Harry tried to drag himself back from the elation of having so many things of his very own, magical things, and back to the current situation. It was difficult. "We-ell..." he said nervously. "I still don't really understand what I'm s'posed to do... I mean I'm in this magic place with all magic people, okay, and I... would like to... to meet my mum and dad," he added, powering through the heart-pounding hesitation that the very idea brought on. "But..." he stopped again, not sure how to put the towering uncertainty hovering over his head into words. It was all a bit much. One minute he was just Harry, then he was a wizard, then he was a hero wizard, and now he was in a totally different place altogether where things only made sense up to a certain point, and even then only if you made some big concessions to the limits of reality.