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"But the glass, where did the glass go- and the snake, where is the snake?"
Harry wakes up in panic; vivid images of a winking snake still linger, imprinted at forefront of his mind. "Brazil", Harry mutters as hot sunlight blinds him into unwanted wakefulness.
But the heat is London sunlight. Rare but glaringly warm when present.
Great, apparently he fell asleep leaning against the wall, now his back and muscles are stiff.
Cautiously, Harry stands up on wobbly feet. Glancing suspiciously at the journal still clutched in his right hand, but the pages are as pristine and innocent as ever. It feels as if he is thrown back in time, to the days where his younger self lived with the Dursleys. Back when he didn’t believe in magic.
Not until Hagrid came, bearing the truth with him, as heavy as his steps. Knocking down all of Harry's defenses, bringing magic to him- a gift wrapped in glittering hope.
So Harry remembers that and picks himself up the floor. He walks drunkenly down the hallway to the bathroom, leaning heavily with two arms against the sink. Harry's heart is beating loudly in contrast to the silence that surrounds him.
When the air shimmers; Harry fears he is losing control of his magic. In just another moment- the mirror would break, the wall would crack. Perhaps the shards of glass would fly violently and cut his skin, leaving scars to remind him- This was the day when you went barmy.
Harry shakes his head at the dramatic vision, but nothing breaks just yet. The intact glass is foggy when his reflection materializes.
The skin around the eyes is tired pink, casting purple shadows that bring the alluring green of his eyes into focus. Harry splashes cold water on his face. Some of it drops on his bare chest, making him shiver.
Whatever the mess he was in now- It was just another truth, one among many in a never-ending hallway. Each curtain revealed a new door that proved to be just another beckoning passage.
This was no more than just another such reveal.
**
Apparating outside the Ministry, Harry takes a deep breath before entering.
The Atrium is crowded with chatting wizards and nervous looking secretaries, who are rushing comically about with stacks of papers to their chins.
Standing out among the crowd are the few purebloods, the only ones too dignified to visibly rush anywhere, no matter the occasion- dignity comes first.
They grudgingly greet Harry with a curt nod, faces grim.
They remind him too well of Death eaters- even now their faces are like masks floating above robes in dark shades.
Harry just answers with a rude stare- until they look away. Today he is wearing his "don’t mess with me expression"- eyes unblinking and eyebrows furrowed. It seems to be working. Walking briskly to the lifts, he is in luck- one of the lifts is empty except for a bored looking girl in bright red boots who is chewing bubblegum.
Harry awkwardly stands beside her, his current mood suddenly out of place. She offers him a piece and he accepts.
The gum is cherry flavored, melting in Harry's mouth. He counts the seconds to the interrogation floor. With a sharp bling the lift arrives and Harry smiles at the girl, feeling just a tad better.
"Bye", he says, still smiling, relieved. He is not really good with strangers.
The door to Kingsley's office, is slightly ajar, loud arguing voices carry through, one is outraged the other appeasing.
"You don't seriously propose to let him walk free? " - a pause…"sir." "I've said no such thing. But the way your Aurors have been going at him- you may end up on the other side of the law."
Silence again and then- " My Aurors is it now Minister? A loud screech of a chair follows and before he has time to move away the door disappears leaving Harry face to face, with his very angry boss.
Harry tries to recoil- "Good morning, Sir I was just…" Dawlish just huffs and pushes Harry aside, before turning around- "Potter, maybe you can talk some sense into him".
"Sir?" Harry tries to follow but Kingsley interrupts him- "come in Harry, I was waiting for you."
Kingsley looks grave behind his table. His hands are clasped tightly in front of him.
The office is too hot and Harry tugs at his collar nervously.
"Sir I'm sorry for eavesdropping-", Kingsley waves his hand towards the only chair in the room and sighs.
"As it goes this is exactly the matter I need urgently to discuss with you Harry."
Seating himself at the edge of the chair Harry composes a serious expression. "Is it Malfoy?" Kingsley pulls out a brown file and drops it ungently on the desk. Anyone else would think he was being rude but Harry knew this was the Minister in full action mode, not a man for wasting time with pleasantries.
The ex-Auror opened the file and continued- "Yesterday Malfoy was taken into custody as the sole suspect in a murder case. We have been interrogating him for hours- he won't confess or change his story. Yet my instincts tell me he is hiding something." Here Kingsley looked sharply at Harry- "perhaps he told you something valuable?"
