Harry cleared his throat and finally moved, unknowingly opening himself up to losing his queen.
When he spoke, it was with that same ease that he spoke with earlier about the war with, but this time it was an old hurt, one that had healed over as best as it could, and Howard could likely hear that in his voice. He was genuinely at peace with this part of his past, enough to talk about it somewhat casually.
"There's been a few people--" Like Sirius. "--but when the Dark Lord came for me when I was very young, my mum and dad stood up to him rather than let him kill me. My mum was even given the choice to give me up and walk away."
Harry's eyes flashed with a strange sort of defiance, as if the thought of what his mother and his father had done had lit some sort of fire in him that burned away some of the war-time cynicism that threatened to swallow him up.
"She didn't."
His expression wrinkled up into a ponderous one. "Even through the worst of it, even dealing with the most wretched people imaginable, I still know people like my parents existed. It's difficult to lose faith in people entirely when my life started out that way--when I got to live only because of what they'd done for me."
And that wasn't even to speak of all the people he knew like Ron and Hermione and Ginny and the Weasleys, and Luna and Neville and everyone else from his world that was decent and good.
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When he spoke, it was with that same ease that he spoke with earlier about the war with, but this time it was an old hurt, one that had healed over as best as it could, and Howard could likely hear that in his voice. He was genuinely at peace with this part of his past, enough to talk about it somewhat casually.
"There's been a few people--" Like Sirius. "--but when the Dark Lord came for me when I was very young, my mum and dad stood up to him rather than let him kill me. My mum was even given the choice to give me up and walk away."
Harry's eyes flashed with a strange sort of defiance, as if the thought of what his mother and his father had done had lit some sort of fire in him that burned away some of the war-time cynicism that threatened to swallow him up.
"She didn't."
His expression wrinkled up into a ponderous one. "Even through the worst of it, even dealing with the most wretched people imaginable, I still know people like my parents existed. It's difficult to lose faith in people entirely when my life started out that way--when I got to live only because of what they'd done for me."
And that wasn't even to speak of all the people he knew like Ron and Hermione and Ginny and the Weasleys, and Luna and Neville and everyone else from his world that was decent and good.