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He —

( and his voice sounds different, even from the thrust of anger before. it sounds ... dual edged, echoed, like there's something more than just harry speaking to him now.

"he."

deserves it. he should die. he said the words. he hurt you. say it. cast the spell. mean it. avada — )

Ah.

( harry hisses, abruptly drawing his arms back and lifting a hand up to his scar, pulsing under his fingertips. he shakes his head, and the heir of slytherin's voice is once again kept at bay, just beyond a horizon that is always dawning on harry. he's mortified honestly, breathing shallow. )

Sorry. ( he takes a tired sit on the couch beside them, still holding his head with one hand, while his other reaches out to touch jin ling's wrist, apologetically. ) A-Ling.

( he looks up and his eyes are brighter than before, green in conjunction to the bloodshot whites, pulling back tears, fear, anger, the lot of it. he shakes his head, and grips him tighter. )

I don't know your father, or your cousin, or your grandfather, but —

His blood isn't worth dirtying your hands. You're better than him.

He shouldn't die. He should rot.

( peter pettigrew and jin guangyao have one thing in common — they're both rats. )

Edited 2020-03-24 01:12 (UTC)

[ It's the abrupt withdrawal that pulls Jin Ling out of himself for half a second - feeling hurt and confused at the same moment, he turns a little too quickly, just in time to see Harry pressing his hand to his scar and then shake his head.

The hurt disappears, worry taking its place, as he watches Harry apologize to him.

But watching Harry's face he gets the impression that maybe this isn't fully about him at all.

Maybe the parallels just run too deep.

He grimaces and then sits down on the couch next to him, taking Harry's hand in his. ]

Come on, you don't have to apologize.

[ He looked a little miserably at Harry, his face twisting. ]

Are you okay? Are you hurt?

[ Because that was easier to talk about than the fact that he didn't think he could leave Jin Guangyao to rot, even if he should. ]

( old habits are sometimes so hard to fight. he feels it — the natural urge to snap and yell i'm fine in jin ling's direction, because anytime anyone asks those questions, they don't really mean them. how many times has he yelled at hermione that she doesn't understand, that she wouldn't get it, that his problems are so far out of reach from anyone's grasp they could never hope to get what he's going through?

but it's jin ling and it's different. because he does get it, at least to a certain extent.

a smile peels up his lips, insincere and sad, and he turns his hand to squeeze his back. )

No. And yes.

( smiling, because it's always true. on the happiest day of his life, you could ask harry again and the answers will always be the same — i'm not okay and i am hurt.

it's just not especially important. licking his lips, harry rubs a thumb over his knuckles, dropping his hand from his forehead a little awkwardly. )

Just. Tell me one thing, and then I'll drop it. ( frowning, ) He wasn't planning to kill you, was he?

( because then harry is going to think about dumbledore and. that's a can of worms he thinks he'll be content to never get into in his entire life, ever. )

... I don’t know.

[ He answered it honestly, heavily, before he brought up his free hand to brush Harry’s wild bangs back from his face, trailing fingertips over his scar. ]

He said No. I asked him. If he would have killed me, instead, if Rusong had been perfect. If he’d been the heir he needed.

... he said he wouldn’t have, but how much can that possibly mean when he killed his own son?

( ah. there's an indescribable look on harry's face, although it's becoming a bit more normal between the two of them — understanding and aching, a vicious cycle that just repeats and repeats. harry can get as angry as he wants through this, but it doesn't change how hard it is to be in jin ling position. he forgave dumbledore, too. who knew his parents were going to die. who knew he'd probably die along with them, who enabled and desired his own death despite —

he doesn't like to, doesn't want to think about it. a sad smile and he leans in, knocking his forehead against jin ling's neck. )

Nothing.

( you can't trust someone like that. and yet —

he huffs, nosing in closer to him. )

You're right. I really hate all that we have in common.

See? I told you so.

[ He huffs a little but he leans back, feeling weirdly empty. Not a bad empty, but like he’d just drained himself and now was left floating.

He sighed, reaching out to grab one of Harry’s hands and lace their fingers together. ]

There’s got to be some good things in common, too, you know. It can’t just be death all the way down.

( squeezing his hand, harry changes how he's resting on him — instead just letting his head tuck onto the height of his shoulder, nearly snuggled against his side. eventually he's going to go grab their junk food and make jin ling try it all out. just. give him a minute. )

Well, there's Hedwig and Fairy.

( gun to his fucking head he could not tell you a single good memory he's got )

That's all I can think of.

Maybe ... have you ever had a werewolf for a teacher?

[ He gives a huff that isn’t quite a laugh. Yeah. They are a bit pathetic, huh. ]

I don’t even know what a werewolf is. And I haven’t gone to Gusu for the lectures so I- my teachers were mostly tutors, that sort of thing.

[ A pause. ]

... we both fly, I guess. Though you really should get a sword.

Man by day, wolf under the full moon. ( matter of factly. he turns his face up towards him, still smushed on his shoulder. ) What's Gusu?

I've only used a sword once, and it wasn't my finest. ( he nudges his side, slightly. ) That's a thought. Maybe we've fought similar creatures, before? You mentioned fairies once.

That-- I mean people here turn to wolves and stuff under the moons all the time. It never happened back home that I know of, though.

Lan Gusu is a sect. And a place. Like Lanling Jin, where I'm from. They have some really famous lectures there, so juniors from other clans often go there to study.

[ He can't help a fond little thought at the idea of Harry Potter being so strong with magic and not being able to use a sword. ]

I could teach you, if you want. Sword fighting. You should at least know how to handle one.

[ He let out a breath, leaning his head to rest on top of Harry's, a slight tinkle sounding as a golden beaded thread bounced gently against Harry's forehead. ]

Maybe? A lot of what we fight are ghosts, demons, that sort of thing. We hunt monsters sometimes. The Fairy was a rock that cultivated itself into a monster, so she was basically stone. Snatched people's souls.

It's a bit different. Werewolves don't have any control, and usually end up hurting or killing people.

Oh, it's like your Hogwarts.

( boarding school, to learn about magics and such. similar enough in its existence, in all things except that jin ling has never been there.

he brushes a small, barely there smile against jin ling. )

Sure. I mean — I used to play knights as a kid. I think using a sword would be pretty cool. Maybe I can be like your Gusu Lan, then — though, based on all the differences we have, it might not be of much use to you.

( but it is an excuse to see him more, so harry will take what he can get. tilting his head, he presses a soft kiss on the bend of jin ling's jaw. )

The ghosts at home aren't a threat, really. Same with fairies. ( but — ) You said a rock came to life? We have something kind of like that, called the Whomping Willow tree.

But you said it was your teacher. Did it try to kill you?

From what you’ve said about it, sort of, I guess. I don’t really know, I was never allowed to go. You’d have to ask Sizhui, he’s from there.

[ He felt that heat rise to his cheeks again.]

I’d like to learn your kind of magic some time, if I could. Like that spiritual deer you made. I bet that would impress Hanguang-Jun.

Ghosts- most of them are fine. You just need to figure out what it is that’s keeping them there, help them move on. But will enough resentful energy they can start hurting or killing people, and then we have to do other things.

Oh- you had a tree cultivate into a monster? Yeah, that happens sometimes. I haven’t seen it myself, but technically anything could cultivate into a monster if it really wanted to.

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