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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 28
- 29
- 30
A/N~ So this chapter sort of is a metaphor for those dealing with issues that depress them, and what seems to happen when they get lost inside their own head.
djaddict~ Yes things are going better…. Yes evil with the cliffhanger, but I wanted this next chapter to really reflect just right. Hope you like this one.
Meechypoo~Thanks for reading… and reviewing… Hope you like this chapter.
BAFan~autocorrect… is a horrible tool that saves my butt more times than it seems to put me in hot water… oh well.. got to have a glitch right?
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Chapter 29 - Fate’s Wounds
Harry kissed Draco lazily, letting the scent of citrus wash over him. He sat up and and waited for those silver eyes to meet his.
“It’s time I saw what they did. I need to see if I can remove whatever lingering effects they put on you.” Harry said with a sigh.
“I wish we didn’t have to see that again.” Draco said, his voice full of gravel.
“I will help block it from you as best as I can, but I need to see. Lets get out your pensieve, so you just have to think of it and extract it.” Harry suggested.
Draco nodded and moved to put on his robe as he reached for his wand. Harry followed and draped his green robe casually over his form as they moved to one of the studies. When they had the pensieve out, Draco flinched a little as he extracted the memory and placed it into the pensieve.
Draco moved to sit on one of the arm chairs as Harry bent down to look. Only to jerk to a standing position when Harry’s body jerked violently and fell away from the pensieve, green eyes clouded and unseeing. Draco bent to feel Harry’s heart beat, it was strong so he could not understand what went wrong. Just then a rather large patronus dog bounded into the room.
Don’t enter Draco’s mind until I get there.
It was Snape’s voice that reached Draco’s panic stricken mind, and he knew that the Potion’s master had figured something out… a little late...Draco reached for his wand, but he was too upset to cast a patronus, his hands refused to leave the softness of Harry’s skin. The bond was cut off, Draco was floundering with not feeling Harry’s soul at the other end.
“Dobby.” Draco called weakly.
He waited, every second was agony, looking at Harry’s pale face and unresponsive eyes. Fear gripped him tight, his heart constricted in a painful vice and tears fell with nothing to stop them, hot and burning. Something inside him was slipping away with Harry, but he clung hard to Harry’s body with all he had.
The crack of Dobby’s entrance was almost missed in Draco’s state. It was only when he felt the small hand on his shoulder did he look up into the wide eyes of a fearful house elf.
“Get Sirius…” Draco whispered. There was a warm feeling and then the elf disappeared quickly.
There was only a few moments that passed and then the gentle hand of Sirius Black rested on the shoulder of a sobbing blond. Draco was beside himself at this point, he could not feel anything positive coming from the other side of the bond. And then began a bleeding of emotions from the bond. Draco was hit with an explosion of fear, pain, anguish and guilt. It was all he could do to keep himself upright with the influx from the bond from Harry. His silver eyes met saddened grey ones.
“He tried to view… in the Pensieve… the memory…” Draco tried to get out.
Sirius nodded and reached down to pick up Harry, but the bulk of Harry was heavy, so he cast a lightening charm so he could manage it.
“He will need to be looked at, Severus knows the spell used. It was a blood memory charm. Severus will know more.” Sirius watched the blond’s eyes go wide, “Severus started brewing the antidote as soon as Dobby found me. It will take a few hours, but there could be irreversible damage by then. “ Sirius stated with downcast eyes.
He gently placed Harry on the bed Draco had directed him to. Draco looked back at Sirius, “I’ll lay with him until it’s ready.” There was a tightness, but no longer an overwhelming need to cry. Draco felt hollow as if his own will were slowly slipping away. He was a ghost, only hanging on to the physical flesh of his other half that would not respond. Sirius left the room and went to firecall Severus to know what to do next.
Harry watched as the pale arms of Draco Malfoy were chained to the wall inside the dark chamber. He moved to try to free them or strike the Death Eater for touching his lover, but his hands went right through them. He remembered why he was there, to witness the spell. His anger was just boiling on the surface. There was a malevolence here in this memory… the darkness was seeping into the walls, and Harry’s vision started to blur… He was there in the passageway staring into Draco’s eyes, this was their first kiss...or would be...The molten silver turned to steel.
