Summary
Memories are fickle things, Draco knows. You can grasp on to and cherish them, the only remainder of all that one has lost. And yet they ripple, like waves in the ocean, flowing and fading with the ebbs of time. Some days he can feel himself disappearing along with them. Finally, he will be able to forget. Only then, perhaps, can he ever truly remember. Time travel 'redo' fic. DHr.