"This isn’t funny," Harry said coldly, "You are laughing at the destruction of our entire lives. We had homes, we had families! We lived through the worst years that wizarding Britain has ever seen, and came out the other side, only to be thrust back to the very beginning of some of the worst times we will ever know!! He had a wife!" Harry pointed blindly behind himself, "and a son! Scorpius! Eleven years old and just about to go to Hogwarts for the first time. And I had three children," his voice caught in his throat, and for the first time the grin on Snape’s face faltered, "James - my eldest. Twelve and the biggest troublemaker you’ve ever seen. Albus - the same age as Scorpius. Shy, and sweet, and good, and so  fucking terrified of going to school. And... and Lily, the youngest, and my baby girl who had me wrapped around her little finger, and she knew it. And I will  never see her again. Never. We will never see  any of them again. So don’t you sit there and fucking laugh at me," Harry spat furiously, roughly wiping away the tears that had tried to escape, "Don’t you fucking laugh,"