Harry chuckled at the admission. "I'm surprised that he let you go. He's been great, but he hasn't been able to talk about you and now you're here and it's- It's amazing."
He shrugged. "It's the truth." He leaned into her touch. He wasn't one to want to be held, but it was different with her, or even with his Dad. They were his parents, and he couldn't imagine pushing them away. He must really have been a shitty father for his children to dislike him that much. "You might be sorry that you said that. I've never really had a lot of answers about you and Dad."
Following her into the room, he realized that he'd never been inside yet, but he followed her so they could sit 0n the sofa they had. "Not as many as I would have liked. Everything got destroyed when Voldemort came to the house. Aunt Petunia never had any pictures. I got the pictures from people once I got to Hogwarts. Hagrid, Moody, I started collecting them after the first one." He looked away because for a moment he thought he might cry for real. "I'm sorry, I don't want this to be about you not being there because you are here now and that's all that matters."