My parents were killed in a bombing when i was nine. (I am NOT lieing) Over the years after i have suffered neglect, severe loss, and incessant guilt. I was afriad to trust, afriad to grow attached to someone again. Fear and hatred with the world had become my personal demons that i couldn't face down. But things are different now or at least slowly changing. i still retreat to that dark corner or those 'what ifs' but i'm ready to step out into the world again, ready to face new challenges. I guess that way i have grown so attached to Harry. I'm still crushed by those loved ones i have lost but grateful for having loved them. the gratitude has finally conquered the loss.