I found this fic so hard to read - your portrayal of Harry's grief was so beautifully expressed, it was just so real. Especially the isolation one feels, when the grief is so intimately personal. And everything is just wrong, it's all out of wack, out of proportion, because you're trapped between keeping a secret and wanting to scream your sorrow to the world...
I've had such an emotional reaction to your story - I hope I've managed to convey, even in a small way, how deeply, and even disturbingly, it has affected me.
And, importantly, that this is a wonderful thing for a writer to do. Thank you for sharing.