"I didn't know Regulus screamed," he said, knowing full well what Draco meant, but hey, if he couldn't fuck with his school nemesis, then who could he fuck with. "I miss work," he said as a non sequitur.
Harry took the bottle back, but sat it between then. "It was... strange. He's my father and I have so many imaginary mental pictures of them, but then he was here and he looks... he looks like me, only younger and it's hard to see him and think of a parent. The same with Sirius. It was different before. I was thirteen and he was old. He looked like a father. Now, I look at them and want to take points off if they are out at night. Even Remus looks like a baby and he's our age." He didn't know what it said about their lives if Remus who was a werewolf looked younger than they were.
"Waiting for your father?" he asked. "Would you want him here?"