“I could never love a freak!” Draco’s voice full of vitriol flowed over him like poison. The blond pushed him away and stalked off in another direction. The word ‘Freak’ rang in Harry’s mind. Images of Dudley and Vernon popped up as they spit the word at him. Slowly they morphed into Draco’s face and Severus’.
Harry felt a shredding of his heart, the impact of those words stung. They were like poison threads weaving inside him. Those dark threads were gripping his soul, and his mind, though he could not see them. Darkness closed in and all of a sudden he was drowning, the water cold and merciless. His hands flailed reaching for anything, his mouth and nose filling with putrid water. His fingers closed around a hard wooden plank, and in his blindness he flopped into a small boat.
Whispers in his mind ridiculed his hero complex. He was no hero, they would all be fine, better even, without him. His eyes saw nothing the darkness was so complete. So when a green light from a distance called to him, he let his hands paddle the boat through the putrid water. His nose already acclimating to the stench. A tall form stood on the shoreline, green light softly edging a feminine outline. Her hands entreated, but as he got closer, it was as if they pulled him at a blinding speed. He crashed against the shore, the boat splintering around him, piercing his flesh.
He looked up from his prone position to face eyes of the purest green. They held sorrow and regret. His mother reached past him, and he turned to see the body of his father lifeless in the hallway of the house. He stood up to reach for his father, then turned back to his mother’s sorrow filled face.
“I wish you were never born… I loved him not you. You were just another burden.” Those eyes held a malice that drug pain through his body, his heart seemed to shatter within him. His knees hit whatever surface was below him. All his greatest fears, secret hidden fears, were being realized. He knew he was a freak, and so many people had suffered because of him. The faces started to float around him again, from the past, present and future. The eyes accusing, the mouths forming the words ‘your fault’. He was unable to stand. His mind a swirling vortex of pain, regret, self-revulsion and guilt. Then the faces of turned to corpses, the stares from the deaths he had caused. His parents eyes so hollow and grey, Remus’ glazed eyes melted into piles over piles of bodies. Muggle families who were tortured because of him, children and babies ripped from their mother’s womb with a curse of such magnitude Harry wanted to vomit. Images of the destruction his life had caused seemed to flow by in a never ending river of guilt.
Blackness took him and he lay in the abyss of guilt wishing for an end to everyone’s suffering. Another light appeared in the distance, and Draco Malfoy stood beside him, barely discernable in the light.
“You must pay for all the lives that were lost because of you. Pay for all the pain you have wrought on those you claimed to love. Your love is poison and will cripple or kill anyone you care about. Crawl towards the light Freak, the pain is your reward.” Draco’s drawl was full of malice, eyes hard as steel, as Harry felt the first blow to his side, a rib cracked.
He crawled, his hands fell on what could only be shards of glass littering the tunnel he was in. The pain was a balm to his guilt. Knees crunched over the stinging of broken glass, the pain buried itself inside Harry’s body crawling towards a central goal, he felt his guilt leave him with every drop of blood spilled. If he could let it all go, he might find peace. The glass penetrated his skin, moving into his body as if seeking some purchase. His eyes could only see the light as a beacon, if he reached it all would be well…
Darkness filled him once more, his mind, his eyes blinding him again. Voices were calling to him from the walls, ‘Freak!’, ‘Chosen One’, ‘Golden boy’, ‘Hero’, ‘Burden’... Yet he pushed on, he had to suffer the pain and the guilt of the names, for them. His blood was meaningless, his life full of woe to all who encountered him. They deserved better, they deserved to be free of him. His freedom from the pain bled into the background of his mind. He would let go of himself to free those who he hurt. The more he lived the more pain he inflicted on others, the more people died or were hurt by his actions. Harry was growing weaker, his mind slipping away slowly...
Draco screamed as he felt the first wave of pain hit Harry, the crack of Harry’s rib had him scooting away. He watched as Harry’s body arched off the bed then slam back down violently. He moved quickly calling for Sirius.
The darker man looked at Draco with hesitation as the blond ran into the room.
“Something’s happening, Harry’s rib broke.” Sirius fire called Poppy immediately, and the mediwitch moved into the room, Albus was not far behind. Draco whose anxiety was already at an all time high did not flinch he only tried to regulate his breathing trying not to break down. An emptiness was growing inside him. He was losing Harry...He could not live without him.
