She settled him down on a bench and cradled his cheeks in her hands, "It’s really me, darling," she took a shuddering breath in, and tears spilled down her cheeks, "Oh... oh my love," and she pulled him into her arms, squeezing him to her breast and breathing in his scent, "Oh my darling boy, you have been so brave, so many times over," she released him and stroked a hand down his cheek, "Your father and I are so proud," she said firmly, and Harry realised for the first time that his father was absent.