"I didn't get my picture into the newspapers much until my teens, because I was raised by my muggle aunt and uncle, so people mostly recognized me by the scar."

How exactly had he wound up explaining all this anyway? Oh right, because his entire existence was tangled up in it.

"Remember how I said only one person's survived the death curse when I explained how it worked?"

He'd also told him about Voldemort and the Death Eaters, in case they ever showed up on the ship.

"I survived it when I was a baby, after Voldemort killed my parents and tried to use it on me. It scarred me and destroyed his body, even though he couldn't be killed entirely. It wasn't until the end of my fourth year at school that he'd returned and started taking over the Wizarding World, like I said."

He waved a hand vaguely. That had a scar on it, too, though it was difficult to see that it was one that spelled out worlds if you didn't look closely enough.

"There's this...prophecy, and the whole thing is just--it's a bit--"

It was a lot to have to deal with, but it didn't matter now, did it?

"You can't imagine what it's like to be told you've got to go and stop a war, that you're the only one that can really do it. When you're not really all that bright, and not as brave as everyone thinks you are, when haven't the faintest idea how to even go about it--and all you have is that sometimes you're really very lucky."

He looked up from the chess set and then looked away, slightly embarrassed that he'd blurted all that out.