He wished whoever had taken pity on him the day his parents died hadn't.
But the man was kind and if Granger was going to be eaten by a griffin at any given moment then someone should know. At least then their memories wouldn't fade like his was bound to.
"Well, it's my parents... The day they died. I was going to see their graves." He cleared his throat before the watering in his eyes could continue. The roughness of his dry throat distracting him long enough in the moment to fend off the memories and tears along with them. "If I don't visit them nobody will."