Draco hadn't ever had anyone have feelings for him. Not unless you counted Pansy, and Draco wasn't sure he did. They were like siblings, more than anything else. He wasn't sure what to do.
"The Dark Lord says my memories will come back," Draco said. It felt like an excuse, like putting Charlie off because Draco wasn't sure it was true. He'd come back to the time he left and everything had changed. He wasn't even sure he recognized the person he was replacing. Draco stared at Charlie for a moment and then ran a hand through his hair. "Look, I -- if you want the truth, maybe you should have it," he said. "Everyone else isn't... they're not losing things, really." No one else had looked like they'd cry because of this.
"I remember... it's not that I lost my memory, it's just that everything I remember is... a different world. I'm different. Everything is. The Dark Lord never won. He lost for a while and he disappeared until just recently. I'm... He had my mother and father captive. He took my father's wand. I was supposed to let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts and kill Dumbledore or he'd kill them and me. Pansy was there, but Merlin Riddle never existed. Neither did Valentine, my brother. Pyxis Nott, Rider Macnair -- they're new. You didn't teach at Hogwarts. A half-giant who was terrible at the job and let a Hippogryff attack me in third-year did. It's... It's complicated."
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