"You just have to work on control, love," James agreed, and Harry's heart swelled with a complicated mix of emotions. Because he needed this right now —he needed some semblance of normal. But he didn't know what to do with it. Didn't know what to do with this fickle web of a lie his parents were crafting around him; and he didn't know what to do with the relief it brought. He'd have to hold himself accountable for his actions someday. Today would not be that day. "And you haven’t even had your wand lately, so you’ve been unable to get rid of the excess energy. We’ll work more with you when you get home. Christmas holidays is in just over a month." So this was the plan. Maybe he'd be ready by Christmas. He'd have to be ready by Christmas. 