All Harry could do was nod. 'I guess I know that,' he said. 'Doesn't mean I have to like it. That whole "when is it okay" is... tough. But I suppose that in a way I've been doing it too. Or I thought I was, but... I guess much of it was Dumbledore. Through me.' Sometimes thinking of that would make his head spin. Which of his decisions were really his own, in the end? And that whole thing about our choices defining us... it rang rather hollow now.
'Thanks for trying. I don't exactly expect him to welcome me.' Harry managed a crooked smile over the rim of his cup. 'The usual treatment will be fine, as long as he gives me a chance to say something too. Which actually isn't usual at all.'