"Sometimes, I wonder how you weren’t a Gryffindor." Dion sighed, rubbing his forehead stressfully. Amelia had to crack a soft smile at the extremely affronted look that crossed Harry’s face. Like that was the most offensive thing he had ever heard his father say. Because she could see it in the way they acted and looked at each other, Dion was his father, regardless of the blood and magical line.