ALBUS: And I’ll try and be a better son. I know I’m not James, Dad, I’ll never be like you two — HARRY: James is nothing like me. ALBUS: Isn’t he? HARRY: Everything comes easy for James. My childhood was a constant struggle. ALBUS: So was mine. So you’re saying — am I — like you? HARRY smiles at ALBUS. HARRY: Actually you’re more like your mum — bold, fierce, funny — which I like — which I think makes you a pretty great son.
