"I know that. I couldn't make the same choices if I wanted to because we have a new life, but some things haven't changed. We're still here, on the aftermath of a tragedy and we must find a way to go forward. That hasn't changed." The conviction was so clear that it had erased any of the alcoholic haze.
"We still have to run a school, create a government, deal with laws. We can't have people trying to go back in time," he said, moving his arm up and behind as if making that historical jump. "My own father thinks we don't need money, but how to we create a society without funds, how do we create a society without international ties? Which one of us do you think has an impact internationally?"
He got up and started to pace. "I know he didn't leave it to me. He couldn't have known it would be me, and yet, it was me. I wasn't meant to survive the killing curse, but I did. Dumbledore told me that the only way to kill Voldemort was to die, but I proved him wrong. It's always me, not because my older self said it, or because I want, but because it seems to be fate. Or maybe because I'm just too bloody stubborn to die, but in the end, it'll have to be me."