"Definitely," Harry said, thinking, you have no idea. He knew he ought to be enjoying this more - it was his Mum, standing right there in front of him - he wanted to hug her, to tell her how much he missed her, that he loved her, to ask a million questions he'd always wanted to ask and never gotten the chance. But he couldn't, because she had less than a handful of years left to live, and she didn't know, and there was nothing he could do. "It's really good to see you," he said instead, shyly.