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that’swhathehearsharryallhim,whenheisonthephonewithsomeonenameddudley.atually,heallsthemmates,asin,sorrydudley,butian’ttalktoyouforlongtonight,mymatemalfoyhasomeover.

“no,it’sjust…”heusesthewordjustalotnow,justandmaybeandifyouwouldn’tmind.he’snotsurewhenthatstarted.“maybeweshouldalleahotherbyourfirstnames.sinewe’relivingtogetherandall.”

drao

(hisfatherwouldbedevastated.)

anddraoknowsthatthatwasprobablyjustanexusetohanguponsomeonewhotalkstoomuh.heknowsthatitprobablydidn’tmeananything,athrowawayommentthatharryusedbeauseheouldn’tthinkofanythingtoreallyexpinthiswholesituation.heknowsthis,butthenhethinksofhowtheyworkedtogethertoookdinnerstnight,andhowharrybroughthomeanewdvdseriesalledsherlokjustbeausehethoughtdraowouldlikeit,andhowheknowsexatlyhowmuhmilktoputinhistea.andsuddenlyitdoesn’tseemtoofar-fethedtothinkthathewasfriendswiththegreatharrypotter.

“whyareyoustaringatmelikethat?”harryhungthetelephonebakonitspeonthewall.ithadaurlywirethatkeptyoustandingrightbyit.harrysaidthatphonesweren’talllikethat,now,butthathedeidedtogetanoldfashionedonebeausehethoughtthathewouldloseit,otherwise.“doihavesomethingonmyfae?”

friends.

(shutup.)

“alright,harry.”draosmileshimself,andissurprisedtofindt

“meallyoubyyourfirstname?andyouallmeharry?”foramoment,draothinkshehasmadeaterriblemistake,thathemisalutedallofit.butthenharry’sfaespitsintoasmileandheanfeeltheairbeingknokedbakintohislungs.“sure.whynot.soundslikeapn,drao.”

opinionsonthis,everyonedoes,buthemostlykeepsthemquiet.“bonkers.”

(what’sitmatter?hisfatherisrottinginajailell.)