Harry lifted the glass, waving it vaguely in Bill's directions. "Cheers," he offered by way of thanks, and then leaned back, taking a sip, nose wrinkling a little. Harry had a drink now and then, but he wasn't exactly used to that first burn of it.
He shook his head. "I didn't tell anyone that bit yet. Hardly anyone believed me as it was, I didn't want to give them a reason to think I might have been losing it," Harry explained.
"No one thinks you're losing it, Harry. We know how much you've been through, and trust your judgment. If you say you saw Snape, then you did."
Harry looked a little grateful, and nodded. "You think I should tell McGonagall?" he asked.
Remus nodded in agreement with Bill. "Minerva is the closest we have to knowing how Albus' mind was working. She may see things the rest of us miss. I think it's best you tell her everything." Though Remus doubted Harry would. Harry had learned not to trust adults early on, and had never shaken that - with good reason, given how many had failed him over the years.