He knew it wasn't heaven because his parents weren't there to greet him. And it didn't feel quite right. hell, He supposed, was a very real possibility. And yet...He wasn't entirely sure on that, either.
"I was thinking more like some kind of purgatory." Neither heaven nor hell. But even so. He didn't remember dying. Well, actually he did. But not recently.
And there was nothing here and now to indicate to him that it was happening again. Just to be sure, though, he pinched himself. And winched because, ow. it definitely hurt.
"Where are my manners? I'm Harry," he told her and extended a hand. He was careful to say his name with a slight accent he didn't actually use. Giving names was tricky business, since in his experience names could be used against a person by someone who knew how to wield the power.