"The first time was after the battle. Then Fred's funeral. Tonks' funeral. Remus' funeral. Colin's funeral. So many funerals. I never stopped," he said, with a shrug. "I liked it from the start; I liked the flavour of it. So many people dead and this burnt just enough to prove that I was still alive, and i still had a job to do because there were Death Eaters out there."
He chuckled. "It might take a while. We need to find that key first and then the clues and then the secret vault. You're all ready, might be a few decades." Harry scratched his head. "There are a few places that we need to go. Maybe Monday, use the weekend as a break. And I suppose that there might be things we can sell, but we'd need documents and bank accounts. I'll think about it tomorrow, yeah?"
Harry took a deep breath. "We can't change fate. No matter how much I've tried, fate has a way to make things happen." He snorted. "I don't know about the universe, but my older self doesn't think so." He took the folded letter from his jeans pocket. "At least I found clothes. They aren't much, but I'll send the house-elves to collect all of them. it looks like some of the clothes might have been Ginny's or my daughters, some were my son's, and that's weirder than my father being here." He handed the letter to Draco while he went back to the firewhiskey.