He did it, James, he thought. Here he is, twenty and laughing. Your son made it.

I cried at that. Seriously, tears.

“It’s great,” Harry said, bending over it again. “Just like a minature Malfoy. Oy, ferret-face, Dementors ate your Daddy!”

“Fuck your nostrils, toad-arse!”

Okay, that made me laugh.

So all in all, it was just perfect. Oh, and...

“There’s a Grim widdling on your cherry tree!”

That's one of the sentences I never thought I'd hear.