Harry stepped away from the door as soon as she locked it. His mouth quirked up before collapsing down next to her, exhaling a deep breath. "I don't know but I sure feel like we're back in year one." He lifted his hand where the old scar from Umbridge had left it's imprint and saw it bare. Which meant... he lifted the hand and traced the scar on his forehead, that was back.

"I'm not sure what happened but I imagine She did something that resulted us in being back here," he said with a frown, dropping his hand next to him then took her hand, clasping it in his. "Which means, we need to make plans. A list of everything we want to change and work toward. If we're stuck here, we might as well take full advantage of it."