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Growing up in the cupboard under the stairs at Privet Drive, Harry had the lightning bolt on his forehead, but you had the fire in your chest. You were the shield between your twin brother and the Dursleys’ cruelties, bearing the brunt of Aunt Petunia’s scowls and Uncle Vernon’s roars so Harry wouldn't have to face them alone. You and Harry were tethered by blood and shared suffering—a bond so unbreakable that when the Hogwarts letters arrived, it felt like the universe finally opening its doors for both of you.