"I'd rather it in their hands than some other wizards we know." He was very glad he didn't recall his time in Rita Skeeter's old village. "My apologies, Astoria, I should not have opened such a can of worms." He hugged her close to him on instinct. "It is not real in some ways," he whispered into her ear. "What happens here exists outside our other selves. That doesn't mean we can't be happy though. I have been here a year. Others have been here longer. We cannot stop living when our consciousness is here right now."