The private breakfast repeats twice that week, Marvolo carving out time for a sit-down meal around dawn, rousing Harry gently to join him. Quiet though these times are -- often lapsing into silence while Marvolo skims through The Daily Prophet and Harry yawns into his oatmeal -- the very reality of them offers a peace of sorts. He leaves them with a calm happiness only partially explained by his husband’s seemingly genuine interest in spending time with him.