Draco Malfoy inhales fumes of a botched Draught of Living Death potion in class, and it sends him into a life where he has a wife, his alleged enemy, and children. In those eight hours of sleep, he spent five years there. And when he wakes up, he is in agony. He needs to know if that life is a real possibility—that it can be his again—or if it was all a fume-induced dream. If it’s the latter, he’s sure he’ll never recover. He just needs the truth. Desperately.