"I know what you meant," Harry said softly, wishing he had never needed to see his son worry about him - rather than the other way around. "I'm...too busy to worry, to be honest."
"He's just a man this time around, James. Powerful, yes, but a teenager. One who he doesn't have his horcruxes to fall back on. If I could kill him when I was seventeen, I can surely do it again at 44."
"Besides, the Ministry has assured me that all Aurors will be given the right to use the killing curse on sight with him. Without his horcruxes anyone can kill him." Until he made some. But that was a later worry.
Do you think he'll go after you? Had there ever been a time when he hadn't?
"Right now he doesn't know what is going on, it will take him time to figure out. This Voldemort has never heard the prophesy, he doesn't know who I am yet. I'm more worried about you than me. Nothing would hurt me so badly as anything happening to either of you."
"You will increase the wards on the house, right?" he demanded. "And on the flat while you still live there? You can move home too, I'm planning on writing your brother and offering him to do that too. Lily are automatically coming the moment the floo-connection to Hogwarts is set up and-" He paused for a moment.
"I'm going to ask your mother to come home too. Even if we aren't together, I want to know that she is safe."