"Thank you, Ron." Her smile was tight. The worry knotting her stomach was just too much for anything more convincing. Harry had barely spoken a word since they had left Kings Cross, either running his fingers over an old photograph of his parents or dozing off to the lulling rattling of the train, only to be startled awake sharply. Whatever he dreamt about, it couldn’t be pleasant if it left him as pale and shaken as he was.