Harry nodded at that, following Malfoy's eyes to Teddy, his (now) brown hair disappearing in and out of the berry bushes. Teddy was thrilled to start school, sharing his excitement with anybody who would listen to him. Harry felt guilty knowing he had considered delaying him a year.<br/>"Yeah," he agreed distantly. "He is."<br/>Harry parted his lips to continue, mentally forming a question he didn’t know if he should even ask. It made him glance at Malfoy, eternally attempting to gauge the familiarity of their relation. Eventually reconsidering, Harry looked down at his hands, distractedly picking at his finger.<br/>If asked about the lasting effects the War had had on him, Harry would say he had lost any proper concept of time. The last decade had escaped him like sand running through his fingers, struggling to differentiate between his memories or even gaining a firm grasp on the present. Even with Teddy serving as a firm point of reference, Harry had no idea how 5 years had already passed; Harry suspected it was because he hadn't expected to live this long, unable to process how days kept on coming.<br/>Part of him had wanted to ask if Malfoy ever felt the same.<br/>Harry knew it wasn't like that for Ron and Hermione; in fact, he knew both of them would argue they remembered too much. Harry didn't disagree with that, in part grateful for the blanks in his memory. He would just like time to slow down long enough for him to catch up.<br/>That felt easier to say.<br/>"Sometimes I feel like I can’t keep up," he eventually said, still directing it to his thumb. He didn’t sound burdened; rather, his voice was quietly matter-of-factly, not expecting an answer. "With time. It's weird."