That jump is far more telling than the venom pouring out of his son's mouth. Sometimes, Harry worries that his eldest son got far too much of his parents' quick tempers and far too little of their patience. He's always the first one to jump into something and regret it later. Sometimes violently.

"Not your fault," Harry muses, abandoning his pot at the stove in favor of turning to look at his son. "You shoved Scorpius Malfoy in our pond. And it's not your fault he dragged you in with him?"