To someone else that might have sounded stifling, like too much pressure, like the loss of freedom and individuality. To someone else – someone like Fleamont Potter – it might be enough to encourage running and screaming in the opposite direction. But to Harry, who had been alone for so long, yearning for a place to belong, for people to belong to, it was everything he’d ever wanted and never thought he could have. He’d never been claimed before. Never been wanted before. And to hear now that he’d never be alone? He’d always be conjoined? Harry scarcely knew how to process that. The feeling was too big for his body.