He sits quietly with a patient smile as she cups his face and thumbs his cheeks. While most young men of his age would probably find this kind of attention embarrassing, Harry has never experienced it, he swallows it all up with eagerness that is half frightening how intense it is.

"No, he didn't remember dad with fondness," Harry says with a lopsided grin. "He... was instrumental in Voldemort finding out about the prophesy in the first place. But he spend the rest of his life paying for that mistake. He tried his best to keep you safe. And after you died, he kept me safe as the best he knew how. I'll admit, I never liked him, not even when I found out his best guarded secret that he wasn't a complete arse, but he never stopped loving you."

When she asks about the Dursleys, he frowns and the smile disappears for a moment as he looks away briefly. "It doesn't matter what they did. It's in the past."