Harry hesitated for a second, then followed. What else could he do? This didn't seem to be a problem he could hex his way out of, which sucked. Everything made so much more sense when you could just fight it.
There was so much to process. No alcohol, America, Remus. Remus at least was a good thing. Maybe he could make sense of some of this for Harry. Sirius hadn't been any help, he'd just called Harry 'James' a lot and acted all moody and suspicious. But he'd at least seemed to be the Sirius Harry had known, even if it was from a long time ago. It was how he'd come up with the time travel idea. He made a mental note to find Remus as soon as he could.
"Um... Yeah. We're, or, we were, friends." More than. But he still didn't know if he should tell Thai Draco that. "I'm guessing in, uh, your world that we're not?" Other realities, weird groups, fuck he wished Hermione was here.