Just like Remus, Harry severely doubted that going home was the best idea right now. There was pretty much no way, this time of day, of getting into the Hollow and getting to his own cottage before somebody from the safe house saw him and got his mother or father. James Potter might brush off that his son was his son and bound to get into trouble now and again, but Lily would be fit to be tied. And then he'd have to explain how he'd gotten in bad with a bunch of muggles without saying anything in the first place, which would just lead to more and more questions about what he did with his time.
"Grimmauld Place?" He said meekly, more of a begging request than an answer. He dropped his hands away from his eyes and slid the glasses back on, but he was already starting to get a headache from not being able to see too long. "Just for a little bit, I promise."