“i’mnots

“yeah,”heranhishandsthroughhishair.“restinpeae,arhie.”

harrynodded.“yeah,it’sjusttheharmswearingoffiguess.”

“alright,harry?”

theyexitedthebuildingatabriskpae,harryeagertogetawayfromtheiigatorsandronompiningaboutneedinglunh.theyheadedtoasmafethatwasoutofthewayofthemoreheavilytraffikedwizardareas.whenharryfinallyfeltthesunonhisfae,theoddwarmthmadehimshudder.hewasertainhe’dfeltthesunonhisfaewiththeharms,butsomehowthey’dlefthisskinfeelingsoinrediblyold.

“thisisgoingtohurt,isn’tit?”harrygulped.

thethoughtmadeharrysik.orwasithisstomah?harryhadn’trealizedhowhungryhewas.theyfinallyreahedtheafeandorderedsandwihes.whenharryaskedafterhermione,ron’sfaewentquitepale.

ilmadehimabitsik.heeyedadeskhairandpulleditforward.whenhesat,heshotronalookofresignation.thebtehwho’dappliedhisharmssaiditwouldbemorepainfulgettingthemremovedthanputon,andsuddenlyharryregrettedgivinginsoeasily.

“moretroublethanhewasworth,”ronsaid.

“alright?”ronlookedoverastheywalked.

““mionesaidshethinkstheyneedtoputatimelimitonthem.saysshedoesn’ttrustthattheharmwon’teventuallybondtotheperson’smagi.”ronstoppedandgrabbedharry’sshoulder.“couldyouimagine,beingstukasarhieeversworn?”

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ronnoddedandhandedhimavialfilledwithamilkyhartreusepotion.harrydowneditandwaited.hisfaebegantofeelveryhot,almostburning.thenthestingingsensationhithimandhesqueezedhiseyeslosed.itwasasifthousandsofpimpleswerebeingpoppedonhisfae.thebriefagonyofthatwasfollowedbysomethingondlight.harryopenedhiseyesandrealizedtheprosthetishadslidoffhisfaeandontothefloor,andaold,nakedsensationwashedoverhimastheairkissedhisrealskin.