One of the things I love about your stories is how you make poor Harry really suffer. You give him only the tiniest scraps of comfort and support along the way, and just a distant shadow of welcome from Snape, (and usually damned few others,) and somehow you make it believable that he can keep crawling along through the worst the Wizarding World offers him. And believe me, my aching throat and tight chest right now thinks YOUR Worst of the Wizarding World is FAR worse than JKR's. You never let his goodness and his loving nature really count on the scoreboard, and that is so damned, painfully accurate to how the real world works, that it's simply inspiring to see that, story after story, he manages to get through it without descending into vengefulness and madness that would make Tom Riddle look tame.
You make me care, and ceaselessly sympathize with Harry every time you set word to screen, and even when you're twisting him through a cheese grater, and somehow that adds up to an aching beauty, and me reading every one of your stories with puppylike eagerness, though I know they'll hurt.
Erm. All that was meant to be a compliment. I hope it came through. Some.