"No, I'm not a Horcrux anymore. It's a bit complicated and strange. But the gist of it is that I died. And I didn't. He haunted me for years, I'm not going to lie to you, he made my life very hard at times. But in the end he died. A Horcrux is a thing you do that will store a part of your soul, so he made a few, survived through quite a bit of stuff and in the end we destroyed them all, even the one inside me. He killed it himself, with a killing curse. But I survived that, too. In the end. It's hard to say why, is it because of the Deathly Hallows or because of you. When he was resurrected, he wanted my blood for the spell. And your charm was still living inside him when he cursed me. It's all very confusing, but in the end I... Well, he's gone now."

It's hard to make sense of it to a person who knows nothing about these things. And Harry doesn't even try. He just smiles at her when she pulls away and lets her hook her arm with his.

"Of course. It looks pretty much the same as it did during your days, though," he says as if he'd know what it looked like. (And he does, but he doesn't even think about explaining that to her.) "And you should tell me everything about you and dad. Aunt Petunia didn't much care for stories like that."