Al almost burst out laughing again the linger Harry talked. He was... Empathising. He saw through Al's fine. He was offering to be there for them and that more than anything proved this wasnt a dream. Not even in his dreams was Harry Potter someone who listened, or empathized, or was there for his sons. He wondered when dad had turned from this person into, well, himself. Was it before or after they were born? And really, did it even matter?
"Right. Thanks. We'll get on that."
Not ten minutes ago he had been dreading a party. Now he was picking his new home in a post apocalyptic version of his old school. Maybe the 'we died on the way' theory was right after all, and they were all stuck in some sort of cosmic purgatory. Maybe the castle was weighing their sins before sending them off to the Great Beyond or some other complete bollocks. And maybe Al wasn't coping with any of this after all. He really wanted to find Sco.
He looked over at Jamie, wondering if it would be rude to tell Harry Potter to leave them alone. Funny enough, if he was their real father he wouldn't have to, he wouldn't have tried to get into Al's business in the first place.