"It's mental." He was trying to lighten the tension, but it wasn't working. He wasn't sure how to digest his new surroundings. Did he help in another mans war or did he wait it out? Ginny said he had the option of deciding to help or not. Of course he knew in the end he would always help in a good fight, but that didn't stop the tiny part of him from wondering what it might be like to not have to fight. To not be born to fight a war. That was what he'd learned recently, that was what he was trying to process and come to terms with.
To be thrown into a second battle was more then uncomfortable, it was unnerving. He felt like everything was just barely out of reach and he couldn't catch up. He wanted to understand, desperately wanted to try, but he was just on autopilot now as he nodded and started to follow Ginny. He trusted her with his life. She was a friend and always would be.
"Yeah. All right then." He agreed to the complex and looked out at the sidewalk again. He hadn't stopped since the search for the Hocrux had begun, it was odd that he now had no choice. Apparently there was no way back and no Hocrux in this world to worry over, Harry wasn't sure how to take that.
"I'm used to some of the attention, but not like this. " It was overwhelming at best, that didn't help. And his fans were insane. That didn't help either.