Admittedly, Harry didn’t really miss any of his peers save for Ron and Hermione. He missed Seamus’ snoring and Neville’s stuttering and Fred and George’s nonsense in that vague, aching way he missed everything familiar, but truth be told, Harry had always been more than a little reclusive. Outside of his year mates, Ron’s siblings, and his quidditch teammates, Harry didn’t actually know anyone in Gryffindor. He hadn’t needed to; he’d had his best friends, and that was more than he’d ever had during his lonely childhood.