James nodded, although he still didn't understand. "Why would you use insults for the police? Don't they protect you? You should be grateful I'd think."
He didn't think he would want to be without his memories, but he understood. "It's only an option, and I don't even know if they'd offer it to you." He could annoy his father, and convince him that it was the right thing to do. "Keep it in mind, though. If you feel you want to remember, then let me know. I'll do what I can."
He shook his head. "No, I don't think it is the same, but when we make the Portkey we know where you'll end up. We can put a spell so when you use it, we know. So if you use it, we know where you're going." He chuckled, happy that she could be joking about this. "He was here, though, and he modified your memory. You would have left if you could have. I don't believe that you would have voluntarily stayed here with him if you had a choice. The Portkey will give you that choice."