Harry felt the chocolate melt in his mouth as he sat with his elbows propped on his knees and his head held in his hands.

"You're right, you know," Harry said, without looking up. "Chocolate helps. It always helps."

He swallowed hard, the sweet sticking to his throat. He laughed, uncomfortably.

"It's just hard to be brave right now, Professor Lupin." Harry shook his head. He hadn't felt this way since…

"You know," Harry began, chewing another piece of chocolate thoughtfully. "I've had a lot of good fathers in my life. I've been lucky."

He raised his head, blinking.

"You've taught me a lot, too. I won't be completely unequipped," Harry added.

Then, Harry Potter sighed.

"Thank you," Harry said to no one in particular. He walked inside the hospital with more confidence than before. Once in the room, he kissed Ginny on the forehead and picked up his son.

"Where were you?" Ginny asked, gazing at her new born son and husband with adoration.

Harry smiled at her over James.

"Chocolate?"