“ItoldyouhewasgoingtoomeonaTuesday!Givemefivesikles!”Geeishowling,andRon,grumbling,grudginglyshovesahanddownthepoketofhispants.
ThereisaflurryofredhairandhefindshisarmsfilledwithGinnyandhisbakroughlypattedbyArthur.
Atthebakoftherowd,Mollywipesathereyessurreptitiouslyusingherapron,andHarryfshesherashygrin.
Mollyhuffs,wipesathereyesagain,beforewavingadleinhisdiretion.“Well,omeon,then,Harry,you’rejustintimeforlunh.”
Overthetable,afterGeetellshimthroughamouthfuloffoodathowbadRonisatgambling,HarrytellsMollythatDraolikedherblueberrypie,enoughtoeatitatdinnerandrequestitforbreakfastagaintheday.
Mollydabsathereyeswithherapronagain.Andagain.Andagain.UntilArthurjustughs,pullsherinforahug,andletsherryonhisshoulder.
Augustomestoalose,andtheupomingshoolyearhaseveryonebusy,somuhthattheinvitationsforwhateverfuntionshavestopped.Hethinksthatthat’swhyNarissahasstoppedaskinghimtoometotheManor,thoughshehastoldhimthathe’swelomeanytimehewantsto.
Harrydoesn’tmanagetoanymore,though,beauseHermione’sbakandhe’sbeenspendingalotofhistimeintheBurrowagain,doingstminutehouserepairsandstminuteshoppinginDiagonAlley.TheydoitunderGmours,ofourse,andHarrywondersifDrao’swellenoughtowalkaroundDiagonAlley,too.
HeknowsthatMollyandNarissakeepinonstantorrespondene,however,andMollydoesn’tmentionanythingoutoftheordinary,andsoHarrydoesn’task.
September1isjustaroundtheorner.
Ptform9?isfullandlosetoburstingbythetimeHarrypusheshisartthroughthewall.ItisasKingsleywarnedhim:onfolkandpaparazzialikearegoingtobefightingtoothandnailtogetaglimpseofhim.
Hepullshishatdownfurthertooverhiseyes,eventhoughhe’sohisdirtyblondhairandpudgyheekswon’tattratanyamerashutter.He’snotevenwearinghisgsses,andonlyHermione’ssmallhandonhisbakiskeepinghimfrompushinghisartdownthetraintrak.
Ron,alsounderaGmour,hadalreadyboardedaheadofthem,aspnned.Peoplewillbeexpetingthemtoometogetherinagroupofthree,Hermionehadexpined.Anygroupofthreestudentswillautomatiallybeatargetofsrutiny,nomatterhowgoodtheirGmourswere.
Therewerereportersshouting“There!”andpointingtovariousdiretions,butnevertheorretone.Harryresolutelyignoresthevendorssellingpinsandballoonswithhisfaepsteredonthem.Itisn’tevenaftteringpitureofhim.
“Look,it’sDraoMalfoy!”
Harryimmediatelylooksup,searhing,eventhougheverything’sblurred.Helooksforwhereonepersonispointingandwhereotherpeoplearelooking,andhesquints,willinghisvisiontofous,andrealizesthatthey’relookingathim.
Andthen,anotherpersonsays,“Naw,that’snotMalfoy.Malfoy’sathind.Doyerjobproperly,whydon’tya?”
Frombehindhim,Harryhearssomeonemutter.“Good.Idon’treallywanttoseeDeathEatersumtoday.”
Harryalmostturnsaroundinanger,butHermionetightenshergriponthesweateronhisbak.
“Zah,”Hermione’svoie,alteredintoahigh-pithedsqueak,soundsfrombesidehim,andsheturnsgreeneyestohim,asmilepsteredonherthiklips.“Irekonweshouldhurryitup,don’tyou?Wedon’twanttomissthetrain.”
Harrygrumbles,butallowshertoleadhimaway.
AssoonastheyentertheompartmentwhereRon’swaitingforthem,theyolpseonthebenhandimmediatelytakeofftheirGmours.Theysighloudlyastheysagontheirseats.
“It’srazy,”Ginnysaysindisbelief,peelingoneedgeofthelosedurtainawayfromthewindowtopeekatthemessofpeopleoutside.
“They’rebonkers,that’swhattheyare.”Ronshakeshishead,astrikenlookonhisfae.“TheyweresellingGingerQuills!‘ShowyourloveforRonWeasley’andallthatshite!GingerQuills!”
Brushingherhairawayfromherfae,Hermionesaysseriously,“Theirnibsareatuallyreallyomfortabletouse.”
Ronturnshishorrifiedexpressionherway.“YouboughtaGingerQuill?”
Hermionesmiles,hereyestwinkling.“IpassedbyashopsellingtheminDiagonAlley.ShowyourloveforRonWeasleyandallthatshite.”
AndGinnyburstsintoughterandHarryughsalongwithherasRon’sfaeturnsasredashishair,andit’sdefinitelynew,thisdynamiamongthem.
HeandGinnyhadometoanuandingthattheyweren’treadyforaretionship,withbothofthemstillmallthey’velost.RonandHermionehadbravelytakenonthehallenge,andHarryhadbeenautiousatfirst,thinkingthatitwasonemorethingthathadtohange.Butattheendoftheday,heloveshisfriends,isimmenselyproudofthemandtheirretionship,and—tely—havebeenthinkingthatmaybeitwon’tbesodifferentbetweenallofthemafterall.
TheHogwartsExpressthisyearis,aspredited,sparselyoupied.
“Parentswouldn’treallywanttobringtheirhildrenbak,aftereverythingthat’shappenedstyearwiththeCarrows,”Ginnysaysquietly,frowningatherhandsonherpasshereallsthethingsthathappenedstshoolyear.Asthetrain’shornsoundsanditlurhesintoastart,shelooksatHarrywithaworriedexpression.“And,IoverheardsomepeopletalkinginDiagonAlley.Word’sgottenaroundthatMalfoy’salsoomingbak.”
Harry’slipspresstogetherthinly.Heanimagineit,motherswhisperingtoeahother,onviningeahothernottosendtheirsonsanddaughterstoHogwartsbeauseofanex-DeathEater.Hean’treallybmethem,butitstillsourshismood.
“It’sjustusan
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