"It's not the age differences that bother me." Hugo reached for another piece of toast. "It's meeting the people who've been long gone for years. The people who should be dead. That's the only thing that's wonky to me," Hugo admitted.
He had written to Godric Gryffindor. Uncle Fred was alive. Who knew how many other family members and historical figures would stroll into their lives. Thinking about it made a horrible thought pop into his head.
"And what if our children show up? Now that would be bloody terrific. I don't need any little buggers running around calling me their dad." Hugo pulled a face that showed just how much he liked the idea of having children.