More often than not, the last few times that Harry had visited the library, he'd found himself alone. Whether it was just his timing or something else, Harry had gotten used to the silence and having no one else for company except for the numerous bookshelves.

So that was why being walked into, followed by the the sound of books falling on the floor startled him so much. "Oh, er, sorry about that. I didn't see you there." He hadn't, either. His mind had wandered somewhere else, somewhere not in Wonderland, so he was at fault for the collision as well. "Need a hand with those?" He bent down to pick up the fallen books, not really waiting for an answer.

Once he'd gathered her books up, he handed them back to her. "That seems to happen a lot around here. I mean, it's not like there's nothing to think about, about this place and the funny stuff that goes on here." Though he knew there was the chance that she had something else on her mind besides the weirdness of the mansion. But it wasn't really his business anyway so he didn't say anything about that.

"I kind of like this library, even though I wouldn't know much about good libraries. My friend Hermione's the one who knows about this stuff," Harry said, half wondering why he was going on about this. "Were you looking for something? Before I walked into you, I mean."

Harry caught himself smiling just without really realizing he was doing it. But it's kind of a nice gesture: a mother getting books for her son. "Your son's here?" That did give him a moment of pause; he hated this place for bringing families here when they should be left alone. They all should be left alone, families or not.

"Well, the library's kind of great here, so now's a great time to catch up. When events aren't happening, I s'pose."

"Oh, that's great! Well, not entirely great, but..." He kept thinking about how dangerous it could be in Wonderland and about all the things that could potentially go wrong. "At least you get to be together and can look after each other and things." And he hoped that at least for Henry's sake, his relationship with Regina was normal and they were just the typical happy mother and son.

"I'm Harry Potter. It's nice to meet you, er, Mrs. Mills." He held out his hand for a handshake, just for the sake of politeness.

"All right then, Regina." Harry thought nothing of it; he had no idea who Regina was or what she did where she was from. But if she ever brought up the queen thing, she'd definitely get a funny look or two.

"Yeah, um, I do, but it's really weird and I wouldn't blame you at all if you didn't believe me." He had to say that, because at first, he hadn't really believed it himself. "You'll probably say I'm crazy."

Her laugh, even if it was held back, was almost enough to set Harry at ease. Sometimes, he felt that his situation was so weird that no one who wasn't directly involved with it would even understand. So hearing that from Regina was definitely a relief.

"Well, all right, I guess. Just don't say I didn't warn you." He paused then, as if giving her the chance to back out of the conversation if she wanted to. But it didn't appear that she wanted to, so he launched into his explanation. "My mum and dad are around, but they're... younger. Younger than they should be." Well, that sounded great. "I mean, they're still older than I am, but they're, I dunno, seventeen or something."

But wait, there's more! "And I dunno how it makes sense, but my godfather and one of my professors from school are here too, but they're about the same age as my parents." Now do you see what he meant about weird?

Well, she was taking it better than he'd thought she would. He knew how it sounded, like he was out of his mind or something. It didn't matter that he knew he was perfectly sane; there were plenty of people who wouldn't see it that way, and he knew it.

"I know, I guess if you look at it that way, it's not as weird," he said, nodding in agreement. "But yeah, they know. I- I think it took awhile for my dad to really grasp it, but I think he likes the idea now." He's definitely handling it better than Harry thought. His mum is a different story; he made a mental note then to have a talk to her soon.

Her remark made him stop to think for a second, because while the place was weird and did weird things, he didn't think his mind, or James's, had been messed with, but how exactly would they know if that had happened?

"Messing with minds, messing with people, the whole thing," he said finally, because really, sometimes he wondered if whoever ran this place and orchestrated things was sitting back and having a great laugh at their expense.

"Yeah, known for it, and probably enjoys it too. I mean, I dunno, it's not like I know her personally or anything, but isn't it kind of a thing for some people to enjoy causing problems for other people?"

If the Queen wasn't like that, well, then he'd owe her an apology of sorts, but right now, it doesn't seem like a far-fetched conclusion, not really.

"I think so, though, because really, what else are we supposed to do?" Making the best of the situation was preferable to just giving up and sulking all the time.