Poppy did a few scans, her face was grim. She tried a bone repairing charm, but it was reflected by a green shield over Harry’s body and bounced back into space. Albus looked worried, his eyes dark and contemplative.
Draco stood there, witnessing the anxiety of everyone there, something was wrong…
There was a cold touch on his shoulder and Draco turned slowly as he shivered. He looked up into ice blue eyes, a face of such beauty and grace he was almost blinded. Yet as he looked, he felt the kinship deep inside him. From Harry’s previous descriptions, Draco was sure he was looking into the eyes of Death. His soul froze.
Back at Hogwarts, high in a well known tower, Neville Longbottom sat on the edge of his bed, he had woken from a dream of such darkness. He could still feel the call from deep within him. A woman had cried out to him, and a vision of a bloody Harry hovered just inside his consciousness. He moved his lanky body out of the bed and moved towards Ron’s side and shook the redhead who snorted a half a snore.
“Ron...Wake up, something’s wrong with Harry.” Neville shouted.
Ron’s bleary face peered up at him, saw the raw determination on Neville’s face, and he quickly got out of bed and dressed. The boys moved down quickly, Dean Thomas followed in the ruckus, and Ron knocked on the girl’s door. After a minute, Ron just decided to go in, and he quietly shook Hermione awake and they were all headed out of the dorm room only to be met by an odd company of other students. Luna Lovegood, with a disarrayed tumble of hair stood at the center of the small group. Her eyes hazed as is if she was seeing something else past them. “Let’s go” was all she said, but it was a tone that compelled them all and the rest of the students fell in step with each other.
Blaise Zabini felt like an outsider, but Luna was immovable and he followed as if he had little choice. Blaise had felt her skills before, but never as potently as today. She was compelling and a seer, something he greatly respected. He did not understand some of the chosen students, small ones he did not know, and older ones that he did not interact with. He did not know them to be Harry’s friends, but he would just follow and see.
Luna and Neville paused in front of a portrait and turned to Ron.
“Dobby…” Ron whispered.
A crack found the lot staring into large sad eyes. It was Luna who bent down, her mussed hair curling in many directions, as she looked into the eyes of the elf.
“Take us to Harry. We, each orphans in our own right, will fight for the mind of the Augur.” Luna’s voice reverberated across the hall.
She reached out her hand and someone took it, and soon there was a chain link of student’s holding hands. Her compelling power pulled on each student to share in the magic and lend it to Dobby. Dobby took Luna’s outstretched hand and they all were gone with a resounding crack.
A dark shadow floated over the corridor, leaving the scent of daisies in it’s wake.
Draco tried to back away from the cold fingers of death. Those ice blue eyes never wavered against his own. A simple movement had them both moving in unison towards the far end of the room, and then those ice blue eyes were on the bleeding form of Harry. Drops of blood were forming and small scrapes and tears were becoming visible. Albus nearly jumped when the room was suddenly filled with a loud crack of apparition and several students were standing there.
Luna’s expression was grim as she took Neville’s hand and moved them closer towards the bed. She started humming a tune that no one knew as she placed Neville’s hand over Harry’s heart. The melody was haunting, chilling and entrancing. Neville was the first to let his own voice blend in with hers.
She turned to the rest of the students and towards Albus and Sirius.
“Gather into a circle and link hands, Headmaster at the feet, Sirius behind Neville.” She instructed, and no one questioned her. She linked her hand over Harry’s head with that of Hermione. Neville was alone, touching only Harry.
Neville felt the blanket of understanding fall over him, and many of the other student’s started as understanding dawned on them through their link. There was a pain and loss that had touched their lives at some point. Ron and Hermione were the only one’s that understood why they were there, thiers was a future loss, but their loyalty was their strength.
Neville felt the compulsion to let go all his emotions about his parents. The pain of loss, the pain of grief, the pain of hopes dashed and the guilt for surviving. The acceptance of a bright future, the will to go on, the will to be better. He let it all flow, though he did not understand the why, just the compelling feeling that surrounded him and pushed him on.
“Feel your love, your pain, your acceptance and your will… let it flow between us. Let your love guide your will into to one strong shield” Luna spoke in an unearthly tone. Her humming soon became a song, a chant. Others around her joined in.
