"Harry's our only son." James smiled. "He's a good kid. After we died, he went to live with your sister. He had a hard life, he fought Voldemort and eventually was the one to end the war." Poor Harry. All he'd been through, it was mad. "He's got your eyes," James said.
"We have two grandkids. There are more, but only two that have shown up here. One's named Lily," James smirked, "She's... a lot like you." Strong and stubborn and good to talk to. "The other's Jamie. James. He's the dramatic one."