Harry nodded slowly as Sirius spoke. He known since just before moving into the Manor that somebody was trying to do him harm. The threatening letters he might just have been able to write off as a malicious joke, but the dreams.... well, Adam had pretty much confirmed that there was something more to them than normal nightmares, before blocking off the link to whatever it was that had been causing them. It was however nice to know that he had friends out there who cared about him enough to be searching. Once again though, this thought induced a rather uncomfortable pang of guilt.

"Adam says that I can't be hurt while I'm in the Manor grounds," he said. "He stopped the worst of my nightmares too."

He looked at the floor for a moment not quite sure how to phrase what he felt he really should say next. Had he been a little more weary he might have thought twice before giving so much away to this man who said he was his godfather and whom he hadn't known for more than five minutes; but as Hugo Harry had never quite got to the stage where he'd learnt the art of weariness. Thus, feeling that coming clean would be the right thing to do, he looked back up at Sirius.

"He offered to give me my memories back too, but I've been too afraid to accept. You see, my flashbacks, when I have them are mostly unpleasant and I thought... well, I thought that maybe my life before the accident might not be something that I wanted to remember."