Brother of the pain
I see you in the Darkness
let our light guide you
Guilt be no longer your captor
We are kin in past and future
kin in pain with an orphans rage
It was a soothing song, the melody seemed to mesmerize, and the tempo felt slow and easy.
Harry’s darkness was sweet, he just needed rest. Light burst around him, illuminating every form and face that surrounded him.   Snakes not glass were biting into his skin, their venom was spreading. Each wall was made of jagged teeth ready to tear him apart. Harry spoke one sentence, while staring into the black eyes of one of the snakes.
Siessith less giss
Harry stretched out his arms in invitation.
The circle of people continued to whisper their song softly. Draco only heard the whisper of words leave Harry’s lips, the Parseltongue rang in his ears.
Take me to Death
“No…” Draco whispered, “Give me something, Power… anything.”
His pleas were for his cold companion. “You have everything you need.” was Death’s reply.
Draco did the only think he could think of, he sent his will for Harry to live along the bond to join with the others.
A spark of electric blue flashed as a snake went to bite Harry again. The snake went flying and then disintegrated into ash upon hitting the wall of the cavern.
Harry dropped his arms, the light that surrounded the cavern was being infused with something he could not touch. Yet it was tangible, he should know that flavor. He had to reach the owner of that power...Nothing would stop him, the power bound his will to something not his own.
Siethess! (Move!)
The snakes scurried towards the walls and his path was clear. He pushed himself up, the light surrounding him was comfort. He accepted it now. It felt like kinship, understanding and acceptance. He placed one foot in front of the other, and screams pierced his ears as he took each step. Screams of rage. Harry reached for the light, wanting to embrace the beauty that it represented… hope.
Severus burst through the room and stopped short at the spectacle that greeted his eyes. A circle of people, mainly students from every house and year surrounded the bed, Draco was holding himself in the corner of the room. The circle of people were chanting a melody of such grace he wanted to be drawn into it. Luna Lovegood was glowing a soft white, her hair blowing in an unseen wind. He moved slowly, unsure if the vial in his hand would be enough, there was blood seeping into the sheets from Harry. He ducked under Luna’s linked hand as she raised it without breaking the link or faltering in the song. He moved around Neville to reach the lips that needed his potion. Severus Snape held his breath as he tipped the vial and it’s contents into the vacant mouth. He massaged Harry’s throat to ensure it was swallowed and waited. He felt compelled to touch Harry, and sing with the rest. His hand lowered on top of Neville’s and his lips slipped into cadence with the others. His own wrestles with guilt and the pain over many years of making choices that led to bad outcomes for all involved seeped out of his touch.
Draco was a ball of nerves, but he relaxed in the icy grip of death when he felt the bond loosen a bit, hope was a solid feeling emanating from the bond. He turned his eyes towards Death.
“You can’t have him.” His voice was firm even as he spoke to the Master of Death.
A smile of precise beauty creased ageless lips, “I came for you, my son. Without my hand, you would be in my arms for keeping because the bond could not hold you here. I made a promise I intend to keep. Harry cannot die except by the hand of the Dark Lord.” Death’s voice was soft and velvety… Draco understood Harry’s representation better now. Thought the thought of a promise from Death made him shiver, bargains with Death never ended well or at least they were not in the mortals favor.
It took a moment for the other words about Harry to sink in. Draco nodded and took a cautionary step forward, the icy grip left him. The pain, grief and agony over came him, but he pushed forward, leaning on the knowledge that Harry would not leave him now. He walked around and under those gathered around Harry. He had one purpose, to allow his love to be felt. He stood and stared at his dark haired angel. He closed his eyes and let his soul fly as he kissed his beloved’s lips.
There was a tearing in Draco’s mind. It hurt, but he did not want to hold on to the pain filled curse. His lips gave him an anchor, the sweetness of Harry filling him, flooding his senses. He could taste the potion, and then the pain was gone like a dried leaf fallen to the ground. Love exploded over him in such a powerful blast, his own consciousness slipped from him and he was plunged into a comfortable darkness. His body fell limp across Harry’s, he did not feel the strong arms embrace him, or the wetness of blood that stained his skin.
