That last session of Wizengamot was exhausting, and Harry knows very well that, as much as he hates it, he can't really solve this one on his own.
As a representative of one of the oldest wizard families in England, but also a proudly half-blood wizard, he's been in the limelight for the last two years, trying to push against a law that would limit the rights of muggle-borns even further. It's obscenely far-reaching, including marriage, and holding office, and even education. Harry has been trying to fight it relentlessly, but despite the fact that he almost punched more than one of his opponents in the face here and there, he hasn't moved very far. Harry might be great at acting, and working, and building, but he's not so amazing at talking.
All he has to say for himself, as he makes his way to Godric's Hollow, is that he hasn't failed yet. And that doesn't feel particularly uplifting. He knows, as much as he hates to admit, that he can't do this one on his own - and there is only one person he can trust now. Isn't this why he made it all the way here, instead of staying the night in his London house?
As he expected, he finds his mother in the garden, examining the plot where she grows her potions ingredients. He doesn't understand enough about the recipes she brews to be able to tell how well the garden is doing, but some of the green shoots look very impressive.
"Hello, mother!" he calls out from the path, since she has her back to him. "Can I interrupt you?"
1600s parenting, apparently?
As a representative of one of the oldest wizard families in England, but also a proudly half-blood wizard, he's been in the limelight for the last two years, trying to push against a law that would limit the rights of muggle-borns even further. It's obscenely far-reaching, including marriage, and holding office, and even education. Harry has been trying to fight it relentlessly, but despite the fact that he almost punched more than one of his opponents in the face here and there, he hasn't moved very far. Harry might be great at acting, and working, and building, but he's not so amazing at talking.
All he has to say for himself, as he makes his way to Godric's Hollow, is that he hasn't failed yet. And that doesn't feel particularly uplifting. He knows, as much as he hates to admit, that he can't do this one on his own - and there is only one person he can trust now. Isn't this why he made it all the way here, instead of staying the night in his London house?
As he expected, he finds his mother in the garden, examining the plot where she grows her potions ingredients. He doesn't understand enough about the recipes she brews to be able to tell how well the garden is doing, but some of the green shoots look very impressive.
"Hello, mother!" he calls out from the path, since she has her back to him. "Can I interrupt you?"