"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" James' voice rang out once again.

Harry had been teaching his children the Patronus Charm, much to Ginny's chagrin, but on her husband's insistence, she consented. This particular charm had saved Harry's life more times than he could count, and though he hoped to Merlin his own children would never have to go through what he did to use it, he still felt it necessary for them to know the charm that he held so dear.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" It was Albus' voice this time. Then James' laughter.

"James, stop laughing!" Harry's younger son shouted at his elder brother.

Harry was bewildered by his sons' bickering. Rest assured, it was not the occurrence of the bickering that was puzzling, for that was a regular happening in the Potter house, but it was the nature of their bickering that intrigued Harry to go from the kitchen to see the commotion in the large family room.

"Boys," he reprimanded as he pushed open the door, but he stopped short as he once again saw a silvery doe trot elegantly around.

Images of his old potions master flashed through his head, the memories he had given to Harry in his last moments, and his last words struck him.

"You have your mother's eyes."

Harry looked to Albus as he too, had inherited Lily Evans' emerald eyes. His breath hitched and small tear escaped the corner of his eye in remembrance of that night, of all that Severus Snape had done.

James continued in his laughing. "Your Patronus is such a pansy it made Dad cry!" he wailed.

"James!" Harry snapped, reprimanding his eldest son. "Don't you dare insult your brother's Patronus. It's fantastic magic."

"But—but, Dad! It's a—it's a doe!" he laughed again.

"That was my mother's Patronus."

The simple sentence shut James up.

"It was also Severus Snape's." His throat nearly constricted even speaking of his son's namesake. "His Patronus saved my life many years ago, and you would do well not to mock it."

"Sorry, Al," James mumbled.

Harry excused himself from his sons as the silvery doe once again faded into mist.