"Jamie will just need to deal with you," he said, laughing. He finally let him go and let Albus in, before closing the door. "I met my Dad too. He's very different. Grandfather is worse though. I can deal with Dad."
He snorted. "Unfortunately, it's not a dream, but look at it this way. Everyone is dead and we're the lucky ones. We get a second chance at life, because in a few months, or years, we'd be dead, having done very little, because we died too young. Instead now we get to live our lives."
He took Albus' hand and took his to his sofa so they could sit. "Your dad is pretty all right. I think you might like him actually." Scorpius frowned, because he'd done it often enough to know that Mr. Potter was not the most thoughtful. "Did he mention my father at all?"