She sniffed, and said, "Oh, Harry," her voice wobbling slightly; she was abruptly on her feet and wedging herself into the armchair with him and throwing her arms around his shoulders, "Oh Harry, thank you so much for telling us," she said, her voice muffled by his shirt which was growing suspiciously wet, "you know it doesn’t matter right? That we love you anyway," and now Hermione wasn’t the only one crying.  