Chaos reigned in the Potter household. Toys were thrown around haphazardly, Jamie stole Lily's favorite doll and was currently taunting her, Albus was writing an important letter on the floor (because desks stifled his creativity, he said), pages and pages of crumpled attempts rested at Harry's feet.

Harry was trying to read the Daily Prophet, regretting that he did not have his wife's lungs to tell the kids to be more orderly and kinder. They were the apple of his eye and sometimes he admitted that he spoiled them rotten.

Still, he tried.

"Jamie, give your sister her doll back," he said while rubbing his temples.

"Or he'll ground you, right daddy?" Lily asked and Harry sighed.

"Give Mrs. Candycone back, right now!" she yelled impressively for a child of only ten years old.

"Mrs. Candycone? More like Mrs. Manticore, she looks ugly as fuck," James said looking at the doll.

"James, language," Harry lectured him.

"Now she's a flying Manticore!" James said jovially while putting the doll in the air, above Lily's head and out of her reach.

Lily was turning a puce color, which worried Harry because it reminded him of uncle Vernon.

"Didn't know you like playing with dolls at your age, Jamie," Albus said.

Lily started to laugh and Harry hid a smile.

"Oh yeah, let's see what you're doing, nerd," James said sauntering to Albus's side.

"James, apologize to your brother," Harry said.

"For what?"

"For calling him a nerd," Harry answered firmly.

"There's no need to bother, dad. I take pride in being a nerd," Albus answered, aware that he studied almost as much as Rose or Scorpius, and strangely enough, he liked it.

Jamie threw him a mischievous smile, his eyes resting on the letters again.

The younger boy tried rapidly to hide his letters, holding onto them for dear life, however, one of the crumpled ones slipped.

Jamie's gleeful eyes were scanning the page while Albus was turning red from embarrassment. He tried to get his letter back but to no avail. James started to read his brother's intimate letter.

"Dear Delphi,

Your eyes are akin to black onyx, your curly, ebony hair puts a princess's mane to shame. So glossy, like a sparkling river at midnight, where the twinkling stars and the shining moon come to pay homage to the one in tune, with nature. You, like a joyful sea nymph, beautiful red lotuses in your hair and golden fish swimming around you, and I like a sea god, choosing you out of many beautiful maidens. Be the Amphitrite to my Poseidon."

For a moment there was silence and then...Jamie started laughing.

"It's so cute!" Lily exclaimed, "You two are made for each other."

Harry did not know how to feel. He knew Delphi since she was a little kid, having visited the Malfoys to make sure they did not poison her against muggles or muggleborns like they did Draco. She was a good kid, despite being Voldemort's daughter but she was also almost five years older than Albus.

'It was still cute,' Harry thought.

"Didn't know you were such a womanizer, little brother," Jamie said while ruffling Albus's hair "It sounds good, why did you crumple it?"

Albus sighed and explained "Poseidon cheated on Amphitrite a lot of times. It was a bad comparison, I plan to be loyal."

Harry looked at his little boy, showing more determination not to cheat on a crush who did not even know about his feelings than married men had concerning their wives.

"...You do know she's five years older, right Al?" Jamie asked while smiling.

"Four and a half!" Al huffed then said as if talking to a simpleton "Love has no age, Jamie."

Harry suddenly reminded himself that he had to go to his job at the Auror Department in half an hour. Good thing that he called Teddy to babysit.

Suddenly a beautiful snowy owl flew right at their dinner table, making Harry feel nostalgic. It carried a letter, from Teddy.

"Dear uncle Harry,

I know that you told me not to try out the fastest broom model there was without equipment or someone to supervise, but I just couldn't resist! The good news is I managed to make the Wronski Feint, the bad news is, I broke my left wrist and grandma isn't letting me babysit. Don't worry I called a trustworthy replacement."

Harry didn't know whether to hug Teddy for being relatively okay or to go right now to Andromeda's place to lecture him. Trustworthy replacement?

Someone rang the bell. Harry went to see who it was while Jamie snatched the letter to read it for himself and saying "No way! He's lying! He couldn't have managed the Wronski Feint before me!"

Harry opened the door, it was Delphi.

"Hello, Mr. Potter. I'm here to babysit!" she said while smiling.