in deathly hallows (pg. 43) when harry’s waiting to be picked up from the dursleys for the last time and it’s like “it felt most strange to stand here in the silence and know that he was about to leave the house for the last time. long ago, when he had been left along while the dursleys went out to enjoy themselves, the hours of solitude had been a rare treat: pausing only to sneak something tasty from the fridge, he had rushed upstairs to play on dudley’s computer, or put on the television and flicked through the channels to his heart’s content. it gave him an odd, empty feeling to remember those times; it was like remembering a younger brother whom he had lost.”
that was the first point in reading it at like 2 in the morning that i was like “nooooo this is wrecking me” and that’s exactly how i feel about my younger self often (without all of the abusive family stuff, but…with some of it kind of a little in a different way?) and, like, TRY TO TELL ME THAT THAT IS DIFFERENT FROM THE FEELING YOU GET WATCHING THE STORY OF MY LIFE VIDEO. TRY TO TELL ME YOU CAN LOOK AT LIAM STRAIGHTENING HIS LAPELS OR ZAYN SMILING AND STEPPING AWAY FROM HIS SISTER OR NIALL MARVELING AT THE THINGS ON THE SHELVES OR HARRY LOOKING UP AT HIS MOM (kill me) OR LOUIS SETTLING BACK BETWEEN HIS GRANDPARENTS WITHOUT GETTING THAT “it was like remembering a younger brother whom he had lost” FEELING.