Harry looked at her. She was crying? Crying? His mother? It couldn't have been the same woman, couldn't have been. "'Course I'm alive. I wasn't about to curl up in a ditch and die." He told her, now used to the shock suddenly angry. "And Mary wasn't about to curl up and die either, after you left her on her own and went gallivanting off with whatever drunk you'd taken up with that week!" He said, stepping closer towards her, teeth gritted and jaw set. "So why are you here, mother dear? Did he kick you out?" He snapped.