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Draco rolled his eyes, shifting Harry’s books off the bed and onto the floor where they landed in a heap. Then he shifted Harry’s legs from where they had been dangling off the bed to a more restful position. Harry murmured his thanks.

“Stay awake a bit longer, Harry,” Draco said as he pulled out a roll of parchment, ink, quill, wax, and the stamp with the Malfoy crest carved on it.

Harry half rolled himself onto his side so he could peer at what Draco was writing. “Who are you writing to?”

“I don’t know exactly, Harry. You’ll have to tell me.”

“What?”

“I’m paying your price, Harry. You have to select a next of kin for me to send it to though.”

Harry blushed red at the word “price” and buried his head in a pillow.

Draco pulled it out from under him. “You must know who is closest to you in family status, Harry.”

Harry was silent for a moment. Then he mumbled something into the sheets so all that Draco heard was: “-mus.”

“What?”

“Remus. Remus Lupin.”

“The werewolf?” Draco asked incredulously.

Harry nodded. Family-wise, Remus was his closest wizarding kin. He doubted Draco would want to send anything to the Dursleys, much less money from the Malfoy family vault.

Draco was still staring at him. “How exactly does that work?”

“He and my father were friends in school,” Harry replied, fighting off a yawn. And now that his godfather was gone, he was the last link Harry had to his real parents.

Draco nodded thoughtfully. “I think that qualifies then.”

“Unless you’d rather send it to my muggle relatives.” Harry couldn’t resist.

Draco grimaced. “No.”

“Ok then. Remus it is.”