"Alright, but just you and me," Harry nodded with a sigh. He turned to Neville and Enola. "As for you two, get home and scour the back issues of the Prophet for a picture of this child at aged one. That’ll be the time of life where my energy was most powerfully imprinted into the ether of Godric’s Hollow ... from the night Tom Riddle slaughtered my Mum and Dad ..."