Jamie snorted, letting his arm settle around the younger man again. "Anyone who thought I was all powerful was an idiot." It would be nice to be able to just accept that his brother's best friend was right and that he wasn't to blame, didn't have to fix anything. But, no one was doing anything except naysay those who were actually trying to suggest solutions because, once again, nothing mattered except Harry Potter. Instead, he was reminded of a movie Cousin Dudley had showed them once when Dad took them with him to visit. "Do, or do not. There is no try," he quoted absently.
"I didn't either. But, the castle seemed to think I'd want it...or, well, an poor imitation, I suppose, since the Room can't provide real food." He frowned as a thought struck him. "Maybe that, too, was all about Dad. He wouldn't have turned the bottle down."
Laughing ruefully, he shook his head. "It's never been my job. But, someone has to and no one seems to be very interested in doing much except talk a lot about whose fault it is and how do they get Harry Potter back because we couldn't possibly survive without him. What if Dad had never been brought back? What would they have done, then? Wait around until the castle got around to it? Hoped Grandma Lily came through while pregnant and then waited seventeen years for him to be an adult?" Another sigh, heavy and tired, then he nodded. "Shower. Right. Then...hot tub?" he asked, bemused. "Really?"