Harry didn't pretend to understand what she was going through, or really, what anyone else had gone through, whether in Azkaban or at Hogwarts last year. He didn't really know, and no one really seemed inclined to talk about it in any great detail. Not that he could blame them.
He read what she'd scribbled in the book. Her writing was reasonably neat, even though it was written very quickly. Still there were a couple of words that he had to reach for. He looked into her eyes again. "Yeah, sure. Of course," he said.