"I'm asking you," she said with a smile. "Everyone else seems to know you, but I have no idea who you are, but I know how easy it is for other people to think that we're something that we aren't. So who are you?"
She chuckled. "Well, I spent seven years here like everyone else, but my interest was elsewhere." She grew quiet. "They aren't real bubbles, just look like them and I'd like to think that it's still there, that something survived."
She chuckled. "Well, then you don't know Harry or even the idea of him. For you, it's a brand new person." Her smile got bigger. "To me, James is the son. We went to school together. I don't love either one, mind you, but Mr. Potter was a good man. He's been Head Auror for decades. Everyone wanted him to become Minister, but he always turned the job down. He's... a national hero."