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Desirae Maribel Krum | Harry's Outfit

He knew that he couldn't do much, but he also knew that being cooped up on that island all together was starting to be a lot. They had been hiding for a year now. He and Mia had anyway. He knew that the kids hadn't been there that long, but it was still the fact that they were there at all that was kind of hard to imagine. That they had been like this for so long, and he didn't really know what to think of the changes that had occurred in the last year. Everything had changed. And nothing had changed at all. Because she was still a fugitive. The children were still fugitives. And he knew that he was aiding and abetting criminals. But those criminals were his family, and he wasn't the only one doing that either. He thought that it was something else that the Krums had gotten caught up in this. It had been Viktor offering, but that didn't mean that it wasn't all of them. That they hadn't offered all of this, that they hadn't given something up for them, and Harry felt bad about it.

They hadn't had to do anything at all, and they had, and he thanked them for that. He didn't know how they were ever going to repay their kindness. Because there was kindness there. It was something exceptional, and there was no way to give that back to them. To make sure that they didn't get in trouble. That they didn't get caught, or hurt. Harry had to wonder if there had been any suspicions. If anyone had wondered who it was that they were using to hide behind. If anyone knew where they were at all. He knew that Hermione wrote to Lee, and he knew that he himself sent letters out on occasion. How they were addressed to get back to them, he didn't know, and he didn't ask. He made sure that they were protect though. That things were encrypted. No one ever talked about the Krums in writing. They were innocent of all of this, and he thought that Desirae and Vzá could easily be acquitted of anything if they were caught. If they were found. But someone had to know that they were there, and he thought that that would be Viktor. 

Still... Now was different than a year ago, and he knew that he didn't trust her. He knew that he couldn't say for sure what he thought would happen, but he also knew that there wasn't anyone hunting for them. If they were hunting, they would have put the pieces together by now. People would have been questioned, and no one had been. No one looked twice for them, they had been allowed to just disappear and Harry couldn't help but wonder. He couldn't help but let his mind drift to what had happened since the start of all of this. The Death Eaters had risen again, taken the Ministry back, and it had happened in an odd sort of fashion. It was something that he couldn't quite shake. She had taken back her maiden name. She had gone to the school for awhile, and then she had pulled back from them completely. He had watched it happen. They had watched it happen. All of a sudden the world was different, because she had gone to him, and no one had looked for them. Even when Mia hadn't registered. Even when the kids didn't go back to school... No one had looked. And he had to wonder, why?

That wasn't his concern for this afternoon though, his concern this afternoon was Desirae. He knew that Viktor was getting busy with the quidditch season starting up again, even if he only coached the Scottish National Team, that was still a big responsibility. Especially since they were still in the Quidditch World Cup for the moment. Both England and Scotland were still in, and that was something pretty exceptional really. Stepping through the Floo from the island into Viktor's study, he set about looking for Desirae. Before he made it too far out of the study he shook his head and stopped walking. "Desirae?" He called her name through the halls, hoping to all heaven that she was alone here, or that it was her and Vzá. If there was someone else in this house, he thought that he could have very well just exposed all of them, but he didn't think that anyone would be here in the middle of the day. He hoped not, at least. 

