"No that’s okay, I don’t want you getting caught." It’s true. He’s finally free, and safe. Surrounded by a twisted sort of love, but love nonetheless. They promise to keep an eye on him. And in their disguises, say a heartfelt goodbye in an isolated part of the platform. No one spares them any glances. Though Harry, once out of their little bubble of affection, feels the uncomfortable heat of the people's gazes, and the whispers of his name.