Whatever you do, don’t think about Harry going back to spend the summer at the Dursley’s after his first year. Don’t think about the fact that Dobby intercepted his letters. Don’t think about 11-turning-12-year-old Harry crying in his room late at night when he feels most desperately alone because he thought they were his friends. Don’t think about Harry waking up from a fitful night’s sleep, wondering if it was all a dream. Don’t think about Harry petting his gorgeous snowy owl, his first friend, because if she’s real then it must have been real. Don’t think about Harry reading his textbooks and rummaging through his trunk, making sure it’s all still there. Don’t think about Harry being hungry again, his stomach no longer used to sparse food after being properly fed at Hogwarts. Don’t think about Harry looking at the pictures Hagrid gave him of his parents, pictures that somehow make him feel both loved and lonely at the same time.