"Do not underestimate him, James," Harry said firmly, not liking what he was hearing. "There is a reason why people are still afraid of him, why people are still afraid to speak his name. I know he is only a man, I killed him once, but that does not mean that he is not the greatest threat that we've faced.
"Voldemort is different than werewolves," he said. "In the case of werewolves you'll get people killing first and then checking if they had the right werewolf. And the day they hit one who has done nothing? Someone like the Dale you're moving in with? Nothing would happen to the person killing him, nothing."
"No the killing curse against large groups of people can never be right. People deserve trials, to have the right to defend themselves against accusation. Voldemort can never defend himself, we all know how many he killed. Even as a teenager he had killed several people. If I thought Azkaban would hold him it would be my first choice, but that choice is an impossibility as far as he is concerned."
"With that said," he said looking carefully at his son. "I do not want you to even briefly think about going after him." His son was smarter than him sometimes, but on other occasions he was too much like him. "That includes work. I don't care if you're the only person in the office and an alarm comes in - you will not go near him. Ever."
He relaxed a bit. "I'd offer my help with a paintbrush but I'm a tad busy at the moment. Ask your uncles, I'm sure they'll love to help."