Harry's knee twitched at the unfamiliar touch, he wasn't used to the Potions Master being this nice to him. He stared into his dark eyes, searching for any lies or deception in them. Only finding a quiet strength and conviction he nodded jerkily, blinking the wetness out of his eyes. How embarassing. He was already 17 years old, an adult by wizarding standards, yet the idea of family, real family not like the Drusley's made him want to brawl like a newborn and cling to the black robes in front of him.