albus stared blankly for a moment, recalling all his memories and the history he shared with the two. he swallowed hard before attempting to answer. “that’s…” he shook his head, feeling the tears started to form at the back of his eyes. “that’s not fair.” he paused, biting down on his bottom lip. “it’s not just me that it affects..” he shook his head again, trying to wake himself up, convincing himself it was all some kind of nightmare. “if my dad got his memories back then it would make my mum, my sister, my brother happy.” he inhaled deeply. “but if scorpious didn’t get his memories back it would be like the other half of me was missing.” the boy rubbed the bridge of his nose as he nodded his head. “can i choose the option of that i lose my memories? because either choice is going to hurt.”