There was something in Percy's voice, something which he couldn't put a finger on but that kept him from speaking while he tried to clear his thoughts. Instead he nodded, trying to relax against Percy's chest as Percy laid down next to him.
'She-' he started, not sure what to say. 'She loves her pictures,' he then said. 'Pictures of me, my father, the three of us. She has them all over the house, especially since dad died.' His voice broke a bit, and he stopped, just for a moment, before finding it again. 'When the area was attacked- You remember the werewolf attack in Perth, right?' he asked. 'Anyway, she wouldn't go anywhere without them. I had to spell them all into a box and hand her Sabina too before she'd agree to leave, even with werewolves running down the street.' He smiled. 'She's rather stubborn,' he admitted, looking up at Percy. 'I didn't get it from nowhere.'
Biting his lip he wasn't sure how to go on, but he did, because there was nothing else he could do, nothing that would do any bit of good. 'She didn't know my dad was a wizard, he didn't tell her at first. I think I was four, five perhaps, and I-, I wanted a toy I think. Something silly, no doubt, so I made it fall down. Twice. That's when dad had to tell her the truth. He used to say it was one of the most terrifying things he ever had to face telling her that.' He smiled, his father had not lived without danger. Danger from his father, from his brother, from Voldemort. The one thing he'd been most afraid of though, was always losing his mum or him. He swallowed, going on quietly.
'I don't know how dad explained why he had to spend so much time away from us before then. Work perhaps? You know, he could never eat with us - he always had to eat at the manor with my grandfather. I remember once mum was so upset about us not being "like a real family" that he started eating dinner with us anyway, before going home and eating again at the manor.' He smiled. 'I think I was about eight or so, and I'd just discovered that other kids had dads that ate breakfast and dinner with them. I remember dad gaining quite a bit of weight, and mum finally giving in and letting him off the hook. It took a few months though, and no one ever managed to eat lightly when mum cooks.'
He glanced up, looking at Percy. 'You're sure you want to hear all this?' he asked, his voice still strained, close to breaking up, even as he ran his fingers along the side of Percy's face, finding the strength he needed there.