"Yeah, well, I never was one to care about the repercussions." Of course Kingsley wouldn't have sent him to jail, not when Harry was the one arresting people.
"I don't know. I told you that we're all fucked up. None of us are really sane." Harry rolled his eyes. "You stopped hating me a long time ago. You hated me when your father was arrested, but by the time we came back for our sixth year, you had stopped hating me. I could see it in your eyes. It was driving me mad and I knew you were up to something. No one else believed me." He had been right.
Harry leaned back, one arm stretched over the backrest, fingers tapping the cushion. "I don't know what to do if I slow down. It's almost a physical need to do, because if I stop- Where is there?" he asked. "And I remember how much you loved Herbology so this is doubly good of you, but that's really not what I care about right now. How do you see this going? Me? You? I'm still trying to wrap my mind around that part."