Somehow, Harry didn't think that he'd done anything particularly brave. He hadn't really faced a Death Eater so much as told the fucker off for insulting his mother, and he'd only stuck around because he'd had cause to. He hadn't fought anybody, or helped anybody, or really done anything other than let them know that yes, Harry Potter was alive and well and had been in Godric's Hollow.
"So when does the planning start?" He sighed, resting his face in his hands. "When do we get together and decide what to do?"