They didn't look much like brothers. There was almost nothing in either of their features to suggest they were related, unless you looked closely.
Which, actually, was extremely fortunate.
And how messed up was that? That, on top of everything else Harry endured, he couldn't even admit to having family without knowing that it would lead to said family being killed. At best.
There were times when I worried about Harry. Sometimes I was angry at him. And sometimes, when he really cut loose with the magic, I was a little scared of him.
I never envied him.