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It was hard not to think about how lucky she was. She knew that there was so much going on in their world that was awful. There was so much happening that she wished that she could change. Things that she wished could be different. She wished that the Potters didn’t have to be on their island anymore. Not because she wanted it back, or anything like that. They could use it as long as they needed to and she didn’t mind. They wouldn’t have offered it to them if they had minded how long they would be there. They had offered knowing that they couldn’t know how long they would need to be there. Sure, she missed the place… but to her, it was just a place to be safe. It was just the nicest and most considerate present that Viktor had ever gotten her and she would always love it there because of that. But she was safe now. Vince was gone and she didn’t often feel the need to get away now. It wasn’t something that had happened all that often at all. Usually when they went there, it was for fun, not because she’d needed away from everything else. It had happened the one time, when she had finally thought that she was ready to be be with Viktor and then she had gotten afraid and she’d run away. But apart from that, coming to Mermaid Isle wasn’t something that she needed to do in order to feel safe. Just being with Viktor made her feel like nothing bad was going to happen, so she didn’t mind the Potters being at Mermaid Isle. She just wished that they didn’t have to be. She wished that they could just go home, go back to their normal lives, that they didn’t have to worry about any of this. But they did. For Merlin knew how long, they would have to worry about this. And she just was glad that they could make it slightly easier on them by giving them somewhere safe to stay. Viktor hadn’t bought the island thinking that his friends would ever need to be fugitives there. The charms had been set to keep her safe, but she was relieved that they could have an even better use. Apart from all of that, apart from worrying about the future of her friends and the wizarding world, she knew that she was lucky. She had come so far from being trapped in a relationship with Vince. It was hard to even imagine what her life had been like back then. It wasn’t something that she was ever going to be able to forget. It was something that she knew she’d have nightmares about likely for the rest of her life but it was easier when Viktor was there. It was why she was glad that he didn’t mind her coming to matches with him when they were out of the country. She didn’t know if that would still be the case once Jack was here. Having a newborn would make it harder for her to just leave to go with him to a match. She didn’t know what they were going to do. But she had all but memorized the World Cup schedule this year. That wasn’t hard to do when one loss took them out of the running, after all. All that she really needed to know right now was that Scotland played Brazil on the second of July, and the match was in Brazil. It was the day before she’d be full term, but she thought that she could still technically travel then. Hopefully, anyway. She would have to ask what Viktor thought to know for sure, but they had a little while until they had to worry about that. Today, her focus had mostly been on tending to her plants in the greenhouse while Vzá played outside. Once they’d had lunch though, she had thought that Vzá needed a bit of a break inside just so that she didn’t get too much sun. It was pretty hot out, after all. So she’d gone to her room to play, and Desirae had started to do the dishes. It would have been easier to just do them with magic, she knew that, but old habits died hard and she didn’t really mind doing the dishes by hand. It was relaxing--at least until she’d heard a voice echoing through the halls. For half a moment, her heart stopped because it wasn’t Viktor’s voice and who else would just let themselves into the house? But only a second had passed before she placed it as Harry, and then her heart could stop for another reason. Merlin. What if someone else had been here? Narcissa, or Andi checking on her and the baby. “Kitchen!” She called out in response, wondering if she should make sure that the doors were locked so that they didn’t have anymore surprise visitors.

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» Getting off of the island was the one thing that Harry thought that they all wanted right now. He knew that his kids were just as much fugitives as his wife was, but he didn’t know what to think about that. They hadn’t actually done anything wrong, except be homeschooled for a year in there… He didn’t think that being on the run had really hurt him in the end, he hadn’t thought that he was going to need to go back and finish his education, or anything like that. But he also knew that he didn’t trust the woman that was in charge now. Harry didn’t think that Andromeda would hurt his children, and he had to believe that she wouldn’t hurt Hermione, but at the same time, she was married to that monster of a man. She was a Lestrange just as much as the rest of them were now. He knew that there was a little bit of a betrayal in there. That she had betrayed them somewhere along the way, and he almost had to wonder if maybe they hadn’t all been played for fools. That would be the real undoing of them. The fact that they were that easy to fool. That he had been that easy to fool. Because he had wanted someone to be there. He had wanted to see the good in her, like he had seen the good in Sirius. Like there had been good in Sirius. But Sirius Black and Andromeda Lestrange were not the same person. They were nowhere close, and Harry didn’t know how to wrap his head around the fact that she was someone that he had trusted, with nearly everything, and now she was the one that was running the government in this fashion. There had been some steps taken, but not enough, there hadn’t been nearly enough done to relieve what was happening, and he knew that she could, if she wanted to. He remembered Kingsley being in that office. Knowing that she had almost absolute control, and she wasn’t exercising that. She wasn’t using it, and that was just as telling as the fact that she was in charge in the first place. No one really seemed to much care either, and that was what was really bothering him. The fact that they hadn’t done anything about it. He would have loved to have done something about it. He would have loved to have told her to go to hell, and to have gotten the muggleborns out of that situation, but he knew that he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t go and expect to be granted an audience with Andromeda Lestrange, and not have someone kill him on the way in there. What he could do was dig out his father’s cloak. What he could do was go to the office. What he could do was make sure that things were still happening. What he could do was make sure that they were still trying to help. And he knew that he had offended George when he had written him, but Harry had been telling the truth. Don’t get anyone killed. That had been his advice, and as much as Hermione had wanted it to be a halfhearted attempt at a joke, it hadn’t been. He hadn’t been kidding when he had said don’t get anyone killed. Because underestimating their enemies had been what had gotten them here in the first place. She had been one of them. She had lost her child to the people that were supporting her now. And she had replaced her with two sons that Harry knew had a father he could never have guessed would happen. Andromeda Lestrange was mother to the heirs of the Lestrange line, and that was something that a seventeen-year-old version of himself would have laughed at and called a bad dream. Only this wasn’t a dream. This was their reality, and he was struggling to come up with a way to make sure that he didn’t lose his family to it. Harry had lost too many people over the years to not take that advice very, very seriously. Do not get anyone killed. Because whether they were running the government like an actual government or not, there were still things that had to happen, and there were still marks on their arms. They were still Death Eaters. They were still going to kill first. At least, he thought most of them would. When he heard Desirae answer him from the other room Harry made his way that way, and he smiled at the witch when she came into view. “Hey.” He knew that they were expecting a baby, but it had been a while since he had seen her, and he hadn’t realized how close they were getting until he saw that she was practically glowing and pregnant. “How are you feeling?” Harry knew that coming in here without warning had been a long shot, he knew who else the Krums kept company with, and he was almost half hoping that he would have run into a Black sister. Just to see what the reaction would have been this time around. After everything that had happened between all of them, he had had no idea how it would go.

