"Of course." Hartley nodded, heading for the door and then pausing. "Please don't bring up the-- All of that. Harry doesn't know they've been bothering me about it. He gets worked up even thinking about his father, all of that." Best to not make him deal. If he survived, then he could fill him in. Right now it seemed pointless to add too much stress.

Hartley opened the door and walked out so he could help Harry up. Out of nowhere, seemingly, a blond hunk descended and appeared on Harry's other side, ready to lead him inside.

"You can lean on me if you need to," Fandral assured him, pausing briefly to smile brilliantly at Stephen, "I got a souvenir for Christine. We can pretend you picked it."