"A father?" His attention had been drawn again and he stared at Harry for a long moment, with a blank look, before speaking up again. "Do you think of me differently now? Knowing I've done these things?" Killed someone. Bit someone. "Are you scared of me? Do you think I should go to Azkaban for it?" The last one was whispered more quietly, but he wasn't able to look away or close his eyes. He was intent on staring up onto the green eyes above him, so much like Lily's.
Harry needed to be careful about how he answered that question. Very careful.