Harry scowled fiercely, deciding he really hadn't thought this brilliant plan all the way through. Yes, Hermione, he 'voiced' in a mock-eager tone. I would absolutely love to travel back in time to the moment of Voldemort's defeat! How could I pass it up? He pointedly ignored the fact that he'd wanted to try to stop Padfoot from chasing after the traitor and that he needed to figure out exactly what his mother had done to protect him. That was beside the point.
He scowled again, and attempted to shift his tiny body in the hopes that the icky muck that he absolutely refused to think about would move a little further away from him. I really should have waited until I was potty-trained.