“You were different when I met you. It’s been three times now, you were different each time.” she said with a small frown. “Either that or you’ll all different and Harry just really liked that name…”
“My mother named me,” He shrugged, “So maybe it’s someone else.”
She gave a small laugh. “She would have named you something your father liked. She lived to please him.” it was odd talking about herself in the third person but it was easier than explaining things.
“You knew my mum?” He asked curiously.