Harry laughed bitterly. "Oh no they will tell you that they didn't have it so bad, it's not like they were sold to sexual slavery, and who even thinks like that. My daughter, apparently. But, they can all agree, that I was the worst father on the face of the earth. I'm pretty sure that Voldemort would have been a better father."
He sighed. "Except that I'm also terrible right now. Apparently everything I say is wrong. Everything I do is wrong. Every word I say gets twisted. I say 'I look like your mother' and apparently I'm not accepting her individuality or something along those lines. I say 'we need to talk about those memories' and apparently that means I can't check on people, because I can apparently only do one thing at a time. It's just- I don't know what they want, Draco. They say they don't want me as their father, because there's too much baggage, but then they except me to act like their father. They don't get it that if I'm not their father, then I can't trust them, because there's nothing between us."