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It was hard not to be a little nervous when she had realized that she was pregnant. For more reasons than one. The first had been silly, in a way. She had been worried that Viktor wasn’t going to be happy that they were going to have a baby. She had no reason to think that. Not really. They hadn’t actually talked about having kids too much but they also hadn’t been doing anything to prevent it. If he hadn’t wanted kids at all, she thought he probably would have made sure she knew that, so she could get a potion and make sure that she didn’t get pregnant. But he hadn’t, and she hadn’t been doing anything to stop it from happening. But she had still been nervous that he wasn’t going to be happy about it. That he was going to worry about what Vzá would say… which of course, she had too, but still. She had just been… afraid. Desirae had wanted it to be a good thing, she just hadn’t been sure that it was going to be. Not until she actually got his reaction and knew for sure that he was okay with that. It was only then that she’d been able to stop worrying about that.

She’d had a bigger worry too. One that she couldn’t help but being scared of happening, even if she didn’t have much of a reason to even have those worries. After everything that had happened with Vince, Andi had healed her. She had made sure that she was okay. There was truly no reason for her to think that there was something still wrong with her. Something that would stop her from being able to carry a baby. There was no good reason for that worry. If something was wrong with her, she thought that Andi would have seen it already… would have checked for absolutely anything being wrong with her when she’d first woken up after everything that happened with Vince. Sure, she wouldn’t have thought to look for something like that specifically. But if it was a big enough problem, Desirae still thought that she would have seen it. Andi would have seen it, she would have known. And she hadn’t said anything so surely it was fine.

That was what she’d had to continue to tell herself, and she’d believed it too. She did think that Andi would have seen it, and she did think that she would have told her. But as she got closer to her due date, those worries started to pick up just a little. Not too much, thankfully, but she thought that was mostly just nerves. She didn’t think that was necessarily out of the ordinary for any expectant mum getting close to her due date. They were going to be worried and scared and that was normal. But it was going to be fine. Everything would go well, and Jack would be here soon. But not yet. They had a little longer to go still, and she knew that it was about to be a long month. More than that, really. It was going to be a long month and a half, but the end of July, Jack would be here, and it would all be worth it. Desirae didn’t want to worry more than she had to. She knew that it wouldn’t do her any good. There was still plenty of time. The best way of keeping her mind off of those passing worries had been to keep herself busy and luckily enough, there was plenty to do.

