[ Bill shakes his head grimly, but claps a hand on Ron's back to reassure him. He's sure that Ron had it rough, on the run for so long with Harry and Hermione. ]

No one seems to have any idea. We're stuck here, in a past that shouldn't be the way it is.

[ He looks pointedly at a poster in a shop window reminding passersby of the curfew. In a low voice, he adds, ] There's no resistance in place; the Order doesn't exist here because nobody thinks there's anything wrong.