Harry nodded silently, and feeling although there was nothing more to be said, got up and left the room. On his way back to the compartment where Ron and Hermione were, so many thoughts were rushing through his head he felt overwhelmed. As he entered the compartment, he met the sight of Ron and Hermione talking in low, serious voices. They immediately became quiet when they saw him.

Harry pretended to take no notice of this and slowly lowered himself into a nearby chair by the window. He watched the passing scenery for quite some time until he heard the lunch trolley coming near.

"Anything for you, my dears?" the plump witch who pushed the trolley asked. She glanced over at Harry, who shook his head politely. He had rather lost his appetite. Ron and Hermione, however, bought some food. When she had left, they cautiously made their way over to where Harry was sitting and sat down.

"Harry?" Hermione asked carefully.

Harry turned to look at her. She looked very worried about him. He moved his gaze over to Ron, who was looking concerned.

"Do you want some lunch?" Ron offered.

Harry shook his head and looked back out the window. He wanted to tell them everything Dumbledore had said, but he couldn't bring himself to talk about it just yet.