She knows, reasonably, that she can't fix all of Harry's problems but gods, she would like to try. Anything to erase that lost look on his face from ever making a reappearance. Her throat constricts a little, and the hold she has on his arm tightens for a moment, before she nods.

In understanding.

"You need a break. I'm not saying a weekend, or a vacation, but a break. Where you're not beholden to anyone's expectations of the Boy Who Won, or the Boy Who Lived. You need time to be your age, and make dumb choices."

She throws him a tiny smile. "You know, like quitting your Ministry job and going back to Hogwarts to teach Potions."