After the conversation with Dumbledore I ran to dad. I bumped into Harry on the way there. "Hey!" He said, "What are you doing?" It took me a while to stop and then twice as long to work out who was talking. "Oh, Harry!" I said in surprise. "Going to see dad about... stuff!" He looked at me. I knew it was pretty obvious I was hiding something. "What "stuff"?" He asked slyly. I racked my brains and came up with:Stuff stuff?" I just ran away as soon as possible in the end to avoid it getting even more awkward. I completed my journey to dad's office. I rapped my knuckles on the door. "Come in," Yep. That was dad's sneering voice. I enter. His mood suddenly changed from slimy, to happy. I smiled. "Dad," I said, "It's about Harry!" He sneered. I knew he hated him, and I loved both of them. I just wanted to do what was right. "No!" Dad said, "I know what you are going to say and the answer is no! Harry Potter will not find out about, about Lily!" I sighed, disappointed and left, the looser. My problem was I was to afraid of dad.