For a moment, Harry couldn’t think of a single thing to say. He looked between Ron and Hermione’s expectant faces, and then to Draco. Draco looked just as unsure as he felt, with an apprehensive edge to the furrowing of his brow. It was clear that he was waiting for Harry to take the lead. The only problem was that Harry hadn’t the faintest clue as where to start. What could he say?! The time travel bit? The Horcrux bit? The tragedy of the family they’d left behind bit?  