She had Vzá to look after, after all, and Quidditch would be starting up before they knew it. She knew that it was sort of bad timing. She didn’t like being without Viktor, but it was a little difficult to travel with a newborn… and while pregnant, though the latter would be easier than the former. It would be uncomfortable to go traveling to a different country or a different continent while eight months pregnant, but she would still do it. The alternative would be sleeping alone with Viktor countries away. She would much rather be uncomfortable traveling, but be with him, than be here without him. But there was no denying that the timing wasn’t great. She would just make it work. She knew that she didn’t have to worry about that just yet, but she would figure it out. She wasn’t one to complain--and she thought that wherever they were staying would be nice enough that she wasn’t likely to be all that uncomfortable. It was just the traveling part that was likely to take a lot out of her, even with magic. But she knew that she’d be fine. It would definitely be worth it to be with Viktor and not stuck here alone. They still technically had to discuss the details of… all of that, but she didn’t think there was much rush. “I’m all right.” She didn’t think her minor pregnancy woes had anything on the Potters’ problems. Certainly nothing worth mentioning. “How are you? What are you doing here? No offense, it's good to see you, of course, just…” someone could have been here, and that would have been very bad. But she didn’t think that needed said.

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He knew that he was being selfish every time that he left the island, because Mia was trapped there, and the kids were trapped there, but Harry didn’t know what he could do about that. He didn’t know if he could get them off of the island again without someone noticing. He thought that there was a good chance that if they did something like that again they were going to get caught. They had been so lucky up until this point, and a part of him was feeling reckless. He didn’t know what to actually do about that. There was no reason to think that he was going to get caught coming here. He wasn’t going out in public or anything like that, but he thought that there was a chance of just who might have been here, in this castle. He knew that they got along well with the Black sisters. That they had both been here, and Harry wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that their Minister was the one attending to Desirae now.

Nothing really surprised him at this point, and he was almost itching for a confrontation. That wasn’t a good thing. And he knew that it wasn’t. But he was stuck in this spot of not being able to do anything, and he didn’t like that. He didn’t like feeling helpless. Which was exactly where he was at right now. He was helpless, and he couldn’t change anything, for anyone, if he was stuck on an island. The whole point of the Project had been to help people. It had been to do something about what was going on right now, and Harry thought that it was something that he had been pulled away from too soon. Of course the Project was still up and running. They were running it from the island, and he was making sure that they had everything that they needed. They were trying to help as much as they could, but he himself was not helping. And that was driving him crazy.

Harry wanted to help, he wanted to do something, and even if that something right now was get into a fight with Andromeda Black, Lestrange, whatever her name was, in the middle of Viktor and Desirae’s kitchen, he would have welcomed it. Of course, he thought that if he was going to run into someone else in this castle it would probably have been Narcissa Malfoy, and not her sister, but he didn’t know for sure. He was running the risk of encountering either right now. And he knew that he had put Desirae and Vzá and Viktor at risk by coming here, but he had needed off of that island, and the grounds here were huge. He could go outside, and disappear for a while, and no one would even know that he had been here. If she hadn’t been in the kitchen when he had been coming through, no one would have known.

She knew now though, and he ran a hand over the back of his neck as he smiled at her. “There’s no way you’re just ‘all right’, you’ve got to be just about miserable at this point. Mia was.” He knew that his wife had not had as harsh of pregnancies as some women had, but he didn’t think that Desirae had either, or he would have heard about it. He chuckled a little bit at her question and then shook his head. “I’m okay. I was feeling a little cooped up. I figured I’d just sneak out for a couple of hours, and sneak back in, and no one would even know that I was gone, or that I’d been wandering around your golf course.” He knew what she meant though, he had run a risk coming out here, “Just dangerous. I know.” And he did, he wasn’t an idiot, he did know that it was dangerous, but he was tempting fate just a little bit. “She could have been here.” She. Either one really, but he didn’t think that needed said either.

