"Dad's here, too?" Harry asked, his mouth going dry. His father. Merlin, he was old enough to have a heart attack, that or wonder if he was hallucinating. If he was, frankly, he didn't give a fig; he could keep on hallucinating forever. He'd have his parents with him, his friends, his wife and his children. A little voice inside him said, If only Sirius were here, but it was pushed aside for now in the joy that having Lily and James Potter here.
As her patronus loped off again, Harry followed it with his eyes, although he couldn't remove his hands from his mum's shoulders. Some part of him was terrified that if he let go, the powers that brought her here would take her back. But to see his dad as well...