"A version of you. He was here a few months ago, stayed by himself and with his wife. They weren't too inclined to talk to any of us," he said, trying to figure out if this would end up in flight and fight, but apparently neither was the right answer.
"Should I be dead?" Draco asked. "I assure you that I'm doing well and from what your counterpart said, I was alive at twenty-nine, although that's not really a certainty." He tilted his head. "Did I die in your reality? Apparently there are infinite reality, only slightly different from each other. There have been two Theo Nott here. Both have very similar stories, but one didn't seem to act like my Theo. The one that came with you is the second Sirius Black has well."