"Um..." He knew the answer should be Yes, it's great, but he couldn't force the lie out in front of Neville, who had always been a good barometer for right and wrong to Harry.
"Da's been hanging out more with Sirius, reminiscing, and mum's been following me around trying to act like my mum," he said flatly. "I was just over a year old and she was barely in her twenties when she died. Never had a chance to be a real mum, did she?"
Harry leaned back against the bar, feeling surprised. "Maybe that's why they're back."