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Again and again, you think: what if you could go back? Back when you were eleven? And restart? Ask his name, at Madam Malkin’s. Offer your hand then. He would’ve taken it. And then it’d be him with Greg in your compartment, instead of Vince. You laugh at the thought, tears in the corners of your eyes. Why, Vince might still be alive, then. Someone else would’ve claimed his allegiance—Blaise, most likely—and he would not have taken the Dark Mark, not have been in that room, even if you and Potter came to blows in this version of the past as well. But maybe, maybe, if you sat on that train together, he would’ve befriended you, instead of Weasley. Perhaps you could’ve charmed him enough to get him sorted in Slytherin. And then… and then…
You sigh.