Date: 2016-05-28 01:14 am (UTC)
fucking_gentleman: (Determined)
His oldest friend was a man called Merlin.

Undoubtedly there were stranger names out there, even if he did think it was a bit weird. Still, the man's name was hardly his fault, unless he had changed it to Merlin, but Harry couldn't see himself befriending the sort of person who legally changed their name to Merlin.

"Merlin was not a name, but a title in Arthurian myth. The Merlin." One of those random snippets he seemed to know. "I remember things that didn't happen. I was convinced I was visited by several people while in here. One of them was the president of the United States." Which really had not happened, if only because the man had exploded two months ago.

"I don't need the official story. I need to know if my memory is misleading me or not. And yes, I was fairly sure you weren't my son. You didn't react like a son finding his father."
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