"Infinite realities. Right." Harry wasn't sure of he should start hexing or just give up and believe all this shit. The fact that he was clenching his wand without even noticing proved what he wanted to do.
"Okay. I'm having a really bloody hard time buying all of this shit. But yeah, in 'my reality' I'm 25 and you've been dead for almost two years." He couldn't stop his voice from breaking when he said that, and he hated it. He didn't want to show any weakness to this person, who looked and sounded like Draco but wasn't his Draco. Not that he was claiming to be. Oh no, just some alternate reality bullshit that made no fucking sense and even with all of this Harry still wanted to bloody kiss his stupid face off.