"But - " Lily swallows, hands fisting in her lap as she tries to keep control of her emotions. Nothing will ever change the deep-seated feeling of gratitude that she has that her son lived, and that Tuney and Vernon presumably took him in. She doesn't care for them, but she's certain they put a roof over his head and clothes on his back, which is something. But how good of care could they have taken of him? People who hated magic, hated everything it stood for? " - but they hated magic. Did they still take good care of him?"