"I might not be around for very long. I probably won't get to watch you grow up. I probably won't get to take you on your first trip to Diagon Alley, to meet your friends, to go to your wedding or to meet my grandchildren. I probably won't know what house you're sorted into or if you make the quidditch team, but to be honest Harry… that's not what hurts me. What really hurts is that you're never going to know how much I love you. How proud I am of you." The man pauses a moment to run a hand through his mess of black hair. He picks the baby up and stairs right into his emerald eyes.
"So remember this Harry Potter. Your time is coming soon. You may not have brains, you may end up in Azkaban or, god forbid, be crap at quidditch, but I will love you forever."
He laughs a little and then whispers into the baby's ear, "But oh merlin, please don't be crap at quidditch."