"No! How is any better to know one more thing I SHOULD do, but CAN'T? How does it help us? It hasn't so far! We have it RIGHT HERE and can't do a thing with it!" Harry shot back, scowling and rubbing at the shape of the scar on his brow. He hadn't meant to shout either. It just. . . happened. A lot.
He took a deep breath, shaking his head. "Look, it's just. . . it's good. That we know. I just need some air or something, all right?" It wasn't exactly a sincere apology, but it was as close as he could manage just now. "You can tell me later."