"I love the room," Andrew said, "My old room was full of big antiques and stuff, but none of it felt like it was mine. They were just left over from some dead people. These arent' left over from anybody. They're new things. I've never ever seen a room just for me full of nothing but new things. I mean, even at Hogwarts, the beds are old and left over from somebody else.
"And your dad is right. My dad was a bad man. He was a wizard, that much is true. But he was always drunk on firewhiskey and he spent a lot of time with women that he paid to have, well, a good time with. But they were nice to me. They taught me how to read and write and gave me what little education I had.
"I got to Hogwarts by, basically, forcing my father to sign my Hogwarts papers one night while he was drunk. He was killed in a bar fight a couple weeks after that, and then I got another batch of school papers. I hitchhiked my way to London, and that's where I met your dad. He was the frist person, outside of the ladies in the pub, who was nice to me. He helped me get my stuff for school and get to the train station. Have you been to Diagon Alley yet? It's pretty cool. Maybe sometime your dad will let us just go hang there. I have wizard money in the bank there. Maybe we can go shopping or something."
"Right now, this tree house is where I want to be. I tried to make my own tree house once, but it fell apart and I fell out of the tree. Anyway, I think being up in a tree is just about the best place any kid could be--except down at a creek or a pond with a really great frog."