Harry - Neville
Now sometimes Neville was predictable, if in a very good way. Laughing, Harry shook his head. "I think one teacher in the family is more than enough," he said. "Besides, once I quit this job I'd have had more paperwork to last me a lifetime."
"Not to mention that Remus is going to occupy the only position I'd be interested in." He smirked, before laughing again.
"I'm sure you'll manage, or rather, you'll have to," he said. "Just hope both children isn't like Jamie, he never could stand to be in his crib. Albus on the other hand lay there quite happily there as long as he had something to watch."
"I'm quite sure Hannah will let you know when you've hovered enough, just remember, she's not sick and she will know her own limits." He patted his friend on the shoulder, his eyes widening as he went on.
"Are you sure?" he asked, a smile spreading. "I would have thought you'd want your parents," he said, before shaking his head at his own stupid response. "Of course I would, Neville," he said. "I'd be proud to."