finally stumble in the door, Drao’s so au