Harry still kept his hands to himself but was glad that she scooted a little closer. Now things felt more laid back, since he felt he didn't have to be strict about keeping a distance from her.
"I got pulled out of Dumbledore's funeral this time. You know, after we found the fake Horcrux." He knew she had read the books and would understand what he was talking about without him having to go into great detail. It was difficult to talk about yet another death.
"It all feels like a really bad dream now," he remarked. Here, it felt like none of the other bad stuff was real. That was why he preferred living at Ridgeway.