Harry leaned back against the counter as he waited for the kettle to whistle and announce that the water had come to a boil. He considered her silently, still cautious but beginning to warm up to the idea that she was a real person and didn't seem all that bad.
"Stories are often much more fascinating than facts," He commented with a shrug, looking down at his worn out trainers. "It was sort of odd, going into Hogwarts. It seemed everyone knew more about my history than I did. I grew up an unwanted orphan, not some...I dunno, revered war hero. The fact that people in the Wizarding World have regarded me in such a way, putting me up on a pedastol...I've never been comfortable with it."
Harry realised that he'd rambled and quickly shut up. It wasn't like him to talk so much, especially to someone he barely knew and hardly trusted. But perhaps it was his way to pleading with her, wanting her to see him as a normal bloke and not some perfect angel to be idolised.
He stared at his trainers for a few moments, jumping and nearly whipping out his wand as the kettle behind him began whistling. He rolled his eyes at his own skittishness(but also his lack of awareness, even for that brief moment), turning and pulling down two tea cups. One was his favourite, the one he'd used ever since his very first visit to the Burrow. He fixed up both cups of tea, bringing them over to the table along with cream and sugar.
"Mrs. Weas- I mean Molly, has a big heart. Took me in from day one, I expect my last name would be Weasley by now if my hair was ginger," He explained after spooning a healthy dose of sugar into his tea cup, grinning a bit. His gaze went glassy as he thought of the family in general, his thoughts resting on the one member of the family who would never walk through the house again. The one member he couldn't save. Fred. His eyes began to sting and he blinked hard, averting his gaze as he cleared his throat, occupying himself by bringing the cup to his lips.