Harry nodded. "I know he is. The one perk with growing up the way I did was that I did not know about any of this until I was eleven. I had no clue I was famous. James has dealt with reporters since he was born, it's different." He wished it wasn't, but it was. He was so careful, always so careful. "You are a mother," he said. "It's in a parent's nature to worry."
He smiled. "I know my son, and I know how much he values trust. You don't need to worry, I never intended to tell him that you told me, or that I know. He's my son, and he's like me. I know my own thoughts and we've had this conversation before. I'm just going to have to try to convince him more."
"Just Muggle clothes then," Harry said. "Do you want the pyjamas for tonight? Or do you want to wait? I know Lily wouldn't mind, if she'd even notice."
He nodded. "I'll contact the right office tomorrow and suggest something like that. We can easily arrange for paper and a pen for you to write them a letter."
He leaned back a bit, watching her for a moment before he moved on. "James said he asked you to move into his house. He asked me to speak to you - or rather persuade you. I'm more interesting in hearing what you have to say about it before I say anything at all."