once again, going back to my roots in the HP fandom
possible spoilers, sorry it's short
don't own, don't sue
"She stopped and looked back. For a moment Harry had the strangest feeling that she wanted to say something to him: She gave him an odd, tremulous look and seemed to teeter on the edge of speech…"
There were many things I needed to say to Harry. There were many things he needed to know. I thought I would have more time. I thought when I was old and gray and dying, I could call him to my bedside. He would come, because despite the way in which we raised him, Harry turned out to be just the sort of boy any mother would be proud of. Yes, he would come, and I would tell him my heart. Then I could die peacefully, with no burdens. But now he was being taken from me, just as my sister was, all because of this magical world that I spent my adult life pretending it did not exist.
I needed him to know how proud I am of how he grew up. I would never know what happened to him once we left with these people, these people that were part of his kind. I could only hope that whatever happened to him, he would be safe, and more importantly, he would be happy. He needed to know that all I wanted was for him to be happy.
I needed him to know that I was devastated when my sister died. His mother was my world until she went off to school and found a new home with new people that, no matter how hard I tried, I could never be a part of. Harry needed to know that hating my sister was easier for me that to admit I was jealous. I wanted to be a part of the world she belonged to so desperately it hurt, and continued to hurt, for years.
But more importantly, he needed to know that I never meant to hate him. I hated the world that took my sister away from me. It was misplaced hate, but it was hate all the same. I needed him to know that in a secret place in my heart, not accessible to any living person, a place I would never admit I had, laid my sister, her husband, and now, her son.
"…but then, with a little jerk of her head, she bustled out of the room after her husband and son."
-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, page 42.