"I... I have no idea what the IRA is, but if you say so," he said, shrugging. "Yes, sorry, I keep forgetting. They are magical creatures, and they suck the happiness from you, and that's why the suicides."
He sighed. "It's a bit more complicated than that. The first time, Dad killed him, Dad was a baby, the hex rebounded and Voldemort vanquished. The second time, Dad was a teenager. He's hoping to kill him again, well not hoping per se, but he wants Voldemort dead. It's just... not easy. He could be anywhere."
James snorted. "Does it help that two are very gay, one of them in a serious relationship. Dylan is in a relationship too. That leave me and my brother, and Albus is never home." He smiled. "I guess you'd be stuck with me." He rolled his eyes. "You were there because of me. I would have been there no matter what. You're really way too noble."