Who We Were, Who We Are (слэш)

"The last thing I remember is packing for Hogwarts."
“Oh, well, dear," Pomfrey began. "You haven't missed much then. It could have been much worse. You've only missed a handful of months—less than a year, even. In fact—“
“When I was eleven," Draco added.
The room froze.
“You really don’t remember anything?” Harry asked. Draco shook his head and something in Harry’s eyes changed. “Well, then. I’m Harry. Harry Potter. Nice to meet you, Draco.”
The girl did a double take at Harry, but Draco didn’t know what for. His own mind was busy reeling. “Harry Potter? As in the Harry Potter?”
Harry let out a laugh at that. “I don’t think anyone’s reacted to me like that in a couple of years. It’s interesting, really. But, yes, I suppose. I am the Harry Potter.”
“And I...” Draco could barely get the words out. “I make fun of you?”
Again, Harry laughed. “Well, we didn’t exactly start things out right. But, we don’t need to go over that right now because we’re busy starting again. So. Draco Malfoy, would you like to be friends?” Draco stared into those open green eyes and he knew that even if his mind didn’t remember meeting Harry, his heart did.
“Yes. I would like that very much.”