Harry looked up as he heard the door, drawing a breath of relief when he saw it was his son. "Yes I'm fine. Buried under work just when I thought I'd seen the end of it, but I'll definitely live." He smiled.
"If you ever loose track of me, try looking through the stacks of parchments, I might have become trapped under their weight."
He smiled, looking James over. "Sit," he said. "So how are you feeling about this. It must seem unreal - stories of old becoming a new reality?"