"You said you wanted to be the father that your grandfather wasn't. You wanted to be at everything, and to clap, and not just watch. We used to go for walks on the grounds, and we flew all the time. I crashed my first broom with you. You were about to apparate us back to the house, but then we sat, and you patched up the scratches, not really sure how mad Mum was going to be." He had a lot of really great memories. "I loved the beach and the water. We used to go there on holiday because England weather is too rainy."
He looked over the man wondering if this was the one that he really came from. There were so many similarities other than just the physical. Maybe he was a part of all of them. "You always liked really high places. They were like freedom. You hated small spaces and were always near a window somewhere, like there was air out there. You hate feeling like you are alone, but part o you always feels it. You trust some but once that trust is broken, it's nearly impossible to get back." He looked up again, wondering how close he was to the father he had known.