Harry was almost there, his body weak, his mind tired of fighting. He just had to reach for the hope he could see. It was not just light, it was a person, light flowing in waves off of them. He was crawling now, his legs too bloody to hold him up. He looked up and smiled into a face he knew, if he had the strength he would laugh. Her mouth was open in a siren’s song, a song of hope. Her blonde hair flowed behind her as if caught up in a gentle breeze. Her eyes spoke of her sight, and he felt the kinship. He always had, Luna was always a hidden treasure waiting to be discovered. He grasped the hand she extended to him and let her lift him up.
“Love is a power that is pure, Harry. Nothing about love is tainted. Love us Harry. Help us to see wisdom. Balance us all.” Her voice was a balm.
“Let the pieces of who you are, be the masterpiece our Lady has designed. You are not a ‘Freak’, you are a unique gem among many precious jewels. You have never been a burden, but a leader who inspires loyalty unto death out of our love for you. Do not deny us the freedom to share as you do, the love you have for others.” She was soothing his soul.
“Say it with me Harry… I am worth saving, love is worth living.” She said and waited, a serene smile on her lips.
Harry’s tears were hot and they stung over the cuts as he repeated her words, “I am worth saving, love is worth living.”
“You need to believe it Harry… We all do...say it again Augur Harry Potter…” Her voice more commanding this time.
Harry’s guilt was washing away, the dark poison started seeping out, making his tears turn to ash as the fell. “I am worth saving, love is worth living.”
She beamed at Harry as they heard the tunnel behind him start to crumble.
“Come, Harry, your future awaits, as does the rest of us.” She said. “You may soon be free, but Draco is still bound. Hatred is living inside his mind, only love can sever it.”
Harry nodded his understanding. He walked with her back towards reality.
Harry moved from a nightmare to a deep sense of belonging. His mind was clear again, the wall towering and strong. From inside his mind, Harry felt Draco’s love wash over him through the kiss, and he knew he had to find the curse and take it from Draco’s mind. He let the power of his love grow, fill his body and flood into Draco’s mind. He sought the dark lingering curse, the evil that latched onto his beloved’s mind. He let his love surround it, tearing it away from it’s hiding place. Where love shined, nothing could hide. The curse was like a fish out of water, when surrounded by his love, it writhed and jumped, flopped and flipped. Harry pushed as hard as he could targeting the center of the curse and let his love strike the heart of the curse.
A pink explosion rocked the room, everyone was pushed away from the bed and backwards. Harry sat up, his arms surrounding Draco as he looked at those gathered around him. His heart ached, the kinship he had with each of these students was grave and sorrowful. The faces of their pain hovered just within his vision. Luna’s mother, Neville’s parents, Hannah’s Mother, Blaise’s Father, Dean’s Mother and a few others. Some he knew would lose much more in the future he was trying to prevent…
Madam Pomfrey started gently maneuvering the student’s out of her way and worked to seal Harry’s wounds and mend his rib. He did not notice, he looked down into the sweetest face and closed his eyes to rest. Draco was safe. Though he still wondered in the back of his mind if he was responsible for more of his lover’s pain somehow. He would carry his guilt until he died, he just could not live within it’s prison anymore. He felt a hand on his shoulder as he opened his eyes to look at the concerned eyes of Sirius, Severus and Albus.
“I’m fine, let me rest. Draco will be fine as well. I’ll talk with you tomorrow before Remus gets here.” Harry said. They all nodded and filtered out of the room. Most of the students had left and gone back to their dorms, a bit dazed about why there were there in the first place.
Luna, Neville, Ron, Hermione and Blaise stayed behind.
Luna came forward and put her hand on one of Harry’s and smiled softly.
“Thanks.” Harry said. She just continued to smile dreamily.
An image flashed into Harry’s mind for a brief moment.
Harry and Luna were working together over two tea cups, he was reading from his book and pointing to the leaves.
Harry grinned, as she nodded and moved back.
“Neville? What brought you here? I am sorry you had to see all that. Thank you for standing with me.” Harry spoke softly.
“I wouldn’t have know but for Her. I dreamt Nature was calling me through my plant next to my bed. She called on me to help you. I woke up and just sort of went with it. I don’t know what you were feeling Harry, but you shouldn’t blame yourself for your parents. Only take the blame for failing to do what is right when you get the chance. And I’m your friend Harry, no matter if you're a student or a teacher or Merlin himself.” Neville said, his grin reaching his ears.
