"Tom would get over it eventually. I don't know if I could. You're one of the few people in my life who never tried to deceive me. Not even by implication." Pulling back, as if to not encroach on the other's space for too long, Harry gestured towards the woods. "The Manor lies on the other side of this small patch. The main house is barely a mile and a half away. Close enough to walk, but far enough for you to have complete autonomy. This cottage is, strictly speaking, not even on Peverell ground. Lily ... she has no authority here, beyond what you give her. I'm sorry that ... well, I'm sorry for everything really. Still, I don't regret bringing you here. You are wanted, not as a Potion Master or spy or a teacher but as a person. I hope you know that." Then the young man took another step back and apparated away.