"She was. She knew her stuff and was easy to get along with. I can't say I knew her either." He couldn't say that he knew that many people despite knowing all of them. His circle of friends hadn't really grown much.
"He did good, with the Dumbledore's Army," Harry said with a smile. "It wasn't a guerilla war in the middle of a greater one. It was the war. If he hadn't gotten them ready we'd never been able to fight like we did."
Harry shrugged. "Maybe. They seem to like my parents. Give them time and they'll probably won't notice if I'm not there." That was its own form of equilibrium, he supposed. He smiled at Draco. "I wouldn't expect it to be a disaster. You actually love each other. Your father is an arse, but I never doubted that he cared about you." He grew serious as he stared at the ceiling. "What kind of monster am I? Your father supported genocide, but he still loved you and you loved him. How terrible was I that they hate me?"