There were so many things he still wanted to do, to see. He wanted to watch the sunsets on the Portuguese beaches, drinking cheap Muggle wine and enjoying how the first rays of sunshine tickled his skin. He wanted to visit the vibrant and colorful Ribeira in Porto, tasting the freshly caught  bacalhau, watching the ships drift on the nearby river. He wanted to dance all night, lose himself in the joyful atmosphere, surrounded by people who didn't know him, who wouldn't judge him for who he was. 