"It’s not --" Harry doesn’t want to talk about this, about his strange situation here, about how fucked up it can be, but if it distracts them from the Muggleborn policies he’ll take the hit. "I don’t remember my parents, ma’am. I know very little about them, though Marvolo has offered to change that if I want. I know that my mum was brilliant and she loved me so much she set a whole trap based on her dying for me to give me even a chance of living." He blinks away the sting in his eyes and shakes his head. "I have better people than Marvolo to blame for the way I grew up. Even for my parents’ deaths. And I plan to live, to really live, which is all my mother wanted.