"Whose scent? Buckbeak or your mother's? And she'd been dead for ten years at that point. The only smell in that house was mold. Maybe other unnamed things. We kept cleaning it, but it wasn't really clean. It wasn't until Kreacher decided that I was okay that he managed to clean it," Harry admitted it.
Harry sighed. "It wasn't that difficult, considering that it happened in less than a year for you. I don't think you always saw things the way they were. Pettigrew was... I don't know. He was more a rat than a person by the time we met, but he still gave his life to save me. I have no idea what happened that could make him betray my parents."
He could imagine how strange that would be. "It sounds like you'll have plenty of time to catch up with him." He took the glass and sat on one of the couches. He'd lost count about the amount of glasses he already had, considering the one at Ron's and the wine at lunch. One more was just the thing. "Cheers."