"Merlin, no, of course not," Harry says, brows knitting together a bit more and the anger in his expression giving way to something else. "You'd have to do a lot worse than this for me to even consider hating you, James. And I mean a lot worse. Like torturing Muggles or calling yourself Voldemort worse."

A smile almost breaks through, threatens to anyway.

"I'm shocked. I think that's understandable, yeah?"