Harry automatically shakes his head "I don't think Malfoy did it, he was very upset when I found him and frankly sir" Harry hesitates before coming to a decision- "he may be a lot of things but a murderer? No."
Kingsley sighs, "you are his friend so your judgment may be clouded but I must say I agree with you, nevertheless it is our job to find the killer.
I won't be putting you on the case- officially, but I might need you to stay close to Malfoy, find out more. It is probable it is someone who he knew or maybe his father did".
Harry thought that was an understatement considering Malfoy's father was a Death eater and could boast knowing other cold-blooded killers. Harry stands up when Kingsley looks away, taking his cue to leave.
"I will do that sir. Can I see him now?" The minister nods absently "do that Harry."
***
The corridor leading towards the integration rooms is bleak and too bright. The long empty walls are indistinguishable from the doors that lead to the heavily warded rooms.
A somber guard leads Harry and they stop in front of room 99, he gruffly allows Harry to enter. At first, Harry is a bit dazzled by the heavy lights and the strange scent in the air.
Blinking he recognizes the figure hunched over in the center of the room. "Malfoy!" Harry rushes towards him the second the guard disappears.
Malfoy slowly straightens his posture and a shocked sigh escapes Harry, it takes minute to recover.
"Who did this to you?" Malfoy laughs but his voice comes out broken and he starts coughing.
"I look lovely don’t I?"
Harry drinks him in, the pointy aristocratic features are barely visible, a large bruise in hues of blue and purple covers Malfoy's left eye and his lips are closed tightly together to bite away the pain.
The usually immaculate silver hair is a dirty blonde and standing up in wide chunks.
"You look wonderful", Harry answers dryly. Malfoy looks dreadful the more Harry stares at him, so he looks away.
As the minutes pass the silence grows. It is not uncivil just endless, no answers comes to Harry's mind.
When he looks up, Malfoy is sitting composed with his head held high, and Harry thinks he made the right choice,
Malfoy is too proud for hysterics. What little of his left eye Harry can see is staring right at him shrewdly.
"You know Potter; I was hoping you can get me out of this mess."
"They are releasing you today, no?" Malfoy stands up in sudden fury- "released? Are you daft? Do you know how hard I worked to build my reputation and now this? Then Malfoy is laughing again and the sound makes Harry shiver.
"No you wouldn't understand" Malfoy leans heavily on the desk.
"I called Snape for you"" Harry says. Malfoy relaxes his shoulders; finally, he nods his head and sits back down "thank you, I appreciate it."
A truce and Malfoy is almost Draco again, broken and in need of a friend.
"Listen, this would all be all right" Harry thinks he is rubbish at comforting people, not having had much of that growing up but Malfoy seems to appreciate his attempt.
Now to business- "The note you gave me last night…Where did you get it?"
Malfoy shrugs "She gave it to me. Obviously-"Malfoy drawls the word- "I was covering you and didn't say anything. Not a word out of this pretty mouth".
Here Malfoy looks sadly at his hands before wiping disgustedly at said mouth.
"Or maybe you don't remember a thing?" Harry goes on a hunch.
Malfoy pales "of course I do!" Harry continues with vigor- "Maybe you don’t know where and how you got the note? Maybe…That scares you?" Harry hears his voice go lower almost foreign to him.
"Merlin Potter cut it out! You're really starting to worry me. I might not remember getting the note but I do remember it was for you."
Harry leans back in triumph and folds his arms. "I knew it."
Malfoy glares at him "What did it say?" But just then the guard arrives followed by a tall dark shape, it is Snape.
"Interrupting anything gentleman?" Snape's dark eyes are sharp as they take in Draco's bruised face and Harry's aggressive stance.
"Not in particular, just another day in my sordid life." Malfoy replies.
Harry swears Snape's lips curve upwards in an almost smile. "Good, then I will be most obliged to take you home."
He looks strangely at Harry, "Mr. Potter would you like to accompany us?"
***
The outside world is pure sunshine and fresh autumn air, and Harry is cheerful at once. Even dragging along a Malfoy and Snape seems small in comparison to the small joys of freedom.
Harry whistles a happy tune, hands in his pockets as two former Death eaters converse behind his back. He is leading the way according to Snape's commend, once in a while Harry turns back his head in question but Snape just grunts "keep walking".
