He went to the fridge and returned with a bottle of water, handing it to her as he spoke. "I'm sixteen. I got pulled out of Hogwarts just after Dumbledore's funeral..."
He bit his lip. It was difficult to talk about. He was glad, in a way, that he had been brought back here. It was good to get away from his other life, where it seemed everything was going wrong. Dumbledore had died for absolutely nothing - once again, Harry was left feeling that a death was all his fault.
Trying to get away from that topic, he added, "I really don't know how Petersen does it. Pulling me out at all these different times, I mean. Weird, huh?" Harry shook his head, then asked her, "What have you been up to while I've been gone?"