The drawing that he showed her was beautiful, but it was bleak, and it made Alex frown. You didn't need someone who's brain went as fast from 'everything's fine' to 'worst possible scenario is happening right in front of me' as hers did to realize that what was shown there was some kind of memorial or something. A grave, it felt very much like a grave, though what it was for wasn't something that Alex was sure of.

But then she gave him a little smile and put her hand over the top of his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay, I don't expect pretty stories here, Harry. You can tell me whatever you need too, alright?"