Eventually,they are far enough from the Ministry that Harry decides this is suspicious and they should have apparated ages ago.
They reach a muggle street, stopping in front of a small playground.
"This way" Snape orders them through the park, and he and Malfoy shrug and decide to follow the old bat. The brown leaves crunch under their feet as they reach a stop, Malfoy sneezes loudly.
"Well?" Harry raises an eyebrow, "We are going by untraditional transport today", Snape curtly announces. He doesn’t seem too happy about it. Harry looks around, the very regular surroundings- a tree, a parking lot, mother with a toddler…" Malfoy starts rubbing his hands together "I bloody well would welcome a hot cup of tea right now". Snape takes another step forward and Harry gapes- "You can't be serious?"
A car, Snape is pointing at a lime green Subaru.
Malfoy starts circling the vehicle "How does this work?"
Snape takes out a shiny key from his robes "You drive it, obviously".
Soon Malfoy is hunched tightly with Harry on the backseat "I will not have anyone of you distracting me", as Snape turns on a growling engine.
"I didn’t know you owned a car, Sir!" Harry shouts above the noise.
Snape just glares at him while adjusting the mirror "Your godfather wasn’t the only one using muggle transportation for missions."
Harry is speechless contemplating that and soon they are on their way.
Malfoy keeps gripping the front seat in horror and looks rather sick, Harry can't blame him- Snape's driving is utterly terrifying. The car zooms fast past red lights and green alike, several times Snape nearly collides with a tree.
"Sir! Shouldn’t we slow down?" Harry tries but Malfoy grips his elbow painfully "I'd rather get this over with fast".
Poor Malfoy assumed this was the way driving was- "how do muggles stand this?"
Harry gives up explaining after a sharp turn to the right leaves him and Draco squashed together painfully, legs in the air.
Finally, the long journey is over and a smug Snape exits the car "are you coming?"
They take a moment to recover staring at each other and Draco mouths "he is utterly mad" and Harry smiles.
They have reached Malfoy Manor but Snape leads them to the gardens where they enter a small shed. Inside the space is much larger and grander, and Narcissa Malfoy is there. She is sitting by a large table surrounded by roses and exotic flowers. Her face is stony as ever but when her eyes land on Draco Harry flinches in fear. She composes her fury fast and greets her son with hands outstretched.
Malfoy isn’t as coy and grasps her in his arms "Mother".
Snape and Harry look away. A large cluster of mirrors hangs between the rose bushes and leafy monsters that cover the walls, and it feels utterly surreal- this garden home.
Narcissa extends her delicate hands towards Snape "Severus" He leans in to kiss her hand.
Harry fidgets in place but Narcissa zeroes in on him like hawk; "Mr. Potter". This is the first time she has addressed him directly. Ever since he started coming to Malfoy Manor they have been avoiding each other.
"Hello" Harry manages lamely but he needed have worried as her gaze shifts worriedly to Draco - "Let's get you patched up". Harry never knew how practical she could be. In seconds, Draco's bruised eye is mostly healed and a house elf ushers him away to take a bath.
The table is suddenly covered in in dishes that smell delicious and their tea cups are full with hot amber liquid.
Harry sips his tea and quietly observes the way Snape's face stays stony and unreadable as he looks at Narcissa.
He thought they were friends but now he wasn't so sure- trust wasn’t easily found in Slytherin circles.
"I want to know what my son's situation is". She is looking at Snape but Harry seizes the opportunity- "he is still a suspect".
Like a mother eagle she turns her head "of that I'm perfectly aware Mr. Potter" her eyebrows knot in confusion- "would you like to share anything with us?"
Snape too is staring at him.
Harry leans back and explains "Your son is not the prime suspect - I believe they are looking into other leads. Maybe someone who is the enemy of the family? I was hoping you could tell me more."
And then Narcissa smiles and it is frightening, like seeing a marble statue blush.
"So there is hope still" she whispers dramatically.
Harry rolls his eyes, he is really starting to think purebloods are the silliest creatures- wasting so much energy pretending to not care. If there's anything Harry learned from Draco it is that beneath the façade they all had hearts; twisted, proud hearts with a deep passion for life and living.
"Ms. Malfoy, can you think of anyone? Did you or Draco receive any threats?"
