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The chamber is something approaching clean when they collapse into chairs in the kitchens. The house elves tuck them next to the fire and slide several pastries and a pitcher of pumpkin juice in front of them.
Harry is not a fan of being twelve. He's short and weak and everything is harder than it should be. On the other hand, none of his joints creek when he moves, which is an upside.
"So," Draco says, pressing his glass against his forehead. "Are you going to do anything to regain what you've lost or are you going to prove me right?"
"What," Harry says flatly, too tired to try and untangle whatever bullshit Draco is talking about.
He sighs. "I've set several things into motion myself. I am not putting up with Voldemort coming back again, once was enough thank you very much. Plus some other, less pressing matters."
"We're not staying," he protests. "We have to go home. You can't seriously want to relive being a teenager again."
"Want to? No. But I am willing to. Unlike you it seems, because I was right, and you don't actually care about - well, anything, apparently."
"Don't make me hit you," he threatens, but it comes out weaker than he'd like because his muscles all feel like jelly.
Draco frowns and actually appears agitated, more so than Harry's ever seen him outside of Voldemort's thumb. "What's wrong with you? I don't get you, Potter. Sirius Black is alive here, you know. And Remus Lupin. And Fred Weasley. You can stick around and help me make sure they live and don't suffer like they suffered before and do the same for a lot of other people too, I guess. Or you could return to the future."
"That's not how things work, Draco," he says, trying to be gentle even though he's pissed. "We can't just - rewrite history, not even for the better. We don't know that it will be better. We might just make everything worse."
"There was a war," Draco says tiredly. "How much worse can we possibly make it?"
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