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[attr="class","cbody"]Desirae hadn’t been sure that Viktor was going to be happy to hear that she was pregnant. Looking back, she knew that was a little silly, but she had been worried nonetheless. Luckily for her, he had been happy and now they were rapidly approaching Jack’s due date. He would be here before they knew it, and Desirae had thought that this pregnancy had gone relatively smooth, actually. She hadn’t been sure what to expect as far as that was concerned. Of course, she had been a little concerned that past injuries were going to impact her ability to actually carry a baby, but that hadn’t been the case at all.
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Yes, there had been a fair bit of morning sickness and her back didn’t feel great now that she was carrying more weight. She wasn’t exactly the tallest person in the world, though she didn’t know if that had anything to do with it. She just knew that her back was in constant need of a massage, not that they ever did all that much good.
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It was also getting a little bit harder for her to sleep now, because she just couldn’t get comfortable. But she also knew that was par for the course. But apart from some morning sickness, a back ache, and being a little tired, Desirae knew that this had been an easy pregnancy. Easy enough that she had started to wonder if she would be able to talk Viktor into another baby somewhere along the road. They hadn’t had those conversations--understandably so, since Jack wasn’t even here yet, but she didn’t think that she’d mind having one more. Especially if it was another easy pregnancy like this one had been.
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Since Vzá was playing in her room, Desirae figured she might as well do the dishes by hand. It was relaxing, sometimes, to just do something by hand and not just pick up a wand to do the work for her. She figured the house would be quiet for a while--until either Vzá got bored of her room or Viktor got home. She thought she’d just finish doing the dishes and then either continue cleaning up around the house a little or take a bubble bath. The latter option sounded a lot more relaxing and there was at least a chance that a bath would help her back a little. As long as it wasn’t too hot, obviously. She’d done enough research to have learned that by now.
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Harry coming put the plans of having a bubble bath far from her mind. It was always good to see him, that went without saying, but he was meant to be on Mermaid Isle. Yes, it was safe over here, but there could also be… anyone but her at the house. It wasn’t uncommon for Narcissa to stop over when she was free. She spent most of her time at the hotel anyway and that was incredibly close by. It made it easy for her to come by and visit, especially if she knew that Viktor was gone and that Desirae would likely be bored.
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There was also a slight chance of Andromeda being here too. Granted, that was less of a chance, with how busy the woman was these days, but it was definitely still possible. If either one of them had been here, there was no telling what would have happened. “I’m not dealing with anything too terrible. If my biggest problem is not being able to get comfortable enough to sleep at night, I’ll take it.” She had read about far worse problems that a pregnancy could bring about, and she thankfully hadn’t had to encounter any of those. “The golf course? Really? Are you planning on picking up the sport?” She knew that Viktor had bought the house without being much of a golfer, and had talked about turning it into something else, but that just hadn’t happened yet. When he spoke again, Desirae just nodded. “The further along I get, the more often they’re here…” She thought that Narcissa was excited to have a baby around and Andromeda was sort of her healer, even if she had technically retired.
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Getting away was a privilege, and Harry knew that it was one that he was being cruel to take. But he had come here today anyway. He needed some time to think about the fact that they had been here as long as they had. That they were no closer to leaving than they had ever been. And Harry didn’t really know how to help those things. He didn’t like not knowing where to go, and what to do. He didn’t like being helpless, and through this whole thing he had been. When the choice had been Hermione going to that registration, and risking getting killed, and coming to the island, the island had been their salvation. Now it was their prison.

And the kids were stuck there too. They had missed an entire year’s worth of schooling because of this. He knew that Mia had been homeschooling them, and that they were probably learning more than they would have actually in the castle, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that they were supposed to have been there. No matter how tainted with memories Hogwarts had become for all of them over the years, that was where they were supposed to have been. They weren’t supposed to have been homeschooled. They weren’t supposed to have had to deal with any of it.

But he knew that they needed to be grateful for the things that they did have. He knew that they needed to be grateful that they were safe. And the Krums were to thank for that. They were the ones that they had to be grateful too. Because they hadn’t had an answer. He hadn’t had a solution for what to do, and how to stop Mia from going and registering to protect the kids. Because he knew that that had been her reasoning. Maybe they would leave the kids alone if she went, and he couldn’t fight her on that. He would have. He had. He had fought her every moment about that. But then Viktor had provided them with an answer that they never would have thought of. And that was exactly the point. They were safe, in their island shaped prison.

