"Thanks for lying, but I doubt it. You know that thing about looking like Dad," he answered, chuckling. "Hermione Granger, she's my best friend together with Ron Weasley. They are a thing, but really it's been the three of us against the world for so long that we get called the Golden Trio. They have also written about all the crazy orgies we had, all lies of course. I promised Dad that I wouldn't tell you, but better you hear it from me that read one of the old papers," he said, shaking his head.
Harry thought about the question and sighed. "I grew up being a Muggle. I had no idea that magic existed. Aunt Petunia tried to stop me from finding out about Hogwarts. Hagrid had to physically come and get me. By then I was so ready to leave that I never really cared about the Muggle world. Sure I read the newspapers after the war, checked out the technology but I wasn't part of the Muggle world. I was a wizard. I am a wizard."
He could tell that she didn't like the answer, but he wasn't going to lie to her. "Draco is going to become a Curse Breaker for Gringotts. Well, now he won't, because he's here, but in the past- This is confusing, but you know what I mean." He bit his lip for a moment. "There is one question I should have asked at the start. What do you want me to call you? If Mum is too weird, I understand. I want you to be all right with whatever we pick."