"You two make each other happy, just like Harry and..." I looked at my son, and wondered when I had grown to accept him as family. He scratched his forearm absently as I rubbed at my wrist, remembering the snake biting me in my dream last night. "...and you don't need to let other people's opinions or hatred for what you are destroy your relationship. So it's different, and they don't understand it. So what?"