Jamie snorted, giving an exaggerated shudder because he knew what she was trying to do and appreciated the attempt. But, a small part of his mind thought he'd actually welcome that scenario. At least it was real. His father was always so closed off about everything. And, yeah, he knew that was where he, Jamie, got it from. Al might have looked the most like their father, but Jamie was the most actually like him and it terrified him some days, for all he wasn't sure how to stop it.
Like at that moment.
"Some do have those stories. There are family stories about school crushes and things said or done that seem horrible at the time, but are laughable as adults. I'd hear some of the guys in the dorm talk at school, or people at the dig sites would tell cute anecdotes about their families. I had...cautionary tales and lessons in defensive spells. I think the most honest he ever got was when he'd talk about Grandpa James and Grandma Lily. He wanted us to know them, as much as we could, since he never did. But, he never wanted us to know him. He'd say things like 'at least you got to meet your parents', but I feel like I know less about him than I do them and all my stories of them are third hand from what he remembers Sirius and Remus telling him. And seeing him and Mum through Uncle Ron's memories...I learned more about my parents in a week than I ever have in my entire life." More than he wanted to know, if he was honest. Any hope he had of Harry not turning into his Dad had been killed by that first journal message, the realization Harry was already there, just with twenty-four years less experience making it seem normal. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, he clasped his hands and rested his forehead against his thumbs. "I don't know what I think right now."