I would be able to face my anxiety about school. I would sign up for a few classes and earn the credits so I could go back. I’d see a therapist so I could manage my anxiety. I’d be honest with my mother, wouldn’t feel like a heavy burden, and be more open with my friends.
This, however, is not a perfect world so I will avoid conflict and sit in this lavender scented bath water.
If James and Lily had lived, though.
Imagine a teenage Harry trying to sass James fucking Potter.