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Harry isn’t sure why he keeps coming back. It’s been six months and nothing has changed. Hermione worries about him, he knows, and Ron just shakes his head and mutters about ferrets, betrayal, and moving on.

The room is private, paid for by the Black vault that Harry inherited years ago. There’s a personal mediwitch whose salary he also pays. They say recovery may occur but Harry isn’t much of an optimist anymore.

When he enters the room, Malfoy looks at him and blinks. Sometimes he scowls. Other times he smiles. It’s the only communication they share, but it’s enough.

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