Harry smiled. "You haven't spoken to her," he said softly. "If you had, you'd know that her mind doesn't work like it should."
"And you're not insane, you have a disorder," he said, having read more about the subject. "You're not about to start killing people, I would hope," he added with a small smile.
He watched his son. "Speaking of you, you were smiling when I walked in. What news has made you more than usually happy? With everything going on it has to be something rather big."