Ron grinned at the question; this was definitely Harry. Only he would put himself between a potential threat and Draco Malfoy. Bloody predictable that was, though Ron wasn't going to say anything. It was just so good that Harry was here, even though it had been less than a week since he'd seen him.
"Manchester," he said without any hesitation at all. "And I asked the date for you because we've got people from all sorts of times here. The house-elves have kept up the calendar here, and it's February 17th, 2038 and I'll explain everything, but please. When are you from?" Harry didn't look any older than he remembered him, or any younger, but with all the scruff and the fact that Harry looked as if he hadn't slept for days, that didn't mean much. "For context, when I arrived here six days ago, it was February 16th, 2003."