Oh, him. [It's taken Lily a short while to accept that whatever copy they were left with of Potter was just that, a copy, and the real person was blissfully back. It made dealing with the drone's presence more bearable.]
You've talked to that boy who comes around every once in a while? Harry? [She asks tentatively, settling on the lower bunk of the bed] James's son?
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You've talked to that boy who comes around every once in a while? Harry? [She asks tentatively, settling on the lower bunk of the bed] James's son?