Narcissa just sips her tea "nothing recently, we were finally left alone. Draco has been working wonderfully hard to build his business. At first, there have been some threats, people trying to stop him from succeeding".
Harry knew as much but he still wondered "what about anyone…from your old circle?" Snape made a coughing sound, "your attempts at delicacy are unnecessary" Narcissa said. "If you're asking if any Death Eaters have been a nuisance- no. I believe we all just wanted to do our best to gain what we have lost during the war, taking care of our families and their future."
Harry nodded in understanding, voicing a theory "Could it be someone who was opposed to Draco's relationship with the…lady?" Snape made that sound again and Harry turned around "If you want to say something say it" Snape glared at him-
" It is nothing Potter…Just you characteristically missing what is right under your nose". Harry lifted his eyebrows "what the hell are you implying?"
Snape's glare turned poisonous.
"Selfish as always Potter, you are the cause of misery and the center of attention".
He said it so coldly and Harry wondered if he was missing something but Narcissa interrupted.
"Severus that is enough, he really doesn’t know."
Harry felt his heart constrict "know what?"
Narcissa waved her hand "It isn’t of importance but I must ask you- "do you care for my son?" Harry wasn’t expecting to ever talk about that.
"I do Ms. Malfoy, that if why I'm here."
Narcissa gazed at him a few moments before coming to some silent conclusion "good. That is all that matters. He cares for you and I won't have that be his downfall."
Harry doesn’t like the sound of that- "what do you mean?"
Narcissa looks at her lap where Harry notices for the first time a small gray kitten.
"Like I have said before, things have been going really well for us. Our reputation has strengthened and our resources amplified. But Draco…he wasn't doing as well. Until you showed up and I saw him open up to his new life, here she gave Harry a measuring look- "I'm not sure what he sees in you but the changes have been positive."
Harry doesn’t know how to reply to that compliment.
"You have voiced a theory someone was opposed to Draco's fumbling about with that…woman."
She spit out with contempt. "Has it crossed your mind someone was opposed to his relationship with you?" Harry leans away from her "oh".
Snape ungently adds " indeed oh."
Harrys is getting sick of both of them, why did Slytherins have to make everything so complicated? He stands up and starts circling the table while thinking aloud.
"You really think the murder was timed to my arrival?" Narcissa picks up the kitten and stands up. "I do not know what to think. I only know little troubles have started following Draco since you arrived. He cares for you too much to have admitted that." Harry sees her fierceness, her protectiveness for her son that was always there.
"Thank you for telling me". She nods at him, and perhaps Harry imagines it but her gaze isn’t as cold.
"I will do my best to help" Harry promises and means it.
Just then Draco enters, his hair damp but immaculately brushed back, face rosy.
"Isn't he quit the hero mother?" Harry looks away, embarrassed.
Draco cheerfully sits down, pulling back his silk sleeves and digging into a cherry pie with a blissful expression.
"Yes dear. Why don't you have some of that pudding?" Harry just shakes his head and passes the pudding.
***
Later, after he manages to leave the Malfoy's Harry is feeling uneasy. The trickles of guilt he attempted to ignore are clouding his thoughts. He arrives right on time at Dr. Brand's door.
Snape's words still ring in his ears; the man always had an ability to get under his skin. The waiting room is small and in stark contrast to the Malfoys luxurious rooms and Harry is thankful for the change. He remembers the first time he arrived here.
At first, he was reluctant to talk to anyone. He imagined spilling all his secrets to some stranger who would keep staring at his scar in pity, or worse- gaze at him with admiring eyes, hero worship at its finest.
Surprisingly, Dr. Brand was different. He never asked Harry about the war, preferring to talk about dreams and Harry's daily routine. Harry didn't completely trust him, but he did find himself slowly following the healer's instructions, bizarre as they could be.
Today, Dr. Brand announces they are going to do some shadow work. Harry is sitting conformably, outside he hears cars passing in a rhythm. The mind healer is gently peering at him as if the announcement was some sort of gift. When Harry fails to show any excitement he looks disappointed.
"Do you know what this means?" Harry lets himself feel anger.
"I bloody don’t. Why is it everyone assumes I should know things? I never do."
The healer looks bored. "You don’t know anything?" He asks, and Harry feels his anger die away and the words pour out of him.
