Chapter 2: A father son talk

"Looks like I'm going to be the head line news of the prophet tomorrow" He whispered to his parents, as they exited the great hall."Yeah, well, that's what happens when you kill a dark Lord, you should give it a try" his dad said in a mock tone.

"neeeh, wanna go out? I feel like everybody is staring at me…"

"Yeah, sure why not? Quidditch?"

"Don't have a broom"

"WHAT? You are not MY son, Evans, his all yours"

"HEY! I Had a broom, the best one there is… but it was destroyed… Sirius gave it to me actually"

"Wow, ok, sorry Evans, but his my son. Well, looks like Sirius as a godfather wasn't such a bad choice, after all"

"Oh, yes he was, he was locked up in Azkaban for 12 years so… I grew up with the Dursleys, Hurray for me!"

"I KNOW! You Poor thing!"

"Yeeah, well… HEY! There isn't any way to replace you being non-dead, with them being dead?"

"I don't think so son, even though, I wouldn't hesitate to ask … "

"Me, neither…"

"Evans, you're VERY quite over there…"

"Just… saving the moment"

"You know what mum? That's just WEIRD"

"Don't make fun of your mom Harry, even though it is VERY weird"

"Guys, come on, I never thought I would see the two of you having a conversation, ok?"

"Imagine my surprise!"

"Come on Harry! Stop playing that porn infant card, you're SUCH a drama queen"

"Am not"

"Are too"

"Am not"

"Are Too"

"Am not"

"Are too"

"MUM! Don't agree with him"

"Why not? It's true!"

"Fine! Whatever, I'm going in to find Ginny, then Dumbledore; you two just… do whatever"

"Oooooooo, you're going to find Ginny"

"Shut up dad!"