"I wasn't supposed to remember everything. I was supposed to remember you," he said in a snippy tone. He shouldn't get upset at Draco. He was the victim there, but it bothered Harry. "I was supposed to do more for you. You and your mother protected me, and I'm sorry."
Harry thought that it all sound like 'I have no fucking clue either', which he could appreciate. It was just that Harry had two modes: now and immediately. Planning for a future wasn't something that he did, unless it was a case.
He kicked his shoes off and got in bed, lying on his side. He waved a hand and a throw arrived partially covering them. "As much as I appreciate your attempts at making it sound like you can do as much damage as me, we both know that I'm a little... not normal. I know you're not Ginny, but the problem wasn't Ginny. I was the problem and I'm still very much me."