"It's not that I don’t know, it more that when it comes to people- I'm never really sure. I don’t even try and understand how they feel towards me or the other way round. I'm never sure when they care or when they are pretending."
Dr. Brand smiles, " good, good. You see Harry it is not about knowing it is about understanding.
That is what shadow work is all about- we go into your mind and we see things in a new light- we bring them up so we can understand them more clearly. It is a beautiful process."
Harry nods but he has no idea only a guess "do you mean bringing up memories?" Dr. Brand shakes his head, eyes twinkling.
"Memories are false. They are how you interpret an event – they are what you believe to be true about it. The shadow is something else- it is what is there before you form a bias, an opinion. It allows us to explore how you feel and think and see if maybe some of these memories are stopping you from really seeing clearly."
Harry thinks he understands, he remembers looking at memories with Dumbledore in the pensive. They both saw the same memory but Harry knew that if the same event was seen by someone else- they would have seen something different.
"Alright, I think we can do that" Harry says.
"Let's start with rejection. I want you to remember the first time you felt rejected."
Harry thinks that is easy - "the Dursleys rejected me, they called me a freak." The healer waves his hand in dismissal.
"What did you do about it?" Harry looks at him in confusion. "Do about it? I was a baby and then I just ignored it."
Dr. Brand shakes his head enthusiastically "of course but when you did react to it?"
Harry thinks hard "I think I did magic for the first time I…I freed a Snake, I talked to it. I mean it wasn’t about them but then I knew they were right and I was a freak. It was strange."
"You talked to a snake Harry?" The voice is neutral but Harry feels his heart rate go up.
"I can talk to Snakes." For some reason, his voice sounds meek and almost apologetic.
"Say that again Harry and this time think about rejection, feel it". "I don’t need to say it again I-" "oh but you do."
He takes a deep breath "I'm a Parselmouth, I can talk to snakes."
Dr. Brand leans forward "again Harry, this time like you mean it." Harry flushes "this is stupid."
The Dr. just stares unwavering "again Harry."
So he does." I'm a Parselmouth. The only one living in the world. I have Slytherin's dark gift ok? I'm a freak deal with it!"
He is panting loudly in the silence of the room.
Harry is shocked when a loud clap sounds; Dr. Brand is flushing and clapping slowly.
"Wonderful! We have found your shadow."
Harry doesn’t know what that means but from some reason he does feel better, lighter.
"I still know nothing." He says with a small smile. The Dr. Answers it "oh but you do- you do."
The twilight greets Harry as he exits the session, he feels drunk with an emotion he can't name.
He promised to go meet Hermione tonight; it was the only way she would leave him alone.
They decided on a muggle pub called Moonshine, though truly the place was mixed with wizards that came there frequently to enjoy the atmosphere and cheap drinks. Harry wasn't afraid of getting recognized there, it was that much a shit hole that no one cared.
When he arrived it was just starting to rain and many people were pushing in find a table. It smelled like wet wool and tobacco.
"Harry we're here!" But he already spotted the bushy hair in the corner and made his way.
She wasn’t alone, Ron was there beaming at him with some paper umbrella behind his ear, and Luna too was placidly staring right through him.
"Hi" Harry smiled and hugged Hermione who gave him a strong squeeze
"I'm sorry I didn’t tell you but they all wanted to come and see you" She whispered in his ear.
Harry didn’t mind "it's alright Hermione I'm glad you came."
She was smiling in relief and just then someone bumped loudly into his back "The Harry is here!" It was George with a pile of beer bottles in his arms.
"We really missed you mate" Ron was happy to shake Harry's hand and Hermione indiscreetly mouthed "tipsy".
Ron stood up with his drink and announced "I'm as sober as the next man, to my friend!" Before downing the drink and falling happily back into his bench. "Hi Ron" Harry could not help but smile. George shoved a cold beer to his face and started telling a long story about why he was there alone.
Harry only half listened as the conversation carried easily without him. He felt like an idiot for rejecting this- this warmth as outside it rained, surrounded by friends who were kind enough to just want to be with him, asking for nothing. As the night and drinking progressed, Harry told his friends about his car ride with Snape.
"No" Ron was shocked "that ruins his image forever", he then smiled devilishly "wait until I tell dad he's going to love it."
At some point Harry remembers getting up and dancing with George to a live band consisting of two girls with pink hair and a big bearded guy that reminds him of Hagrid.
