Harry remained silent, he knew enough to know that this wasn't part of a conversation that he was 'in' on. So he continued sitting on the couch, sipping from his glass of water that his mother had brought to him. He wasn't about to interrupt what he felt was some pivotal moment. He would have his chance to talk, to ask questions, to throw blame around. But right now it was about his parents, and something that had affected the course of their lives years ago.