This change hadn’t come when everything started with Conor’s mum.
No, it had come later, when Conor started having the nightmare, the real nightmare, not the stupid tree,
the nightmare with the screaming and the falling, the nightmare he would never tell another living soul about.
When Conor started having that nightmare, that’s when Harry noticed him, like a secret mark had been placed on him that only Harry could see.
A mark that drew Harry to him like iron to a magnet.
On the first day of the new school year, Harry had tripped Conor coming into the school grounds, sending him tumbling to the pavement.
And so it had begun. And so it had continued. Conor kept his back turned as Anton and Sully laughed.
He ran his tongue along the inside of his lip to see how bad the bite was. Not terrible.
He’d live, if he could make it to Form without anything further happening. But then something further happened.
“Leave him alone!” Conor heard, wincing at the sound. He turned and saw Lily Andrews pushing her furious face into Harry’s,
which only made Anton and Sully laugh even harder. “Your poodle’s here to save you,” Anton said.
“I’m just making it a fair fight,” Lily huffed, her wiry curls bouncing around all poodle-like, no matter how tightly she’d tied them back.
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