She blinked away the unexpected tears, nodding at him. Suddenly, all she could see were the differences between the boy she’d known and the man sitting in front of her. They were shocking. Older Harry now carried the weight of a war that took his parents as well as many of his friends on his shoulder, and even so, in this moment, he looked so happy. Not carefree, but definitely happy. His younger version was happy in an innocent, not-yet-scared-to-death way, but there was a shade of endless sadness in his eyes. 