Harry shot a look at his father and began to laugh. "I may have actually considered dragging her back here and locking her in the bedroom." It was strange that even though years separated the two men, who had truthfully never met before in their lives, their thought processes were as similar as their looks. Harry obviously was of a different temperament, but their physical appearance, mannerisms, and thoughts were similar enough to be eerie.
"I wish I could have met them." Harry said thoughtfully, thinking of his grandparents on his father's side. "No one has ever told me any stories of them. I like imagining they were really nice people, not like Grandmother and Grandfather Dursley." Vernon's parents were two of the most vile people he had ever met, and neither were exactly nice to him though they included him more than his Aunt and Uncle ever had. They had once given him a couple of broken army men of Vernon's that neither Vernon or Dudley wanted.
"Where in the world did you get that phrase?" Harry asked with a smile, "'Let her feel what she's feeling'? Don't get me wrong, I appreciate it; it's just a weird phrase. Reminds me of something Luna would have said when we were in school." Harry did take a moment to ponder the statement though, as he played with his coffee mug. "So I don't need to go running after her, and make her see reason? She'll see it on her own after she... feels what she's feeling?"