Tired but happy Harry slumps down next to Luna as the others go to looking for the loo " How you doing Luna?"
She leans her head on his shoulders "It is a wonderful full moon day". Harry chuckles and pats her gently on the head "it is Luna". He relaxes his eyes and lets them wonder the pub where everyone seems to be having a good time.
"Who is this person with you all night? I don't think I've ever met him."
Harry looks down the blond head on his shoulder "Who do you mean Luna?"
She raises her head and points to the other side of the room "him. He's been following you all night I think."
She wrinkles her nose "it is not very polite of you not to introduce him."
Harry laughs "I don’t know who you're talking about, is it some kind of full moon thing?"
Luna shakes her head and her pink feather earrings tickle his chin.
"I don’t think so, although the full Moon day makes as whole again." Harry just shrugs and looks at the corner. It is the darkest part of the pub but Harrys notices a figure sitting there, the shadows obscure the face but he thinks it is male.
"You want me to go say hi?" He doesn’t know where the idea comes from but Luna smiles "good idea Harry".
He stands up on slightly unsteady feet and moves across the room. He feels hot and bothered even with his robes off as he pushes through the chattering crowd and clouds of cigarette smoke.
Just as he reaches the strangers table he stands up and swiftly walks away "hey wait!" Harry hurries after him, hours of Auror drilling lessons coming useful. "Clear your mind, pursue suspect" Harry mutters and admits his mind is far from clear. He follows the figure towards the staircase; it is definitely male and tall. Harry doesn’t know why he is following but it feels the person is running away from him personally. They run up the narrow stairs of the pub, Harry's not fast enough.
As he reaches the floor the stranger is gone. Feeling uneasy but stubborn Harry looks around, the walls are covered in old records and posters, the soft sound of music carries words: " He claims I suffer from delusions -yet I'm so confident I'm sane" Harry starts climbing-" It can't be no optical illusion so how can you explain shadows in the rain..."
Finally, he spots a red ladder leading to the roof, he leans against it- it is shaky at best but it’s the only way out. Harry grabs the ladder and climbs out; into the cold night air and wind that ruffles his hair.
The roof is a large flat surface, starkly dark but for the few lights on the streets below and it is empty. Harry turns around to leave, feeling like a fool but something catches his eye, it is a pile of old junk left by the owner of the pub. Broken chairs, toys and a table with three legs, it is the mirror that caught his eye reflecting the full moon.
"How romantic" Harry mutters" is this part where I start confessing my undying love or something?"
Harry breaths in deep the fragrant air and walks to the edge of the roof and looks down at nothing.
He feels he is being watched so he turns around swiftly, wand at the ready. A heartbeat of nothing and then as he looks down again he feels a presence.
The stranger is there coming closer in measured steps. Until he is standing an inch from Harry, isn’t as tall as he thought. "Who are you?" Harry asks and tries to see better but it's too dark.
The face is that of a young man, smooth skin and strong chin, the confident eyes shine and he smiles horribly.
"Tom Riddle" Harry gasps, and it is him "you are dead!" Tom just purses his lips in mock thought.
"How well articulated, perhaps it is the part of undying as you said before".
Harry closes his eyes and counts to ten and opens them again but he is still there, in fact, now he is standing even closer and Harry can feel his body heat. "Real?" He asks because his knees are weak and he can't move away.
"Oh yes, real" Tom softly gazes at him, not smiling that horrible smile anymore, just watching.
"I've been waiting for so very long to be real, to not live in the shadows." He looks around the roof like some theater character on the edge of confession. "I yearned for it but never hoped that you will see."
"You can't be real" Harry shouts and with a last bit of courage shoves Tom away. "
Tom freezes in place; he touches his arms where Harry pushed him, a look of wonder on his face. "As enjoyable as this was I don’t appreciate such crude physical violence."
Harry stares in shock he wants to curse him, "you don't?" is all that leaves his mouth before he tries and step forward.
Tom waves a hand while looking up "it is a beautiful moon Harry. Next time do try making better use of my time."
Harry straightens himself "I want you to go away. I don’t want to ever see you again. You are nothing! You are just a dead memory."
Tom looks at him, a silent figure in a painting- all languid lines and beautiful symmetry.
"Oh Harry but memories hurt" and he shoves Harry off the roof.
Falling down feels like forever and all Harry can think is "mine always do".