"Someone nice can't possibly be paying attention," she said giggling, before shaking her head. "I don't think you are getting it, because I'm doing a terrible job explaining." She ran her fingers through his hair. "I'm not saying that you don't understand the difference. I'm saying that I have hope that you can see just how fucked up they are and decide that maybe it's time to try a different tactic, because otherwise you will never be happy. I'm saying that I believe in you."
She snorted at the comment about his uncle. "When we started this Ministry, they had heads meeting at nine, you know before this clusterfuck, and your uncle would mention getting some firewhiskey at the end of the meetings. It wasn't even ten. Your uncle is just as much of a drinker as your father, if not worse. He just has better tolerance. But yeah, he's Harry Potter. I can't even get myself to call him Harry and I don't think he's God. They- they see the Saviour, but also the friend they have to protect from the world."
She sighed. "Of course you do. You make the most important decision for them. You take away their right to be there for you, for their brothers. I always thought you did it to me because you weren't serious, but that's not it, is it? You do it with them, because you love them. You're the perfect one, even more perfect that the Boy Who Lived. You can do everything, smart, jock, prankster, great brother, perfect with the press, but I think you forget to be you in the process and I think your brother and sister know that. They worry about you, but they don't know how to help you, because you won't let them. They love you so much, Jamie. Let them help you, show them your weaknesses. You need to learn how to do that or instead of drinking, eventually you will find another unhealthy way to cope. It's inevitable. No one, no matter how perfect, can be emotionally alone all the time."