Harry could practically feel the worry resonating off of Desirae, but he shook his head a little bit. He was fine. They were fine. And they were going to be around. He knew that they were going to be around. The fact that they had a relationship with the both of them was something that Harry hadn’t missed, but they weren’t here now. “I remember that. Mia used to sleep propped up on so many pillows, I’m not sure how anyone slept.” He didn’t miss that at all, but he knew that he wouldn’t have traded their kids for the world. “Not a chance. I tried once, with my father-in-law. I was miserable at it.” He missed Mia’s father, not as much as she did, he was sure, but he missed him all the same.

“I don’t doubt it. Andromeda was always a hoverer when Mia was pregnant. And…” Well, he didn’t know much about Narcissa really. Just that she was the reason that he was still alive. The reason that they had won the war all of those years ago. The most substantial thing that he knew about the blonde Black, was that she was an Occulmens. And a powerful one. “You’re close to them…”

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[attr="class","cbody"]Kids hadn’t necessarily been on her mind, right when she had married Viktor. Everything that had happened, every step of the way, had just… been the right thing, at the right time. She hadn’t even known that she had thought about him like that until he had bought her Mermaid Isle and she had kissed him. And they had come a long way since then. They hadn’t necessarily been trying to have kids, but they hadn’t been preventing it either. It had just been something that had happened. Even if they hadn’t been preventing it, Desirae had still been worried that Viktor was going to be upset. She couldn’t help it.
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It had just been her first instinct. She had wanted to think that he would be happy, but there was just no way for her to know for sure that he would be. With Vzá, with everything that was going on… Merlin knew that there were a million reasons for him to be unhappy that she had gotten pregnant. There were plenty of reasons to think that it wasn’t the right time or that it was too soon. She had just been… worried.
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But he had been happy about it.
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And Vzá had taken it pretty well too, all things considered. She had been worried about that, but she hadn’t seemed entirely against the idea of a little sibling. At least, eventually. It had taken a bit of time for her to come to terms with the idea, but they were there now. That was what mattered.
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The pregnancy had been good too, all things considered. There had been some morning sickness, of course, tenderness, being tired all the time, and her back always seemed to hurt. The further along she got, the harder it was for her to sleep, but she knew that all of that was normal. It was nothing to complain all that much about. It could certainly be worse. And the time for morning sickness had come and gone, so that was something at least. Now they just had to make it to her due date, and with how well this pregnancy had gone, she hoped they would get there in no time. She thought that there was a good chance that she wasn’t going to get a wink of sleep until then, and after then honestly. But she would get through it.
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She just really didn’t think that Harry needed to worry about how she was doing. They were the ones on that island, which probably felt more like a jail than a safe haven at this point. She was worried about them. A backache and trouble sleeping was not a true problem in comparison. “I might have to try more pillows, now that you mention that,” she said, with a laugh. She wasn’t sure how much good it would actually do her, but she thought that it just might be worth a shot.
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Desirae knew that Viktor had thought about turning the golf course into something else. He didn’t really play, after all, and it was silly to have it there if nobody was going to use it. Of course, it was also a little amusing to picture Harry out on the course, even if he obviously hadn’t been playing. “I can’t pretend to know too much about it, but I’m pretty sure everyone’s awful the first time.” As far as she knew, golf wasn’t one of those sports that people could be too much of a natural at.
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Harry coming here had been risky, and he knew that. Even if it was nice to see him, it didn’t change the fact that anyone could have been over. Anyone could have seen him. She wasn’t entirely sure what Narcissa or Andromeda would have done if they had come face to face with him in the halls. She didn’t think that they would do anything, but… there was just no way of knowing. She nodded when he spoke again. “Yes. Well, it’s… complicated, but yes.” Narcissa was like a mother to her, and Andromeda had saved her life. It didn’t mean that she agreed with what Andromeda was doing as Minister, or some of Narcissa’s beliefs, though. She thought that Harry knew that. She hoped that he did, anyway.
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