Hearing people who made it mention their family with adoration has always confounded me. I wonder what it's like to have all that stuff—you know, an actual family, a support system, to have people who believe in you, treat you well, etc. etc.
Family is such an illusory concept in my life. Whatever I had was whatever the Dursleys were to Harry and the Gaunts were to Merope.
I've gone through my darkest time alone. I think I'm strong now. I hope I am.
"Don't eat with people who brag about feeding you."
