It's a tribute to your writing skills that I kept reading this, at times distressing, story of a damaged psyche (well, two, really). There were some nice touches of humour on the way to lighten things, though (Arthur being distracted by the thought of a Muggle game, for one) and there did seem to be glimmers of hope towards the end that they will both be happy with Harry in his own skin one day. I'd like to think so, anyway.