Harry lifted his gaze to meet Draco's, thankful for that. He knew Hermione understood obviously - she'd been there the entire time. But to hear that Draco also understood from his own mouth... he exhaled again and nodded. "I know there are a lot of people out there still recovering and grieving but... it also feels like so many went back to normal. Went back to their old lives as though nothing had happened. They're back to their petty grudges..." It was as though the war meant nothing to some of them. But... he supposed he also fought for people to return to their normal lives.

He watched the owl fly away and smiled a little at just the thought of Hermione sending him an owl in the middle of the night. He hated that she'd felt it though, he hated disrupting anyone's sleep. It was one thing his sleep was shit, no one else's should be.

"I need to research better and stronger wards for my room," he said, shaking his head. "They haven't been broken quite like that in a while."