Harry laughed. "And I fly every night to get home," he answered. "Cheeky prat," he said. "Besides, some things come with birth, belonging in the air is one of those things. At least for me." And his son. The number of times he or Ginny had taken the crying baby James up on the broom to calm him and help him sleep were quite a few.
He didn't push more, as it wasn't his business anyway. Instead he smiled. "I'm pleased. And Dylan is right, you shouldn't be blaming yourself. We can all be fooled."