fifty-seven, again

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draco

Why didn't I check the pub he took me to?

I apparated to the back alley so quickly, thinking he had to be there. I almost felt it in my bones.

Brushing myself down, I walked into the pub and went towards the bar, hoping if he wasn't there, his favourite bartender would be.

Lo and behold, it was the bartender.

"Have you seen Harry?" I asked. "It's been three months and none of his friends have heard from him." Not even his boyfriend.

"You." The bartender, Ryan, spat. "You're the reason he attempted again."

So he has been here.

"I promise, it wasn't. I mean he thought it was, but it wasn't. I just need to talk to him so I can prove it." I explained.

He was unfazed. He was protecting Harry in a way his father never got to. Maybe James Potter sent this man to Harry. He deserved it.

"I swear down. On Harry's life. I didn't do it. I need to prove my innocence. Will you help me?"

Ryan stared at me for a minute. He was probably mentally processing the pros and cons, and deciding whether he trusted me or not.

"He's at home."

I smiled and muttered a quick thank-you, and ran off.

"Oi, blondie." I stopped. "Hurt him, and I hurt you."

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