"Yeah," Harry said, low. "I just thought you should hear it from me, but believe me, I'd just as soon forget. It's been... I didn't handle it well, at all." He looked up at her, gauging. "I couldn't think of anything to say to the kids. Anyone, but them especially... Jamie and I seem to understand each other, but Lily and Albus... and Po, too," he added, guiltily. "I just went postal." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. The steam from his mug helped to leave an even messier result than usual. "So, you died last week and I'm a terrible father and grandfather," he summed up dryly. "That's the bad news."