Harry noticed the frown on his Mum's face when he mentioned Snape and while he had been curious as to how close they'd been, he'd never asked. Truth was, he didn't really want or need to know. He wanted to base his opinions on Snape based on how he treated his students. Honestly, it went both ways, he had felt a certain amount of loathing and contempt from the Head of Slytherin but more often than not, he left him well enough alone.

So long as he didn't cause any embarrassment to Slytherin, naturally.

His position on the Quidditch team had certainly helped.

Harry snorted at Lily's carefully worded phrase about Dumbledore and his character judgement. "Well, I should hope so since he is the Headmaster of our school," he agreed, giving her a little smile. "The Ministry however seems less than impressed." Course, that wasn't too surprising since the Ministry didn't actually believe anything that was going on in the first place.

Namely Voldemort.

Harry glanced at the shelf that was now hung up and nodded. "It looks good," he said and looked at her again with a little grin. Though he would never say a word, unless prompted, he had always got the feeling that his Godfather was very fond of his Mum (and vice versa). "So long as he's getting out. I know he's working on the place but staying at Grimmauld day and night would probably drive me batty."