"I know that, but they also know I was one of them. They know what I went there to do," he pointed out. "I don't think it's just Death Eaters who were hunting Mother and I down," he admitted. "Though they were the ones that found her."

He didn't think the other side was trying to kill them, but they would have faced the rest of their lives in Azkaban.

"Of course I still trust you, Harry. Maybe not the rest of the world, but of course I trust you." That had not changed for him. Not in the least. He cared about the boy too much.

"Well, apparently my parents had something right," he said in dry tones, though his lips were twitching into a smile, even as it faded as they came to a stop.

He paused, taking a breath. "Okay, just open the door before I remember all I know anymore is running," he said softly.