[Well, Harry wasn't able to sleep tonight. It happens.
Is that Alma? Yes, that's Alma. ... And that's a question he doesn't know the answer to. He has friends, yes, but they haven't betrayed him, he thinks. The Dursleys, though-- he knew they didn't care, but--
("Of course we knew! How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was?")
He doesn't really know what to say, because it's not the same, is it?] Alma, are you all right? What happened? ...If you want to talk about it, I mean.
[They don't know each other that well, Harry knows that, but...he's worried anyway. Alma was nice, after all.]