In all the stories about all the afterlifes in all the mythologies in all the histories in all the entire world ...
Well I didn't expect to be thrust into the middle of another war with this weird muggle device that I absolutely don't know how to use, bugger all, and I really, really didn't expect to learn that my one year old son is, in fact, older than I am.
The good news is, I didn't die (not that I thought I was going to, mind you, just figured the dramatization of afterlifes was a damn good ice breaker).
The better news is, I'm told my beautiful, smart, amazing wife is already here (how she is when we just had a terrifying shouting match and I sent her upstairs, damn my bravado, I don't know).
The best news is, so is my son. Even if I apparently missed his entire childhood, Hogwarts years, and adulthood. Fuck all.
All of that to say hello, Atlantis, I'm James Potter. Who wants to get a drink?