"Yeah, he's my age. He was born only a month before me. He's... okay now. He was horrible growing up, but he changed. We saw each other once in a while, but I never spoken to Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon after I left." He had refused to see him in the hospital too. "He had a heart attack last here but didn't die."
Harry covered James' hand with his. "Maybe, I'll worry about it when I speak to them, but- I'm sorry I've been avoided you. I know it's hard for you, especially without Mum, but I'd really like to know you and her through you. I've had so little of you and I'm not going to miss this chance. I know it won't be the same, and maybe it's a little masochist to see what I missed, but I know that your love, that Mum's love kept me alive against the killing curse. I can't even imagine how much you two must have loved me and I- I want to love you and not an image that Hagrid gave me. Does that sound stupid?"
Letting go of his father, there was a sort of whiplash with all the topics. "If you don't stop being angry, it'll will eat you up. I know it's hard, but you have to try for yourself." He smiled. "Yeah? It's not really a secret. It's... new. I have no idea where it'll go. We're just taking it slow for now, talking and spending our evenings together. We spent years fighting each other, but also knowing everything about each other. We're trying to use what we know for a different type of relationship."