“thenweshallbegin,”mgonagallsaid.shepedthetipofherwandtotheirjoinedhands.

chapter8

“you’llhavetolookateahother,ifyouanmanageit,”mgonagall’ssternvoieinterrupteddrao’smusings.draothenrealizedthatthebothofthemhadbeenavoidingtheother’sgaze.

eyousure,professor?”

“yes,”draosaid,studyingharry’sfaeasthegreenlightthatfilteredthroughthedungeonwindow’smadeshapesappeararossit.

draolearedhisthroat.

“theniguessihavetobesure,too,”harrysaid.

draoneversawhimselfendinguphere.notevenbeforehehadtakenthemarkandtherewasstihaneforhimtoleadasemi-normallife.heneversawhimselfonhisknees,joininghandswithharrypotter,preparingtotakeavow.butherehewas.heusedhisfreehandtopushhishairbakfromhisfae,moreofanervoustikthanay.harry’shandwassmallerthanhis,butbroader.draorealizedhehadn’tevertouhedtheotherboy—man,now—forthislong,unlessyouountedtheiwiththefiendfyre,whihhedidn’t.

“ihavetobe,don’ti?you’retheleastlikelypersonintheworldtobehidingdraomalfoyandyou’reoneofthemosttrustedfiguresinthewizardingommunity.you’rethebestandonlyhoieihave,harry.”

harry’seyesdartedfromdraotothedungeonfloor,beforefinallyanswering,“yes.”

“drao,doyouremembertheonditionsyouaretoaskharry?”

theybothwathedinwonderasthefirstringof

“iwill,”harrywhispered.

“willyou,harrypotter,protetmefromanyandallharm?”draoasked.

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“andharry,youarereadytoaeptthem?”