"Well, don't worry. I'm not gonna punish you. And I really, really hope they still haven't dug your uncle out of the ground." That wasn't even remotely enough comeuppance, but at least he felt some satisfaction at the mental image. He smiled at Harry, incredibly endeared. "You will, huh? You are a true hero."

He had no doubt about that. "Maybe you can teach me how to make breakfast. I'm pretty useless at all of that stuff."

He sighed and then closed the pizza boxes, before leaning back and pulling Harry onto his lap. "Tell you what, Harry. How about the two of us hunt down the bathrooms and then we both get cleaned up some? I bet I can find pyjamas for us somewhere in this house and I'll just magic them smaller for you."

Oh. "Wait. I should help you get washed, right?"