"H-Harry," Draco’s adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his throat as he swallowed, "Even if we somehow managed to live exactly the same way again from here on out, despite the monumental changes we have both already made, including all the the inane day to day shit we did and have forgotten, even if we sacrificed the lives of the people who we knew would die, and deliberately repeated all the actions we now regret, even if we married our wives again - even if you married Ginny again, knowing you would get divorced - even if we did all that," Draco scoffed, his throat full of emotion, "Even if we did that and had children again - they wouldn’t be the children we had lost. Do you know precisely when your children were conceived? What day? What time?" His laugh was mirthless, "Because I only had one and I don’t. No Harry," his face crumpled into an expression of agony, "Our children are gone. And we can’t get them back,"