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the briks liked open. harry looked dowhe hallon seeiered the ommon rooms.
they were e of disrepair that harry had expeted. in fat, they looked quite lived in. there was a di one end, a desk overed in potioowards the middle, ahe very end. there were books strewn aross most of the ft surfaes, as well as floor to eiling shelves filled with more books, a lot of them muggle by the looks of them.
harry walked slohere the boys’ dormitories had been, peeking his head ihere was ohere, big enough to fit abrids omfortably. lying on the bed he saw the at with the bifs he had seen aroule. she looked up at him, seeming to see him despite his loak, sighed, auro her paws. someone was living here.
that had beehied. he thonagall was hidi from the war that she didn’t was fiddling with, or something that dumbledore had eh upo he did artments.
&ood quietly, listening fermi from the at, he was very muh aloured bak into the ommon room, walking slowly along the bookshelf and running his fihe spiopped wheher thik, tall book with an unmarked binding. he pulled it out ahrough it briefly.
it appeared to be lippings frazines. upoudy, he of them seemed to be about him. there were a few about hermione and r an, a bit about ron beoming a part wizard wheezes, a bit about hermione beoming an auror. there were owo lippings about neville, some about ginny, but those mostly o seemed he was the star of this srapbook. the only other person who ame lose in terms of beiioned was drao malfued, harry arried the book over to the desk, sitting in the hair. he let his arms peek out from below the invisibility cloak, but remained overed, in ase anyone should return.
&e to find an artile he had saved himself, the ohe day he had given malfoy his wand bak. oly aross from it, there age from a gossip magazi subsribe to detailing the same meeting, but the photograph was taken while harry and malfoy were sat at the table. the paihat harry had memorized from the prophet photo did ure on malfoy’s fae here. i showed the blohing harry as harry stared fixedly at his own hands. so fixedly, in fat, that he had failed to he smile pying on malfoy’s lips, and a touh of what harry would all fondness, if he didn’t ker, in his eyes. he read the headline.
new beginnings: romeo and…romeo?
harry hurriedly skimmed the rest of the artile.
it’s not hard to see that drao malfoy, 17 year old former death eater, only has eyes for his former nemesis, harry potter. but then agaiter is set up to be the most sought after man for the & least. but has malfoy luked out? soures lose to both say this meeting may have beehahe look oain bloo point that way. is a forbiddewo star rossed teens on the horizon? otter’s urrent fme, ginny weasley? more as the story unfolds.
there was a bit srawled in the margiile in a s.
was hardly maki him. hardly.
harry wathed the photograph for a little while l malfoy’s eyes skim aross his fae and the smile on his lips beame more evident. how had he missed that? what about his hands had been m? why ouldn’t he have looked up? more importantly, what did it meahe magazi l to publish about the two of them. but what was malfoy really thinki harry’s hair was a disaster or despite being a hero, his lothes were still heap, something terrible like that whih only he would find amusing.
the page was malfoy’s obituary. harry himself to look at it, turning the page quikly.
the page was a was not unfamiliar to him, but was oainly had avoided. it was the stinny had leaked on him to get bak at him f up with her. she had sine apologized, aed it. they had o the time, hardly ready to haiohe press e they reeived. but just beause the artile was water uhe bridge did didn’t sting to look at. mostly beause there was some truth to it.
p a torh for former nemesis?
& sure arrying a torh was the right phrase for it. but then agai different than any rief he had experiehough anything he ould say to the others, they already k with drao, he hardly k he wao say to him. it was the only loss he had experie was surrouirely ao say sorry, he wao know malfoy, he wanted malfoy to be happy. he wanted so muh for malfoy.
he shook his head ahe page, finding a piee of parhment with the same s swirling aross it.
potter.
&ed writiers i an never send. how stupid is that? i wao ask if you felt like the wh was really less about hatiher a not knowing what to do e if that whole thi you ae is true?
potter,
you’re really sulking about over
potter,
it’s really patheti that