He’s almost asleep again when he hears a soft, rough whisper. ‘Harry. Why did you do that for me?’ Harry rolls onto his side. ‘Because I gave my word I’d take care of you.’ He snickers, because for some reason it’s funny. ‘Even if you are an absolute plague.’ The boy snorts, and then there’s silence. Harry thinks it’s the end of the discussion. But then, quietly, the boy says, ‘I’m still going to kill you one of these days.’ ‘Well, until that day comes, sleep well, Lord Death,’ Harry whispers.
He got murder on his mind
