"Firewhiskey is not vile. In fact, it tastes wonderfully and I have no idea why you can't drink," he said, chuckling. "It's got to be a Slytherin thing. I remember McGonagall drinking without a problem, but i don't think I saw Snape drinking, maybe wine." He frowned. "It's strange, I was always keeping an eye on him, but I don't remember."
Harry chuckled. "Once we find those keys, including my personal key, I'll take you to a Muggle resort. It's not the same, but at least there's proper food." his key was probably buried with all the others though. "We'll need to try everyone's homes. Maybe they hid those keys. I can see you leaving it somewhere at the manor. If you survived your family."
He leaned back, sighing. "I was one of the last one to die. I watched everyone else die. I became Minister when Hermione died. I don't have to be old to know that i wouldn't want that job. I would have taken it because I felt it was the only thing to do."