“yes,yougavemethosesars,”draoontinued,hishesttighteningaspotterletoutamuffledwhimper,“butyoudiditbeauseofthis.”heheldouthisleftarmwherethedarkmarkwasstillvisible.ithadfadedafterthedarklord’sdeath,buttherewasnowayofhidingit.“thisisaonstantreminderofthemistakesimade.ihavetolookatthiseveryday.butian’thangethepast.ittookmealongtimetouandthat.andittookmeevenlongertorealiseidon’thaveto.buildinganewlife,whenallyouhaveasafoundationareruins,isn’teasy.butit’snotimpossible.”

draofeltaninstantrushofpanishootthroughhim.noonehadtouhedhissarsbefore.but,givenwhattheymeanttohim,therewasprobablynobetterpersonbutpottertobethefirst.itwasalmostasthoughthey

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“um…”potterhesitated,butdraonotiedhishandwasreepingovertohis.“bsp;i—bsp;itouhthem?”

“yousoundlikeaheesymotivationalquote,”pottermuttered,anddraoouldalmosthearahintofasmileinhisvoie.“i’msorry,drao,”hesaidafteramoment,soundingmuhgloomier.“i’msorryfor…whatididtoyou.”

“i’mnottryingtotortureyou,”draosaidsoftly,squeezingpotter’shand.“ijustwantyoutorealise—hey.”heputafingerunderpotter’shin,unwillingtolethimavoidhisgaze.“doyouknowhowironithisis?i’mtheonewithallthefws.”hisfaetwistedindisgustathisownwords.“i’mtheone…whodoesn’tdeserveyou.”

“iknowyouare.i’msorry,too.”

thistime,itwasdraowhoouldn’tholdpotter’sgaze.hestaredattheirjoinedhandsinhisp,feelinglikeafool.

ittookanagonisinglylongtimeuntilpotterputhistremblinghandindrao’s.helethimselfbetuggedbaktothebedwheretheybothsatdown.

“harry,”draosaidquietly.potterstilled.hiseyesfinallyfousedondrao.“ehere.”hestrethedouthishand.“please.”

pottermadeahokingsound.

eofhimselfwasdraosupposedtoexpose?ugh!