"I do; yours are special." Harry sank down onto the chair they kept next to Leila's bed. It would be too weird if he sat in his mother. "As are you," he said, tweaking her nose. "Mum, why-"
I don't know, only suspect. Children have more open minds, so it might be easier for them to see...whatever it is I am.
"She says children have more open minds. She also doesn't know what she, just like dad. We've been saying 'ghost'."