Harry rolled his eyes, not even remotely concerned by the threat, and jabbed a thumb in Draco’s direction, "Well, despite what he just said, he’d not actually a teenaged boy at all. What’s going on, you see, is that we’re both actually thirty-five-year-old men who, due to an unfortunate workplace accident, travelled through time and destroyed everything we had built and everything we loved. So. Yeah. That’s what the hell is going on,"