Harry had looked at the clock before coming to wake his father. It was just a quarter past eleven, but that was late for Harry to wake up. He was used to waking up around six or seven, depending on what the schedule was for that day. Sleeping in until eleven was very different for him.
Harry ran his hand through his hair, much the same way his father had without realizing it. "Food sounds good. I'm not sure what we have here at the moment." He was still speaking softly. "And it's a pity you couldn't get your hand on that potion. I'm feeling a bit desperate." He cracked a small bleary-eyed smile at James.