"To surviving one more," he answered, because that was the theme of the day. He had escaped death again, this time thanks to Hogwarts.
He knew he could. He should have Hermione here to make all of these decisions. She should be the one making lists and giving out schedules and he should be going out there. "Yeah, I guess I can. I'm used to Hermione doing it and she's not here."
Harry smiled. "Two sons: James Sirius and Albus Severus. The girl is Lily Luna. I must have been drunk when I named them. It's the only explanation." He nodded. "Apparently." He took the letter back, folded it carefully and put it back in his pocket. He'll have to find better storage to preserve it. He had learned how important written accounts could be. "It's not even the kids. I watched all of them die and now he- me- I'm expected to do it all over again."