Harry hated seeing himself in the paper, but already last night he was heard on the WWN and seen in the pictures of the evening prophet. Today was no different. For once his picture self stayed in the frames, and he answered the questions asked without looking as if he'd rather be anywhere else than there. He'd explained just how it had been important to keep Lily's name out of the press and stressed that the Aurors office was doing everything in their power to find her and bring her back.
Today he was once more buried in work, but when his mother came, he put the papers away and gestured at the chair in front of the desk. "Of course I do. Come in," he said. "How could you guess I'd have no time to get food today?"