Harry sighed, removing his glasses to rub the grime off them with the edge of his robes. Putting them back on, he looked on at his son proudly. That he would speak so plainly and confidently was a sign that he had learnt a lot in his time as the head prefect of Gryffindor. "Sometimes, Albus, the best action is inaction. Lily will come round. We will be all returning to a peaceful reunion come Christmas, I promise"