"I slept there too? Gross! I hope her stink didn't rub off on me." What a truly bizarre image, him sleeping in his mothers old room with a Hippogryff. The future was absolutely wild.
"Strange is one way to put it, yeah. I know all those things must happen, but they just don't fit with anything I know. Moony says we grow apart, that we stop trusting each other. But I can't imagine ever doing that. I can't imagine him and me not being close. And according to the timeline it starts happening like right after I got pulled from. I know the War is making us all mental, but, I dunno. I just don't see how I let those things happen. But then again, I didn't think Peter would betray us either. It's a lot to think about."
He shrugged, then pushed open the door to the set of rooms the Tower had created for them. It still had a very Gryffindor common roon feel, unsurprisingly. He headed over to a small chest in the corner where they'd stashed some whiskey and glasses and things.
"I've talked to him, yeah. I... He had already died, when I'm from. I thought I was seeing a ghost. I always regretted how we left things. We haven't had a lot of time to catch up this week, between everything. But I'm really hopeful, you know? I've got this second chance with him. We were close, when we were little. Maybe this time we can actually understand each other."
He handed Harry a glass and motioned to the various couches and armchairs circling the fireplace.