The Thread Measurer's Apprentice by orphan_account (T, 9k)
Tags: Angst, Friends to Lovers
Potter picked up his own glass but didn't drink. "That's the way it always happens. I have a dream. Someone dies. I see it all. They're all strangers to me. Well, most of them. There was Scorpius, after all." He gestured at Draco, who nodded, throat freshly parched at the thought of his son splattered against a tree. "But most of the time, almost all the time," Potter continued, "they're strangers. But you see—" He pressed the glass to his forehead, "—when I wake up…." There was meant to be more, but Potter chose whisky over elaboration and fell silent. Draco tilted his head back against the cushion. Potter did the same, empty glass held to his lips. The tiny house throbbed with magic, feeding off Potter, no doubt. And Draco, caught in the backwash, was no different. Wordlessly he held out his glass. Potter refilled it. "I used to try to help them all," he said. "But there were too many." It was a horrifying prospect to consider. Draco set his glass aside, still full. "How do you pick and choose?" "I don't. Anymore."
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