"Well..." Harry let out a little breath and shifted closer to her on the sofa. "I dunno if there's a spell or anything to help you, but I can tell you most things." He ran a hand through his untidy hair, wondering where to start. "You get the general idea of this place, yeah? That people can be brought here from any point in their lives?" He paused a bit before adding, "People who are dead in our world can be alive here. Both my parents are here from when they were much younger. That's how Sirius was able to talk to you here. Knowing you, I bet you've figured it all out." Harry flashed her a small smile. He wouldn't have been surprised if Hermione already knew this, but he wasn't sure so he told her anyway. And really, he was stalling because admitting how he felt for her, all over again, was difficult.