He had only experienced what it might be like to have a mother in small doses with Mrs. Weasley, but, as much as he loved Mrs. Weasley, his real mother was absolutely perfect. They were about the same age, but she was still the perfect mother. He could not have asked for anything better.
"It'll be weird to see him. I was just at his third birthday party a couple of weeks ago." He was glad to know that Teddy's grandmother and he had brought Teddy up so well, and Harry would be lieing if he said he was not proud of the compliment towards him. He was never really an in the spotlight kind of person, but for some reason, he found that he wanted to tell her all the things he had done over the years, just so she would be proud.
He felt the same bit of guilt at his own selfishness, because he was wanting to see Sirius, his dad, and everyone else that he lost during the war. Maybe this place would allow that.
"No," he answered immediately, "Sirius loved both of you and would never have betrayed you." Another tear streamed down Harry's face as memories of his stepfather entered his mind. He was starting to understand when she was from, so he had to tell her. He had to, but if he did, things would happen differently. Hermione had taught him about messing with time. "It was someone else that betrayed our location, but it wasn't Sirius. He was a great friend."