Harry should have known. Neville had an affinity with Nature, She would have helped any way she could. He was glad.
“Thanks, Neville. I will always count on you.” Harry said.
Ron, Hermione and Blaise each came to wish him well. Harry stopped Blaise as everyone left.
“Thank you, you did not have to be here, so thank you.” Harry said.
“Technically, I did. Your friend Luna has compelling powers. She can compel just about anyone.” Blaise noted Harry’s raise eyebrows. “I told you I can sense a person’s gifts. She can compel and has the sight, which I think you have figured out by now. But, either way I would have come even without the compulsion. Draco is my friend, and by extension, so are you.”
Harry tightened his grip on Draco, his eyes grew warm when he looked back at Draco’s friend. Trust was a bond formed that day. Harry breathed easier, and sunk down to rest as Blaise exited their room. Harry shifted Draco to fit neatly against his body and the scent of honey and lemons drifted into his senses as he fell into a slumber of dreamless sleep.
Sirius and Severus had decided to stay over while everyone else left for the school and their bed. Both men were worn, worried and exhausted. They found a guest room easily and fell together into the waiting bed. Severus let Sirius cling to him, both were wondering how many more events will conspire to wreak havoc on their lives and that of Harry’s.
Sirius let the scent of Severus fill him with a slight calm. Visions of coming home to seeing a bloody man abused by Voldemort crossed over his mind over and over. His heart ached so much just knowing that any day could bring his world shattering apart all over again. His mouth searched for Severus’ lips with an almost manic fervor.   He let the dark emotions roil within him as he clung to the man who held his heart for so long. He would rather break apart right here within these arms than anywhere else. His arms held tight to the slender arms of his lover.
Potion stained fingers were not idle. Severus felt the desperation in Sirius’ touch and kiss… He met it passion for passion. His own guilt imprisoned him so many times over the years. It would be so easy to let that take over once again, but this man, his beautiful mutt was his reason for holding on so much. He rolled them over and pushed Sirius into the mattress with his weight. One quick word and there was nothing but bare hot skin between them. He did not take his time, there was only desperation in both of them. A desperation for claiming and feeling real. Severus bent and captured another kiss, forcing a ragged moan to escape as he flicked his tongue over sensitive lips. He reached to push Sirius’ legs forward and surged in quick, hard and painfully.
They both let the pain wash over them, it was their reality check. Pain meant this was real and true. A new ferocity was born of the pain and acceptance of reality. Their lips crashed and teeth clinked as they kissed with a renewed fire. Sirius could not seem to get enough of Severus’ mouth, his hands were clasped tightly pressing them face to face, leaving little room for their bodies to move against one another. Neither man seemed to be able to get close enough. But Severus managed to create more fire in his wake with another full thrust and Sirius broke the kiss to cry out in pleasure. His throat was claimed with pressure and the blood flow slowed, as the thrust sped up. Stars were dancing and the fire inside his veins went from a simmer to a boil.
Severus could not hold back when Sirius came alive in his arms. That mouth always incinerating his will, and setting his body on a collision course with a mind blowing orgasm. His world had collapsed into just this man, he needed to claim Sirius as his as much as Sirius needed to feel claimed. He thrust inside the heat that never seemed to dwindle, the tightness that was always just enough to edge the pain and let pleasure flow deep.   He slammed home, and let his hands find their prize when Sirius cried out. Power flowed up his arms heady and exciting, he watched his lover’s eyes glaze and he let up just enough and pressed harder once again it time with his hardness slamming against that bundle of nerves. His wicked grin was cut short when Sirius bucked hard up into him, tearing down his last hold on his own release…
“Sirius!” Severus cried out as he filled his lover.
Sirius was so close, his body roaring for release, he needed more…. He demanded more and bucked hard up and lost it as Severus cried out his name. They lay against each other breathing hard and erratically.
“I can’t lose you.” Sirius whispered, his arms shaking as his whole body caved into his fears.
Severus held his miracle mutt close as he let the fear and sobs take their course. He knew he could make no promises, but damn he wished he could give the mutt the moon.
Their rest was not as peaceful as Harry’s.
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