"But I have my mother's eyes. I heard it on repeat when I arrived at Hogwarts," he said with a grin. "I know what kind of life Sirius had. I lived in his house. His mother's portrait was stuck to the wall and we couldn't get rid of it. Kreacher was my house elf. I have a pretty good idea."
He nodded. "The phones are smaller than a pack of cigarettes and you can take them everywhere. You don't have to connect them anywhere. They use the satellites that they used for space travel. They got even more sophisticated with time. They even have watches that works as phones now."
He shrugged. "Because he went to a crime scene, like a madman, saying that it was his fault, and Dumbledore thought that he was the Secret Keeper. That was enough, even though I agree with you." He nodded. "I've told Dad about Peter, although I also told him that he died saving me." He wiped her tears with his thumb. "I'm sorry. Please don't cry. I don't want you to cry. It's.. it's fine. I survived and I'm here. The Boy Who Live, the Chosen One, the Savior, pick a name, the bottle line is that I'm still here." He nodded. "I named one of my sons after him, Albus Severus. He never stopped caring for you."