Harry wondered what he'd been about to do that got him sent here. Not that he hadn't been reckless and suicidal in the past, but he had actually been getting better lately. Maybe a raid gone wrong? Not that it mattered now. He was going to have to at least try to deal with whatever this new "reality" was until he could get home. He looked over at Draco and felt his heart twinge slightly. Maybe it would even be nice to stay for a while...
"Okay. Well, I'll trust your research. But you said we're in America? And why are all the muggles dressed like that?"