Even if these Death Eater creeps want to hunt him down for stupid reasons, the couple was ready to take out whoever threatened them, just like they've handled the hit-men sent by the Marci Family. And of course, they always had the backup of their fellow Black Cats should the Dark Lord idiot try and kill him or his girlfriend. But for Harry, he was a bit satisfied as to knowing who his parents really were, beyond the lies of Petunia's dirty mouth. However, he had lost them at such a young age because of said British Dark Lord and his rowdy band of killers. He grew up his own person, not modeled after his parents. He was not his mother or father; he was himself. And Hermione loved him for being simply him: one hot sexy and dangerous young man who kicks all sorts of ass, and would do it with a smile and a laugh towards any asshole that offended them.