Harry smiles. Fucked up doesn't begin to cover it, but he's grateful for her casualty. He had always hated it when people acted shocked or pitiful, or got emotional on his behalf. It's something he had a spat over with Ginny when they first started dating. She'd meant well, of course, but Harry wanted to crawl out of his own skin every time he talked about it with her. She would ask about his therapy sessions, which he was fine sharing about, but every time his childhood came up, she would make such a show of telling him how it wasn't normal that his family treated him like that, and that he deserved better. It was the only time he'd snapped at her. Told her that people mistreat other people all the time, every fucking day, and that it's actually incredibly normal. He knew perfectly well that he deserved better, because everyone does, but this was his reality. This was the hand of cards he was dealt, this was his normal. 