I'm assuming it was everything? Obviously, it's not - well, it wasn't what you would have said I'm sure, but it seemed to cover the whole thing.
Harry, it was January when I popped up here. Your mother and I - and you were - we'd celebrated Christmas in hiding, and I thought that, eventually, we'd be able to leave again. I had such hope that, eventually, Voldemort would be gone and we'd be able to have a normal life again. And I'm so sorry that didn't happen. Bugger, fuck -