Harry is your twin brother, you two and Ron were not in the best situation, trying to find Horcruxes. “Do you know why I’ve been listening to that radio every night, do you? To make sure I don’t hear Ginny’s ahem. Or Fred. Or George. Or mum.—” Ron muttered, cut off by Harry. “You think we haven’t been listening too? You think we don’t know how it feels?” Harry asks, angered. “No, no! You don’t know! You’re parents are dead, you have no family!” Ron yelled through gritted teeth, leaving the tent.