Harry nodded. "Yeah. They still love each other, right? Do you think they do? My mum and dad, I mean. He said they did. But they also feel the same about..." he scratched at the back of his neck, uncomfortable voicing it.
Harry opened the bag and took out a chocolate frog. "It could be because of those books. You know, the Frank Jones ones." He glanced quickly at Ron. "Have you... ever read those books, mate?"