I don’t think I get a choice. But I don’t have anything back there. I live in a tumbledown cottage in Muggle Yorkshire and do odd jobs until I get sacked for missing too much work during the full moons. I don’t have you, I don’t have James and Lily, I don’t even have Harry. I want to stay here, with you, and James. And Harry, grown up Harry. I don’t want to go back to being alone.