Harry wasn't so sure. "I thought that, but the more I see Sirius, the less I believe that. I thought that the man who left Azkaban was different because of the jail, but he's really not. Maybe some things are inevitable." He smiled at little. "No, I think that letter is a bit more than that. It's knowing that you have to die to save the world." Master of Death, accepting that your death is inevitable, because if you chose to live, then the rest of the world would be condemned. Twice in a life time. Maybe there'd be a third time.
"Look, I disagree, but Glenda doesn't know about the journals or the people involved," he said, wanting to reach an agreement, even though he would never agree. "And I mean the Heads of State. You would know most of them. Work with her, but no going to the press, through journals or owls until we establish diplomatic relationship. Until then, you have another job."
It had occurred to him that he was the most likely to know all of them. "Find me as many clues as you can, or even one. You know my older self, Hermione and Ron. We couldn't know about us coming back, so we'd have to leave clues that others could interpret, but we'd also protect them so random people wouldn't find them. Until we do need to talk to the people out there that's your job. How's that?" Those were things that he saw and they needed. The press- Well, if Jamie wanted to deal with them, Harry wouldn't stop him. "And if you do change your mind about the press, you really don't have to deal with them."