Harry immediately felt contrite. "I'm sorry Dad - I didn't mean to sound like a spoilt brat. I'm just frustrated. I know the prophecy, I know what - or who, rather - He will want and I feel ... hell, I don't know."
He sighed, then gave James a small smile. "That would be great, once you're feeling better Dad, and if Remus is willing. I can't count on being protected by the Order forever."