Today had been a good day, despite the devastating news they had gotten. Harry derived a sort of pleasure from being in danger, the adrenaline kicking as he hid from the Muggles. Having Draco there was also another reason to be careful.
A good day meant that he had drunk a little less, but he was very jittery. Maybe he should drink more, but he decided to take a walk instead. Hermione said that exercise was the same as drinking. She was very wrong, not that he'd tell her.
He was walking toward the pitch when he saw his father. It was hard to think of this man, so very young as his father, but then he had never had the opportunity to age. Harry didn't know how to deal with any of that, but couldn't avoid his dad forever. "Hey, and yes, I'm good, and you?"