Then I saw Mum and Dad’s faces. It was the first time I had ever seen our father cry. And just like that, my already shattered heart split again. You broke our father, Al. Even Voldemort couldn’t do that. Dad looked like someone had stabbed him in the stomach, then twisted the knife for good measure. He was staring vacantly into space like Rose, but his eyes were filled with age and despair that I had never seen before. Losing his son after all he had gone through as a teenager. . .He and mum, they raised you, raised you to be strong, and you let them down.