Harry deflated, just a bit and gripped Ginny's hand harder as if he hopped she would anchor him. Suddenly he was half afraid he would wake up in his cupboard to find that Horwarts and everything else had been one complicated and bizarre dream.. After all he didn't deserve this, did he?
Finally he found his voice. "I am buying dishes Aunt Petunia," he said mildly, almost tonelessly, and without the enthusiasm of seconds before. All thoughts of bragging about his house had fled. He was just waiting..waiting for something to go horribly wrong.
He was so wrapped up in memories that he didn't notice his hands begin to shake.