Harry recognized a deflection when he saw one, but he wasn’t going to change his family’s opinion at this very moment, and he really did need a shower. He allowed himself to be placated and tried his best to swallow his anger and ignore the disappointment lurking underneath. They were his family. The only family he could remember having that had ever wanted him. Surely he could change their minds? They were good people – right? They loved him, anyway, even though he was a half-blood. That had to mean something.