"I'm just getting tired of people walking away," she whispers, and Harry feels sliced apart.

nghhhjkhjksdkjfhkjhdsf! kids. Good god woman, you write these two so perfectly. I ... I ... I'm constantly in awe of how well you just get them. I love this fic so much, it's funny, it's sad and it warms my heart.

The first line is divine - you captured Harry how I imagined him after the war perfectly really, the guy spends the majority of his life fighting a war as a child and everything is dandy? please. This was lovely ♥