Harry chuckled. "Old? Only in his mind. We have two thirds of our life still ahead of us and we'll make sure to beat him on Saturday," he said with a grin.
"Fine, of course," Harry answered. "He's our son's best friend, of course he's fine when asked. The way he was hurrying out of the room after though. He was anything but fine." He kissed the top of her head. "Maybe you should talk to him? See if you have any better luck than I've had."
He smiled. "You can, I'm barely here," he said. "You're important too. I left you behind during the last war, I don't want to make that mistake again." He smirked. "Please smack some sense into me every now and then," he joked.
He thought about the question before answering, remembering the way Lily had been. "She was upset, naturally. Crying. Not as quiet as she has been since then, but then maybe that's understandable. She's been through a horrible ordeal. I shiver at the thought of how close it was."