“Neville,”Pottersaid.“Whatpotions?”Afterahalfaminuteofsilene,Potteraskedagain,louder.

“RapioAnimam,”Longbottomfinallymanagedtosay,followedbyamuhquieter,“Metempsyhimpello.”

Drao’sheartsankashetranstedtheLatininhishead.“Drao?”amePansy’squestioningvoie,butallheoulddowasmeetPotter’seyesashewhispered,“Itseizesthesoul.It—theseondoneisafusionofAGreekandLatin.Toompelthetransmigrationofthesoul.”

Potter’sgreeneyesalmostpoppedoutofhishead.“No,”hisfeaturesrumbledintoagrimae.“Thereisnoway…”

“Harry,”Longbottomstartedtosay,butPotterwasstillstaringatDrao.

“Youwereright,”hefinallysaid.AndDraolookedawayattheadmission.Anothermoment,hewouldhaverelishedinPotter’saknowledgment.ButnothingfeltrightinhissuspiionthatBertrie’ssoulhadbeensedwiththekneazleGuinevere’s.Whileitmeanttheyhadanswers,thedetailsprovidedbyLongbottomhadnohopeforaviablesolution.

Theroomsankintosilene.Draowasthankfulnooneelseseemedtobeabletoreoverfromtherevetion.Hefeltasifhewassuddenlydrowninginhisownfear,ashisuandingofthesituationshiftedfromfuallydiretopotentiallyatastrophi.FindingBertriehadbeenthepriority,theonlythoughtinhismind.Butthethreadsofthisasehadpulledhimintosomethingdark,witheverystepforwardrevealinginexpliabledevelopments.ItleftDraodesperateforsomethingpure,somethingthatmadesense.Theurseurgedhimtopushthrough,tofollowthethreadsastheyoedevenifhedidn’tuandtheiroions.

Buteverypartofhimstruggledagainstitnow,espeiallythepartthatreognisedthenervousstareonLongbottom’sfae.Draoreeledhimselfbaktothemomentathand,learinghismind.Heasked,“Couldsomesortofreversepotionbeformuted?PerhapswithFullMoonFluxweed?Or—”

“Itwouldbenearimpossible,”LongbottomshookhisheadandlookedtoDrao.“Thisisadark,unnaturalmagi.Itripstheselffromthebodyandputsitsomewhereitisn’tmeanttobe.Theonlyreversalwouldbeusingtheinalpotionagain.”HisgazeshiftedtoPotter’sandheasked,“Areyou—isthishappening?Haveyouomearossitinyourase?”

Afterafewmoments,DraoturnedtoseewhyPotterdidn’tanswer.He’dgonepaleandstillasastone,hiseyeslosedandhisposturerigid.Withoutamoment’shesitation,DraorossedtheroomandputahandonPotter’sshoulder.“Harry.”

Hewasn’tsureifhewassomewhereelse.Anotherpeoranothertime,aviewofhimselfinfshesofunmovingpaniandterrorashefelldeepintothewellofhelplessness.Itwashappeningagain,hetoldhimself.

“Harry.”

Thewarmthofahandonhisshoulderstoppedhimfromspiralling.Thevoiepulledhimbak.Heturnedtowardthesoundandopenedhiseyes.

Malfoyworeapainedexpression,hiseyessearhingHarry’sinanunspokenquestion.ForthebriefestofmomentsHarryfounditstrangeandsomehowthatheouldreadMalfoysowell.Ormaybeitwastheotherman’sskillatOlumeny.HarryshruggedoutofMalfoy’sgripandturnedtoNeville.

“Wedon’thaveknowledgeofthepntorpotion,”Harrymanagedtosay.“Butwehavereasontobelievesomeonedoes.They’ve—uh—usedit.”

Neville’seyeswentwide.

“Why,”Pansybrokehersilene,“wouldthekidnappersthinkZivantuswouldhaveaesstoanextintpnt?”

Harryrolledhiseyesasshedivulgedtoomuhinformationbyaskingthequestion.

“Zivantus?”Nevillegulped.“BertrieZivantus?”

Harryputahandup.Thatwasit.Malfoysteppedforwardlikehehadsomethingtosay,butHarrywhippedaroundandshothimalooktostayquiet.Tryingtogatherhisthoughts,Harrysaid,“UnlessZivantusdidhaveaesstothepnt.”Malfoyraisedabrowinquestion.Harryrepeatedtheransomnoteinhisheadandontinued,“…whenitwasn’textint.Doyouthinkwhentheysay‘timepiee’theymeanTimeTurner?”

Malfoy’seyesbulged.Harryouldn’thelpbutthrowhimaslightsmile.Whohadtheraziertheorynow?Heokedhisheadashefeltarushofsomethingbeingsharedbetweenthem,oingthem,somethingharged,andhealmostouldn’tlookaway.

Aknokfromthedoorehoedthroughtheoffie.Harrysnappedhisheadtoseewhoitwas.Amessoflongblondeurlspokedthroughtheopeningdoor,“IhadtowaitforthemadloudstopassoutsideHagrid’s,but—”

“Luna?”Harrybreathed.Steppingintotheroomwithabasketinherarms,LunaLovegoodsmiledasshetookintheothers.

“HelloHarry,”shegreeted.“Neville.Drao.Pansy.Ididn’trealizeitwouldbeagroupteatoday,butIthinkIhaveenoughBkBeanHoofBrittletogoaround.”Lunawalkedin,setherbasketonthedesk,andpulledoutafoodbox.“It’ssaidtohelpstopTinselGnatsfrominginyourarmpits.”

Nevilleshookhishead,ughing.“Ithoughtyouwerewaitingtotrythisreipeuntilthehols?”

Lunapulledoutathermos.“ItoldyouNev,wekeeptinselupatthehouseallyearround.”SheturnedtoHarryandDraoandsaid,“ForsomereasontheTinselGnatsareespeiallybadrightnow.”Aftertransfiguringenoughupsforeveryone,Lunapouredtheteaanddistributedit.“Sowhatareweonsultingontoday?”

Nevillespitouthistea.“Whatmakesyouthink—”

“Harry’sanauror.Pansyworkswithrare,harmedobjets,andDrao—”Lunaturnedherpereptivegazeontheblondandsizedhimupinherinoffensiveandimpartialway.“Draodoesn’trestuntiltheproblemhasbeenfixed.”

Lunaopenedthefoodboxandservedthemeahaslieofthebrittle.Harrywasn’tsureifitatuallyqualifiedasbrittleifitoozedoutofitsspongyyers.

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