"And you alone. She forgave me for my moment of selfishness," Harry replied, staring hard at his mother's gravestone, tracing her name hungrily with his eye. The moonlight had shone directly at the engraving just then. "She told me off first. I mean, she is my Mum. She didn't get the chance to tell me off for anything when she was alive ... because of everything. I think she quite enjoyed it, actually."