"Yep. Just like you Potter to torture yourself and inconvenience everyone else just for what you want," he says. It's the same voice, the same accent and words, and yet it's not the same tenor of their childhood when he'd been so angry about Potter for so many reasons.

"Want to know what I know? You're a bad liar," he murmurs, stroking Harry's cheek as he leans in, kissing the same cheek softly.

"Maybe we should take a trip back home soon then," He agrees, nodding. "All three of us," he says with a nod. "If and when she's ready."