Harry felt his hands tremble, so he ran them through his hair, a nervous gesture he'd never gotten rid of. He wanted nothing more than to grab his mum and never let her go, but he knew it would just frighten her now. Fighting the regression to 11-year-old boy, his voice nonetheless cracked as he said, "Merlin...please don't be afraid when I say this, but you're my mother." Swallowing hard, he tried to continue. "Lily Evans Potter. But you...you died." He hadn't wanted to say that, in case she didn't know, so he finished, with chagrin, "I'm sorry..."