Harry shrugged "Well at least there's no Rita Skeeter here.. she drove me insane in my world." he said to him "Making up stories of me and my friends like it was my fault I was in the tournament.. and I am sorry that was just a minor vent." he laughed "Yeah I do.. I get to meet my mother for the first time and it's going to be amazing. Or I hope it will be." he said to him and pushed a piece of hair that fell in his eyes.
"Your parent's.. well adoptive parent's tried to kill you why?" he asked him and frowned "I mean my aunt and uncle hated me but they never wanted to do me in. I'm just trying to understand that's all." he sighed a little "Trust me.. I do treasure it everyday that I am here.." he whispered to him "Do you not have many room mates? My room mates are my family and that's a good thing for me anyways." he said to him
"My job right now is bus boy.. and it's okay. I like the way I am treated there.. though when fans come in I tend to hide in the back until their gone. It's just nerve wrecking when every one is staring at you and knows about you more then you do. I hate that I feel like I'm being watched all the time.. even now." he laughed softly