Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

When he tells you, “I’m going to Egypt after graduation,” don’t show him that you're breaking apart. Square your shoulders, turn and leave, as if his words didn't wound you.

When your family congratulates and gushes over his decision, say nothing. Smile and laugh at the appropriate times. Try to hold back the tears when you and he share painful glances all night.

“I need to get out of here. I can’t take it anymore,” he tells you in the privacy of the bedroom you share, the beds pushed together. Show him a smile, say, “As long as it'll make you happy….” Your brother nods, rolls over and quickly falls asleep. You don’t sleep that night.

Five months later, he comes home for Christmas. His skin is tanned, his hair has grown to shoulder length, and there’s a smile on his face that you’ve never seen before. He’s genuinely happy. You smile sadly and think ‘Well at least he took my advice.’ Know that he will never be yours again.