Harry had managed to go through every emotion possibly to man in about ten seconds flat. That certainly had to be some sort of record. If it was, Harry would be glad to have someone else make a new one. He never wanted to experience that again. One emotion at a time was tiring enough. He still wasn't exactly sure how he was currently feeling ... but whatever it was it ended up with him making some sort of noise between relief and disappointment. Not that he truly understood the meaning behind it. He was much to worried about making sure that he didn't hit his head off the roof when he slumped back down to his previous reclined position.
He could tell Daphne was upset, or at least disappointed. Even in his own internal turmoil he could see that. He felt bad for his reaction, but it had been honest. He was scared. Plain and simply. He didn't scare easily but the thought of being a parent terrified him. What did he know about raising a child? Absolutely nothing and who did he have as a role model? Vernon? Good lord. He was screwed. Correction...any child of his would be screwed. At least they'd have Daphne to balance out the fact that their father had no bloody idea what the hell he was doing.
"I don't know how to be father." he muttered. The statement slipping out before he really realized what he was saying. He hadn't meant to say anything. Perhaps he just wanted to sooth any disappointment he'd seen in Daphne, or maybe offer some sort of explanation for his flaws. He had no idea, but what was done was done and there was no taking it back.