"Don't you take that tone with me, Mr. Potter or you'll have more than just your toe to worry about, hmm?" She flicked her wand and muttered a quick lumos which lit the tip of her wand providing light for the bedroom.
It occurred to her, perhaps too late, that if Harry was currently standing in front of her a full grown man (and he indeed was) that meant that 11-year-old-Harry had been sent out of the village and adult-Harry was back and probably didn't know where he was.
It then occurred to her, definitely too late, that none of what he'd said had made any sense. She'd been distracted by his attitude and hadn't properly paid attention. She would instead, of course, blame the fact that he'd woken her up and she was too tired for comprehending confusing things.
"Wait. Hold on." She said, pressing her hand to her head as if she were trying to steady her thoughts or something. "You woke up in pyjamas that were too small for you?" But how did he know where the bedroom was anyway? This house wasn't laid out the same as theirs at home. "Harry, do you--I mean, are you alright? You know that we're--" Well how the hell was she supposed to break this to him? "Harry there's some things you have to know."