"Savannah...Monroe?" Jamie asked, although, really, how many girls named Savannah could there be in the magical world? "She'll know our birthdays already." Most of the wizarding world knew their birthdays, of course. The mountain of correspondence they got each year just for being Harry Potter's kids was insane. But, Savannah would know. And, it was Al's birthday. They were supposed to celebrate that night.
Instead they were...not dead.
That was something, he supposed.
At least Al would have Scorpius around. That was good. As he watched Teddy walk off, James bit back a sigh. At least one of them would have someone to talk to...unless Scorpius came from 2020 or something.
"Right. So, rooms, jobs. Don't bait the werewolf. Bait Mr. Malfoy. Harry Potter is still stuck in politics. Are you going to mind if we call you 'Harry'?" he asked. "It's just...you're our age and Dad's...Dad."