So she does recognize him, after all. That brief moment of thinking that she didn't, that anyone didn't, went by pretty fast. Harry tries to hide his disappointment. It's not that he minds the fact that he's done the deeds to earn the attention—especially his most recent, taking down Voldemort once and for all—but that's just another side to everything that he wishes he didn't have to deal with. He'll never be very good at it.

But he doesn't lie. There's no use, is there? Plus, circumstances have changed, and he's no longer a wanted criminal. Maybe he'll bask in the fact that there is very little chance that, in the future, he'll have to dread anyone recognizing him for reasons beyond the very same ones that greeted him when he first stepped (back) into the wizarding world.

"That's right. I'm Harry Potter," he says with a nod, keeping his tone as light as possible. "And I'd appreciate that. Thank you."