[In a nutshell: The Real and Fake Malfoys]
*Set in the magical world, with original spells and plot elements. Noncommercial fanfiction. The characters belong to their original creator. The story focuses mostly on dialogue and is written in a rather loose style.
*I'm not a canon stickler. I borrowed the setting to write the characters and plot I like, so there may be out-of-character moments and plot holes. This is my second attempt after getting back into this kind of story. I haven't written this genre in seven or eight years, so it's pretty bad. Read selectively, and please don't yell at me 😌🤲
Summary: When dreams become a prison, and forgetting becomes an act of mercy.
After the war, Harry Potter became an Auror, but he could never leave those ruins behind. Only in the dead of night did his dreams of school and of his rival give him a moment to breathe.
Until one day, Harry woke up and fell into a world without Voldemort. There, he had a loving family, a childhood friend, and all the peace he'd ever longed for. But something always seemed wrong.
"Do you remember me?"
What is true love, after all? Merlin, the Celtic gods, anyone at all, please let him live, even if the price is forgetting. But whose name is Dusk, and whose home is Forgetting?
How long would you be willing to sleep for someone?
"Please let me confide my sincere and sorrowful love to you. My darling Persephone."
