“What the hell am I meant to do now?” Harry asks miserably. “I mean, before, I sort of thought maybe someday, I could…”
Sirius waits for Harry to finish his sentence, but Harry just waves a hand in defeat.
“That’s a really common thought on this side.” Sirius says, wrapping his arm around Harry. Resting their heads together. “I went through it when I first got here. Course, it didn’t help that you were mid-battle at the time, and I couldn’t do shit but watch.”
“Dumbledore came in.”
“I must’ve missed him.”
“He showed up right before you…” Harry waves his hand again, then groans and stands up. “I wish I could do something.”
“Do what?”
Harry tries kicking the wall, but his foot goes right through it. He pulls on his hair.
“I wish I wasn’t fucking dead.”
Without waiting for a response, Harry drifts up through the ceiling, leaving the cramped, horrible room behind. Sirius doesn’t follow. Can’t. Harry leaves the Ministry.
Your magic will guide you. Put your intentions out there.
With Draco’s voice on repeat in his head, Harry closes his eyes, feeling for the magic of Dumbledore’s wand. It’s an immensely powerful wand, Harry felt it anytime he used it.
Your magic will guide you.
Deep breath in, and out. Harry’s fingers twitch as he strains to feel anything. His hand passes through the solid dresser wood, no contact at all with the wand. Harry huffs, closing his eyes to try again.
“I didn’t see stairs there, so that’ll be good for you too.”
Draco’s voice carries up the stairs. Harry jumps, knocking into the wand and- fuck, he can feel it this time, and Draco’s entering the room but the wand is still rolling, and Harry can’t stop it, can’t grab it-
“It stinks in here.” Draco says, wrinkling his nose as he looks around. His eyes land on the wand, which knocks into a picture frame.
“Teenage boy?” Remus asks.
Draco doesn’t answer. He’s staring at the wand. His eyes dart to the window, once.
"Don't forget to shut your window before we leave." Remus says, coming up behind Draco. Draco’s in the doorway, blocking Remus’ entrance.
“Harry?” Draco breathes. He scans the room, holding his breath. Harry stays very still, just in case he moves anything else without meaning to.
Draco drops to his knees by his trunk, digging around until he finds his own wand, casting the aura spell.
Remus watches him, looking worried.
“Hedwig!”
And Draco’s running downstairs, Harry hot on his heels. Remus shivers as Harry passes through him.
“She’s in the downstairs bedroom! What’s the matter?”
Harry reaches the room first, and Draco throws the door open a second later, immediately grabbing Hedwig.
“Can you feel Harry? Can you feel Harry in this house?”
Hedwig looks right at Harry, her head tilted slightly as Draco stares at her. Draco turns to look at Harry too, and Hedwig lifts her wings. Harry’s shaking his head.
“WHERE IS HE?”
“Draco, what the fuck is-” Remus asks, panting from the door.
“Harry’s here!” Draco shouts, taking Hedwig from her perch to hold her out to the middle of the room. In a second, he drops her entirely, and she squawks indignantly, glowering at Harry as she flies after Draco.
