"I know," he said, not fully believing it but wanting to stay hopeful. Things were rapidly becoming exactly like the build up to the last war. The feeling that this was only the start of things to come was, to say the least, unsettling.
He let Tonks hold his hands, feeling a little reassured by her words. He just wanted to curl up and sleep, and then wake up to find out this was all a dream. Maintaining his normal confident and hopeful air was suddenly more difficult than it had ever been before.
"I'm sorry," he said, putting his hands over his face. "I'm just having a bit of trouble digesting this. Brain isn't working up to par right now."
His thoughts drifted back to Harry and he felt his heart ache terribly.
"Could you do me a favor? My journal's on the nightstand in the bedroom. I want to see if Harry's written anything and I'd like to jot him a note. I think there should be a quill lying around there too."