"Not the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me," Harry admitted. "But you need food too. You said so. You drink her milk, right? How do I gather it?" That was something that undoubtedly classified as the weirdest thing he ever had to do. And that said something, given his life. Who knew that you could "milk" a venomous python? Voldemort was clearly uneasy with Harry's support. But for the lack of Wormtail, there was no choice. His body was weak. Afterwards, they sat in front of a merrily crackling fire, and Harry tried to come up with ideas on how to get food. This house did not exactly feel "lived in'. When a loud crack broke the peaceful silence, Harry was on his feet in an instant, wand at the ready, hovering between Voldemort and whoever had appeared.