Harry nodded. The last thing he wanted was to move too quickly and make people aware of them knowing things they shouldn't too soon. He was thankful that she listened to them.

He debated for a moment as he considered their options. They had already taken up so much of her time but she did deserve to know. "We can go into the details and specifics about it later but there was a prophecy made before my birth that said the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born those who thrice defied him would be born as the seventh month dies. This child would be marked as his equal and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. Dumbledore made sure that I would gladly sacrifice my life for the good of the wizarding world even though it meant dying for it." He paused, not realizing he had been clenching Hermione's hand a little tighter than he'd meant to. "Sorry," he said, softer. "There's... more to it but we don't have that kind of time. He made sure that I would be so beaten down that I would hold tightly to anyone who showed me affection." 'Like the Weasleys' was left unsaid.