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No. You can't. You never could.

[It hurts so much more than he thought it would, and he wants so desperately to hold on to the anger. He wants to snap back, volley witty insults.

Instead he focuses on the only thing that really matters to him.]

I don't.

[ Insults would have been better. Insults would have at least been promising — that the Harry he knew is here, returned or reborn from a memory that got overwritten by real life. Instead he decides to just be right. ]

There we go. You've made your choices. I chose my family. Don't be so self-centered next time.

[ And now he definitely chooses to make him miserable, too. With or without Al. ]

That's a shame.

I wasn't the one who left, Alaric. That wasn't my choice. Whatever I do now is no business of yours.

Me being self centered? I think with you I've earned it.

No it isn't.

Devastating for you, I'm sure, judging by how ecstatic you were to hear my name again. Do you want to be the center of attention, then? That I can definitely still do. Your talents are wasted. Though I suppose the youth is too impatient to read these days.

Of course I was devastated! I loved you more than life. What, I was supposed to shrug and get over it?

I don't want your attention. I'm annoyed that you're here.

Don't be ridiculous. And stop trying to needle me.

You were supposed to stop me, but there goes another choice you made, no? You came looking for my attention, love, and I'm afraid you have it now. You owe me more fun than writing little stories.

I tried to stop you! We took that holiday in Rome because you thought it sounded fun, I didn't say a word when you fucked off to that festival in Glastonbury, and I offered to go to couples counseling! What the hell else was I supposed to do, tie you to a chair?

No, I came looking to tell you to pack your shit up and go.

I already gave you everything.