Status Updates From Teenage Wasteland

Loving Adelaide meant that he loved Draco’s family, which was hard, because Harry only ever got to love other people’s families from the outside. He never got to be part of them.

It was impossible to know what was to come. He was not destined for suffering, simply because of what had been.

I’m going to Hell,” he said again. On Veritaserum. Harry’s heart hurt.

It was amazing to him that he had spent the first eighteen years of his life believing his society had cracked it, had figured out how to function better than everyone else’s. 😂😂

Crying in churches is a very specific low I haven't yet reached.

He wished there was an adult in the room he could turn to. His mother would have known what to do. He wished there was anyone, anyone at all, whom he could call, not for Adelaide for once, but for himself.

...trying not to show how crumbling it was to be told all the worst things about yourself by someone you loved.

The only person he thought of in the way the books said he would—obsessively, aggressively—was Draco Malfoy.

He had never wanted to die, had always been willing to do terrible things and withstand dreadful indignities in order to stay alive.

Draco thought, somewhat crazily, of an article he had read once, that said scorn and contempt were the only two emotions a relationship could not survive.

He thought, then, of Potter’s strong reaction to Dementors in school. He wondered if Potter had known what effect the chocolate would have. It was kind of Potter, if so—it was kind either way.