"Oh, I don't really know how it works, just that it does," she grinned brightly, gripped onto his hand and cast the spell, feeling that familiar pulling sensation that always came with Apparating. Even before she could do it herself, she had been taken with others, the feeling was second nature to her now.
They appeared in her home, and she neatly stepped forward, casting another spell to light the fire in the hearth. It only took moments for the heat to fill the room, and she took off her coat, casually throwing it over the back on a chair. "Okay," she turned to face him with a bright smile. "Since I can tell there are questions you are politely not asking, yes I am a witch, yes I am Harry Potter's daughter and yes I know my world is a book series. With film adaptations." She counted off the points on her fingers. "I am of the simply brilliant next generation, all grown up. My cousin's around somewhere too, Hugo Weasley. Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's son. Aunt Hermione is also actually around, only she's 13. It's actually pretty cool, she's tiny Aunt Mione."
There, those were those parts covered. "So, I'm guessing you have loads of questions about this place. I'll tell you anything I can, what do you want to know first?"