"You get used to it." He had learned to use the fame for his own benefits and refused to whine about it. "It's not like there's much of a choice. We are who we are and pretending that it doesn't make a difference is stupid. Dad learned a lot of their tricks with me. It got a little better for Albus and Lily. And let's face it, I'm just fine with the press. I make a fortune with endorsements for that very reason."
Jamie snorted. "I don't know, but considering that she had Dad in custody and let him escape and Gran killed her a month later, she had other things to worry about. You never liked her, did you?" He had heard about the feud from his father, but the details had always been scarce. "And it's pretty much impossible. Even if you discount the fact that Dad saved the world twice at the old age of fifteen months and seventeen, Aunt Hermione is Minister. Uncle Bill is a famous cursebreaker who works for Gringotts. Uncle Charlie is a dragon tamer. Uncle George and Uncle Ron have the most famous joke shop. Grandpa Arthur had a department created so he could head it. Uncle Percy is in charge of the Department of Transportation. Mum was a great player and then a journalist. They have all collected Orders of Merlin like they are chocolate frog. They have their own chocolate frog cards. It sets the bar pretty high."
He liked to hear Sirius laugh, and pressed his own button. "Right, countdown. The lights will light up one by one and when from red, they turn green, you press the pedal and go as if you're driving. Pretend to be on the bike."