Harry thought back on his years living in his own personal hell, but the bigger tears came when he thought about his parents. Soon he started to imagine what life would've been like if they were still alive. Maybe he’d wake up one Sunday with breakfast already at the table, with his dad smiling at his mother while they thanked her for the pancakes. Yes, he thought, pancakes on Sundays. Growing up, Dudley always got pancakes on special occasions, like holidays, birthdays, or any other celebrations. Harry thought it was stupid; he’d rather have all of the family members enjoy pancakes as a tradition. The Potters’ pancake Sunday, they would call it. And he’d try to help, of course, but on Sundays, his mom wanted to treat the family. He’d help with breakfast, and on Mondays, they would decide.