Those first copies are still all on the shelf in my bedroom and every few months I take them down, sit in the chair in the corner of the room and read again, "Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.", and I read on, and one by one the family I found comfort in when I needed it most begins to die, first Cedric, a true Hufflepuff, just and kind, then Sirius, who lived his whole life trying to do the right thing, only to die a very unfair death in the end, then Dumbledore, then Hedwig, then Dobby , then Fred , then Remus and Tonks, then Colin Creevey who shouldn't have fought in this war. In the end you're only left with a fraction of the people you learned to love and it seems so unfair, but it comes full circle, doesn't it? James and Lily Potter died at 21, betrayed by someone they would die to protect, Harry was left an orphan and Sirius, left to rot in Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit knowing his best friend is dead, and the his Godson will grow up without him, he is only 21 years old and his life is