[He isn't going to let her go completely, keeping a hand on her shoulder, just to keep her there, especially with the way her expression shadows for a moment, but then he's grinning again.]

I know. Sirius is here. Can you—I mean—Sirius. He's barely older than me.

[And he's worked out, thanks to Harry's fumbling, that he dies, or that his name is never cleared, but Harry isn't going to think about that right now. They hadn't dwelled on it, Harry isn't going to dwell on it. He takes Hermione's hand and pulls her toward the enticing hem of the ocean.]

C'mon then. I've never gone paddling, always wanted to. Seems like a good time, yeah?