"I know, I was there," Harry said. "And then I kept fighting, because no one else was there. So yeah, we became those things, but it was never for the public or the press. They didn't own us, which is why I refuse to deal with them. I can speak without going to the press." He shrugged. "Money was never an issue either. I already told Regulus that I'll return the Black money to them and they can split it. I suppose Dad's money can go back to him." He was never interested about the money or the fame. "James, you seem to think that I don't understand what you're saying, but what I'm saying is that doing the right thing, fighting to better our society doesn't mean that the press gets to own me. Why do you think that I don't want anything going public? I don't want anyone reaching out to the outside world? We keep our heads down, do what's right and we let the rest of the world deal with their own press."
He raised his eyebrows. "You just told me what a shitty father I was for not dealing with the press and inadvertently handing you the job and now you want me to give you the job on purpose? You can understand why that really doesn't make me want to do it, right? And besides it sounds like you have a lot of names for the same things. She's crafting messages that go out. How many people do we need to write a letter to the Confederation? And we won't be answering the foreign press, not until we have a position in the world stage, which could take months. They can bombard us and we can use it as scrap paper," he said with a shrug. He cared about the Confederation and if the message didn't do the trick, he could always deliver a few truths in person.
"I get it, Jamie. I didn't grow up with my dad, but he showed up just the same. The difference is that you had your father and things were terrible from the sound of it. I had nothing. I honestly don't know which is worse, probably your situation to be honest." Harry didn't shy away from the hard facts. "I get to know my father now, but you'll never be able to forget what you went through nor should you. And maybe that's my problem, because I can't fix this. I can't fix something that's already happened. I'd love to be like Draco, how looks at Scorpius and it's all hugs and kisses." Okay, he didn't want the hugs and kisses, maybe the occasional hug. "Dad doesn't have to deal with any of that. He gave his life for me. Can't beat that, can you? I have to accept that I was a terrible father. So you don't have to sugarcoat it, but you can't hold me to standards he created either."