He was watching their three children, ages four; swim happily in the lake, having a water fight. Tristan, Lily, and Elizabeth just loved the water. Since Harry had never learned to swim without using something like gillyweed, he had them taught (mainly by Hermione who turned out to be a great swimmer- something Harry never knew) as soon as he could. His only regret was not being able to go in with them.

“Hermione, I’m serious! Do we know a Tom?”

“Two actually. Though I doubt the second one counts unless he’s found a way to come back from the dead”